Superficial

The one thing about lying is that you have to tell another one after the first lie. A lie won’t be complete without more and more lies. It is sort of interconnected actually. You lie to save your skin and you lie to protect others. The lies that I’ve portray for the past few weeks had been lies that I intended to save my skin.

I totally lied about who I am. Well, to be honest…I don’t know who I really am? Am I the guy who blend in with the crowd or am I the guy who sits in my seat and seal my lips the whole entire day? There is no definite answer to this question, that is what that I am 100% sure about.

The truth is, I like it better to be the Chester whom I had "displayed" the past few weeks. But somehow, I missed the ‘me’ that I had been before those past few weeks. It’s really nostalgic when you come to think about it. There are happy memories that surfaced and there is also the possibility of my oblivion. When I am in my isolation mood…I hardly socialise. Which could be a blessing in disguise actually. As I would like to put it, "What they don’t know, they can’t use to harm you".

Okay, maybe it is not such a bad thing opening up. It gets you closer to a social circle. Which is what I really want…or maybe not. I don’t know. I’m confused.

Do I go out and watch movies with my peers or do I stay at home and read a good fiction?

Do I talked with my peers about stuff like pre-marital sex or do I just shut up and listen?

Do I break the wall that I’ve tried so hard to built or do I stay behind it?

Do I opt to be dramatic or sarcastic?

Aaaaarrrrgghhh!! I am so confuse!! GSMS!!

Oh, don’t mind the stuff that is above the page. Just trying for some drama before I go to the real stuff. It’s been a while since I’ve written in my blog.

So the breaking news is:

My school’s principle, Mr. Tan retired today…which explains my exhaustion (all the prefects had to do their duty).

My class is getting involved in some chorus speaking (Pull-tea, pull-tea, pull-pull your tea) It is totally silly. I mean the entire class was technically forced to enter. So much for living under a democracy.

That was basically what that happened throughout my boring days. Those were the rantings of a bookaholic. And speaking of bookaholic, it’s NATIONAL READING MONTH. Go books, go books…

I am a hopeless bookaholic. No lar…honestly, I’m not that fanatic. That’s all I guess. I might be taking a sabatical from writing in my blog. The reason:

It’s NATIONAL READING MONTH!!

No, seriously, I was just trying to be humorous.