Blank Doll take the oath.

Listen to me, I love you. Yes, I am speaking to you. I need not name you because you know it when I pen such disgustingly emotional words for you. Forget that I once hated you, that I once fancied my happiest moment would be when I could hear you cry my name to stop as I prick your skin with salted pins. I love you now, unadorned and plain.

Today has been most uneventful. There is homework to do and duties to accomplish, errands to run and a life to live. Yet I find within me a restlessness that has no direction. I need to grow, to run, to curl up and cry myself to sleep. Is it any stranger that I should give such power to my emotions? No, it is no admission of weakness, not when you understand its nature. So let me set this straight, I do NOT feel like a baby in this world and go hurl yourself into a shallow drain if you do.

I just thought of something. Is it not remarkable that the features of Europeans, more correctly, the heirs of the Aryan blood which incidentally includes some Indians and people of Middle Eastern origins, should be so coarse? Yes, there is a certain attractiveness to them, an allure that forces the rest of us to capitulate as we beg for coital release. But seriously, such barbarism. Look upon the faces of Asians, now that is a thing to behold. Let us not marr this discussion by being tiresome, I am speaking only of the Platonian Asian, not your average kin who looks dull enough to be the kitchen's scrub. The ideal Asian is like polished cabochon next to the hewn rock of European stock. It is beautiful, how the slight refinement of our face may hint at the curve of a cheek. How vulgar then, the angles and planes of the European visage.

Oh go away, I am no more prejudiced by race than you are. The matter is that I am proud to be an Asian and regard all Asians as my kin. Besides, I'm sleepy.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll quaffs vanilla tea cooler.

Oh GOD, please return my parents safely to me. They've gone to Hong Kong and I know alot of children my age will hyperventilate at the thought of the freedom but I'm worried sick for my parents. Please let them come home safely, I don't want more books or even that wonderful leather riding boots with all those delicious buckles and straps, I just want my parents to be by my side.

Fuck off if you think only wimps miss their parents. You just think so because your parents suck. :D

Anyway, I believe letters should be written with the strictest temperance. This is to say that one should not pour forth one's feelings to another, not unless one confers the title of confidant(e) to the other party. This however, does not give a person leave to impugn upon the other's sense of privacy with the daily travails that we must all endure in this life. Of course, there is the blog for such purposes. What a disgusting name, blog. Why not call it a diary electronic? Or an electric journal? Or the transient letter? Really, the way we charge through life with the worst of words and then mince them into unsavoury morsels.

I shall be going to my grandmother's home today. Ignoring the fact that five looming essays weigh upon me with that insubstantial gravity only a nigh insurmountable task may possess, I shall spend the day with play.

Like whatever, M. le roi, write to me or you forfeit your name.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll sees shoes in his dreams.

Yay! Chinese New Year! What fun! So we left school after an hour and played cards at Macs until we were chased away, food courts can be really useful in situations as such. At this moment I must say that there is oft a certain element in society that is not wanted. This is either due to the element's inability to integrate into the whole due to its own inherently vileness or due to the fact that the element simply disrupts the harmony of the society by placing its concerns above the welfare of the whole. My my, wasn't that a wonderful thing? Oh yes, and then a certain girl took a hike when she got too freaked out. You have my support, UGH.

Anyway, went to Daddy's place where I had honey ice cream! Delicious! I am a pastry and dessert addict and I cannot lie. He got me a jacket! How sweet of my dear Daddy, oh and then I went to look for Ying and Cecilia.

We had lunch at the crepe place and it was quite good. Cecilia was really stoned but Ying was great fun! CC left soon after and it was just Ying and I. We were looking for her shoes and oh my god, it was SUCH a walk. We did however go the Marmalade Pantry to get cupcakes and we met Candice as well. Say thank you!

Ok, I'm too tired to narrate it all out. But yeah, it was fun. SOme people are too gross to be sane, some people should just forget it, some people should never be forgotten, and some people are just meant to be loved and cherished.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll likes meatballs! Ok, that sounds wrong.

Went out for lunch with Xiao Jun, Clare, Denise and Candice yesterday. The girls were looking through some sales at TriBeCa at Forum (ok, the clothes sucked a bit but there were a few gems) and then they went to shop around. It's quite funny because we saw these aunties trying on Marc Jacobs and stuff but looking as if they just had a shopping spree at that declasse stew so strangely called This Fashion. (Blank Doll vomits every time somebody tells him about the rags they sell as clothes at that shithole.)

Lunch was nice. Pizza at the California pizza place while Candice and Denise smuggled pastries from somewhere else. Candice had the world's most sinful chocolate tart in her hand, ok, maybe not the world's but certainly something I haven't tasted in a long time. Nearly got killed when I accidentally ordered a pizza with spinach as an ingredient. I mean, hello, it tasted good the last time I had it so sheesh, how was I to know they treat spinach like chinese wok-fry there?

The class is starting to get interesting and dare I say fun? Yes, definitely. A certain class spirit is in place I'd say. Keep it up 1D! I love most of ya!

Oh, that beside. There's a usual bunch dinner soon, another dinner with tong/alps soon and if I'm lucky, I'll have all my homework done even with all these distractions.

The Subway Bitch said nothing when I handed her another large note. Aw...might at least give me a chance to sneer at her or something. Oh well, I better be careful or I'll start regressing. Oh wait, tis too late.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll frowns.

Fine, I bow before societal pressures. I shall ditch the pink bag for a drab one. Ok, pink bag sounds gay in writing, nevermind. I understand that the girls in our class, as a result of the fact that they're too damn girly to the point of being gross, cannot stand anything remotely associated with the distaff gender because I am assuming that they are so sickeningly saturated with the girliness which makes you want to puke that anymore will cause them to explode. God, some of them are actually round enough to detonate.

Anyway, now I have a deep resentment of les gens plus pauvres. I say, why on earth would anyone covet the phone of an innocent? Indeed, as if to add resolution to conviction, the counter-staff at the school's subway was disgusting. Hello, this is Raffles Junior College, if you were to roll yours eyes and mutter 'stupid shits' under your breath everytime someone gives you a 50 dollar note or a 100 one along with a sheepish smile, you'd realize in time that you were actually reciting your name to yourself. Stupid shits, next you'll be telling me about thinking hands. Know thy station, insolent wretches.

Ah yes, Sean is really cheery do you not think so? Such modesty and insouciance. Nevermind, I feel a sudden need to lash out at someone. This is rare indeed because usually, I feel otherwise.

Please don't slip down that gray-tinged crevice, don't look away from those who would reach out for you.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll would sleep if he could find his bed.

So as one ascends into light, the other falls ever so slowly in dim night.

Oh man, oh man, this is too much. I am really glad I don't need much in terms of revision because with two S papers and the workload that comes with it, revision is a dream best left for lengthy holidays. Oh, and free periods that were hitherto called mathematics periods. Yes, Sean WILL drop math, eventually, after the CT 1s. Don't look at me like that, I like to set targets.

That aside, I think this week has been really great. Principally because there is a new rhythm in class that I am more or less attuned to, quite a joy, our class. The educational pursuit of waking up too damn early to partake in the fount of knowledge none of us will ever need evidently invigorates me insofar as homework does not come into the equation.

Oh and THINKING HANDS! How absurd an idea. Really, come up with a better motto. Like, We serve because we can. Our econs s teacher told us that we'd never understand class, well, that shall be my pet hobby now. I shall read up all about class; this promises to be even more fun than reading up on court manners and standard protocol.

Ah yes, and did you know that Singapore is one of the most income unequal countries? Amazing, and here I thought otherwise. Perhaps this has to do with the fact that we have a bloated middle class as well as an unfortunately sizeable lower-income people. The fact that the middle class itself is so disparate, with a thousand different sub-categories within it could perhaps, explain why my teacher should make such a horrible statement.

Ah, this is too early. I need sleep. It is plainly the chief source of joy for me, as well as all those curious dreams about clothes and a certain girl telling me that she had lost her Self when I asked her why did she look so sorrowful and confused.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll likes mushrooms.

I love Xuan. She is the greatest girl in the whole world, the most generous and simply the nicest. She treated me to nydc! Haha, yes, Sean can be bought for any price provided its food. Ok, change that, provided solid friendship in existence in which case good food is enough.

Rushed off to meet her at Hwa Chong today where Sean stupidly stood in front of the gate waiting for her. Xuan who was doing GP, that sad creature, was late and Sean briefly tried to flood her mobile with phone calls so as to shut it down completely. Obviously, modern technology does not allow for such a thing to happen.

Xuan met Sean at the entrance, that silly sheepish smile again. Haha, ok lah, she's always like that. So she brought me into Hwa Chong where being the singular Rafflesian is most uncomfortable. For goodness sake, I don't even like the Rafflesian thingie.

Oh so we took a bus to Orchard, Sean having been TRICKED by Xuan into thinking that they were having lunch at Liquids but which turned out to be somewhere in Orchard. At this point, nigh six years of friendship kicked in and both agreed on nydc. They checked out the Mac shop first for the new Mac Pro which has Sean salivating again, scouted for OCBC atm because Xuan is extra and doesn't use DBS like the 4.2 million of us before proceeding to nydc where we got a nice corner seat.

Xuan ordered mushroom ham pasta, Sean ordered mushroom madness pizza. Xuan ordered berry cooler, Sean ordered earl grey vanilla cooler. Sean got syrup all over his mug and fingers, resulting in awkward licking motions while Xuan laughed and coolly sipped at her drink. They shared their food, Sean valiantly offering equal portions because he is not the pig that everyone think he is.

Needless to say, there was alot of catching up. Of sick GP teachers, of random stuff, of the difference between HC and RJ, of damn arseholes, of dreams, of things that friendships are made of. (Bear with me, will return to my old style of writing soon)

Then deciding to forget homework for once, Sean and Xuan went to kino to look at books. But first, a trip to Marks and Spencer's where Xuan bought cookies for some morbid girl with a thing for homosexuality. Why oh why do some girls indulge in such strange fancies?

Anyway, the books were cool. Xuan's learning the piano again, we're both thinking of learning japanese. We met Elsie, Fei Ya and the Shen at Isetan where Sean bought ice creams for both of them- green tea! Xuan dirtied herself as usual, like, wow, so rare. Haha. Anyway, on to the books. Art books that scared Sean because despite his burning desire to do fashion, Sean has never been what is termed an artsy person. He simply does not understand cutting-edge art, preferring the perfection found in old masters and the perfection of craft. Oh, Xuan continued her immersion in fashion. They stared at japanese cookbooks and salivate. Sean contemplated tearing open a bookcover, Xuan and Sean wonder why the japanese like to mangle French up.

After a bit of walking, both are tired. Both decide to take the bus back home. More talk of sick lit teachers, of silly HC students and their antics, of Chinese New Year, of work, of ambitions, of things that one come to appreciate and maybe even shed a tear over in twenty years time when youth is but a mere shade measured not by years but by the infinite steps that one has taken.

Yes, for all these I thank Xuan. Haha, let's do it again sometime! Who cares about homework when you have friends like this?

C'est tout.

Blank Doll watches over the raindrops.

It does not matter, truly, it does not. You need not feel bad about it, well, that is if you did in the first place. I never thought it was anyone's fault, just merely that I can't help feeling this way. Ah well, it's over.

What am I talking about? This is ridiculous. I'm wallowing in self-pity, wait, that's a new one, yes, self-pity. I must say that this is quite embarrassing for me. You see, Sean does not like people to know how he feels about things. This is what he tells the world but he secretly suspects that this is like the equivalent of sulking and hiding in a corner while your T-shirt shouts 'LOOK AT ME!!!' Nonetheless, Sean shall try his valiant best not to look like some stupid moronic loser who cannot for the life of himself appreciate the wonderful things he have got going for him. No, Sean will not sit down with his head clutched between both hands, thinking to himself that the world is against him when clearly, the world is a most neutral place and occasionally, when Sean is up to it, even allies with him.

That besides, am I the only person who thinks it strange for a girl to treat a guy? Seriously, I wonder how this works.

A note on racism and Asian emancipation

Seriously to those of you who happen to harbour the notion that racism is a dead thing today and that it need not matter to us that the West still see we the people of Asia and the Far East as inferior, I say shame on you. Perhaps it is out of a certain complacency, perhaps but GOD forbids, it might even be a product of an Anglo-oriented education that has given you the illusion that mere education may arm oneself against such a notion as Western superiority, but I tell you, this is not so.

The world out there is wide and it is a sad truth of life that the wealth of the world is largely concentrated in the West. We still live in the cusp of an age when the rise of the West coincided with the decline of all Asia, it is not a thing of the past. You will ask me, so why should this matter? Because it is not meant to be so. I do not believe in equality, because I believe that we who are the oldest living civilisation do not have to bow before a culture so young their philosophers were knocking rocks together when our thinkers had charted the course of enlightened thought.

People of Asia, there is naught we can do but rise. We rise with our heads bowed, we rise with sweat upon our brows and caked blood embedded on our fingernails, we rise with the dignity of our forefathers who in their hubris and complacency, gave our dominance away. This must never be forgotten, we have learnt never to underestimate the West, now we must remember this even as we forge a new world order where the West is but the farthest edge of the civilized world, their darkness hemmed by the light of Asia.

There can only be a singular fulcrum of the world, and that is Asia.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll ruminates on a rainy day.

How quaint, that a singular creature could alter the meaning of a mere word, shorn it of the sophistication that was its right and then make it a cles-main of pathetic-hood. Yes, I am speaking of the word 'rumination' and if you have to ask then you haven't read it yet.

Dinner was fulfilling. It was all dishes in preparation for Chinese New Year and non-Chinese people would only think it gross so I shan't recite the menu as I usually do when I'd had a particularly delicious meal. You know, I should be one of those old socialite reporters who duly recount the conversation du jour, the exquisite menu where the Comte de Valiere had capons simmering in cream and jus des truffes, the chef in question being M. Roulles and without questioning, the remarkable topaz worn in cabochon style and flanked with a filet of diamonds, the mentioned article worn by none other than the Duchess of York-Estaard. Oh think of all those dinners, all those mornings spent at the Longchamp, all that gaming a la Macedoin at the salon, think of the weekly hunts, the nights at the demi-monde. Think of the gout, the VD, the guillotine, the liberals, the *gasp* working class.

Yes, I certainly would enjoy it but I am Chinese and nostalgia means something else for a Chinese, especially a Chinese who cannot trace his blood-memory back to China but must construct his heritage from texts by Anglo historians and the recurrent whispers that seep by the immigration counters, by the famine-ravaged ports of Canton and sink, embedded within the subconscious of a Chinese who cannot rightly call himself a Chinese anymore than he may call himself a French.

But therein lies the difference. The Chinese is still an Asian, as am I but I will never be European, that vulgar brood that when raised to the pinnacle of the world by virtue of luck, engendered an order that is no order, a community based on exploitation, the destruction of international accord.

I speak no more for now.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll is hungry.

If I inadvertantly sound like stally, please forgive me. I do not mean to, howling about your emotions and throwing things against the wall are not the sort of things composed people who bethink themselves worthy of civilisation do.

Today has been quite a dull day altogether. It has dawned on me that Chinese New Year looms yet I have not a single thread of new clothes to my name. Was it out of undue procrastination or pure forgetfulness? I would say both.

Oh and did I also mention that unlike SOMEBODY I KNOW, let's try to keep the blog from sounding intellectual by toning down the vocabulary. Not for me, the joy of inundating unwitting readers with overwhelming vocabulary hinting at the fecundity of my convoluted psyche. Enough said.

Ah so tomorrow brings school and I hope, M. le roi who will soon write me a letter before I write him another one in protest of this incorrigble tardiness. But I digress, the reason why I am writing this entry is to tell all South-East Asians to unite. Decolonization is apparently not over yet and it would appear that only Singapore managed to emerge out of that old fiasca with a world class economy and social infrastructure. Wonderful.

I've got hopes for you Burma. Your new name is ridiculous. Might as well call yourself Pagan again, now that would be one way to really spite those ethnic minorities. All in the name of academic curiosity of course.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll lives in the twilight.

If oft I seal the words from my lips, it was for fear of your reply.

It has been exactly ten days since I last wrote in my blog. What an amazing ten days it has been! Yes, school as resumed as normal and the homework has piled like there was no tomorrow. Er, if there were no tomorrow, then why bother doing homework right? But nevermind, I digress.

Today's GP was horrible. We watched a documentary on concentration camps in Nazi Germany and the cruelty and brutality was too much for me. I must confess that more than once, I felt the need to cry for the poor souls. No, poor souls is too condescending a phrase, I would honour them by calling them people. I will never comprehend how anyone could be moved to commit such atrocities while at the same time convinced of their ignorance and the purity of their deeds. Surely to treat another human being, not even as an animal, but as a thing would be something unthinkable! I was indeed surprised that the Germans did not just shove people into the ovens alive, hence saving the cost of building gas chambers. Really, I am irrevocably disturbed. To those of you who thought it was a lark, I tell you, you have none of the mental facility of a human being to grasp the tragedy of that event. They who committed the crime will never be exonerated. It is impossible for the land, nor the people, to forget the deeds committed in that darkest era of civilization.

On to the next most interesting thing that happened today, History S. It was...disappointing to say the least. Hello, intellectual conversation? Preparation? No going, like, that thing, was like, this, yeah. How facile. Really, it bored me not because it was intrinsically boring but because it seemed to me that nobody was putting in the effort. Perhaps we are all feeling our way through this but it just felt to me that Econs S had more direction. The Humans people must be thinking how stupid we are. Enough said. I will spend no more words on this.

Speaking of interesting. M. le roi wrote me a letter! Ah mon frere, il te faut m'ecrire plus souvent, vous savez. J'ai craine que vous avaiez des problemes.

Ah yes, that ends it here I suppose. I lose patience if I am forced to write for too long. No emotional ruminations for me, oh no.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll doesn't want to go to school.

First day of school was fine, I was actually very happy to see everybody again. It was very different from the first time when I saw my classmates because this time I actually felt happy to see them. No awkward silence because I already know to whom I would speak to and well, everybody was very nice.

I refuse to speak on the issue of bad attitudes in RJC because while I agree with it, I do not entirely believe that everybody should be blamed for this.

Oh and having gone through enough fashion mags today, I feel an urge to sketch. A thousand ideas! Je vous remercie, Denise! Je les aime!

Thanks Jing Heng also for the book which I shall read soon. Thanks Alps for the lovely calendar which was quite awkward to carry home. Thanks Tong AND Alps for the book by M. de Balzac. No doubt, I shall one day attain an aptitude in the language worthy of this veritable classic.

Until then, the fascinating history of the Rothschild is enough to captivate me. Imagine that, all that money and acumen! I love the quote, 'there is but a power in Europe and it is Rothschild.' Ah, the power.

No more, I am tired.

C'est tout.

Blank Doll speaks a word for everyone.

I shall try to do what I would have done at Christmas if not for the fact that I was too tired and that today would be a better day for it. No, no resolutions for me because the resolutions I have set are meant to guide my entire life. Here I speak a word for everyone whom I care for.

To Hew Ting: My dear friend, I saw your mother this morning and she looked sad. I don't think this sorrow will ever die though it may fade upon the whitewash of time. Still, I do so wish that you could somehow still be here with us in spirit if not in flesh. I miss you sorely, oh we all do. Though you left the world in despair, know that this year has been sadly amiss without you. You know, I remember the last time you came for New Year at my place and we counted the belated cheerings at midnight. What I would give to relive that moment with you. So for remembrance, Happy New Year my beloved friend.

To Xuan: Grah! I want more pie! You know what? I think you've been the greatest comfort to me among all my friends this year because you answered to the call of friendship when you could and for that, I am grateful. I will always remember the little things we do and the laughter we share. Look not to times when I have brooked your image in disdain because all is naught when it comes to our enduring amity. Thank you Xuan, for being my friend through thick and thin.

To Ying: I do not care if you wish to hide yourself within the comforts of your home, willing your old friends to forget about you because even if you refuse to make the effort to renew our friendship, I will. You have added alot to my childhood and without you, I doubt I would have as many memories as I do. Oh yes, don't think for a moment that I do not enjoy your company because I do. Happy New Year Slug, it's been a great pleasure to have you as a friend.

To Cecilia: It may come that eventually, we will part as friends. Put aside old rivalries, old claims of friendship because in the coming year, I bid you enter a new convenant with me. May our amity last through another year of bickering, of bitching and bonding. Jealousies aside, I think I cherish our friendship enough for the two of us so no matter. You'll always be my friend. Happy New Year!

To Chia: My silent friend, I think this year has been most fruitful for you because you truly have changed. No wonder that I come to enjoy your company all the more and indeed, I do not regret having been your friend all this time. I have a strange feeling our friendship will go a long way so fret not, enjoy this New Year as we look forward to our next gathering.

To Jeff: Ah my darling boy, how could I have passed this year without you? For shame! You turned up on neither my birthday nor christmas eve! Unforgiveable! I charge you, come this year, you must at least attend one gathering with us. I shan't say anything more to you other than Happy New Year!

To Joshua: Happy New Year to you! Is it just me or have you grown up a little? Haha, I think you're finally beginning to care about where you go in life! Good on you! Happy New Year and take care in the coming year that you don't lose sight of your path. Oh, and let not your christian god come between our friendship, I'd hate to lose another friend to him.

To Daniel: Hello! Hello! Thanks for being my friend at the start of the year! You know how I felt about the class at the beginning and my, how glad I am to have somebody feel the same. Nonetheless, we have at least gone through a year with our wits and sanity intact and that, I must say, is no mere feat. Happy New Year to you and best of luck to you and those you care for. :D

To Geri: I don't know why my intelligence falters the moment I think of our class but oh well, HAPPY NEW YEAR GERI! Haha, you've been a nice friend even if I haven't known you for long. Let's hope for a greater friendship in the coming year as we BEAT THE A LEVELS! Oh, and thanks for not being bimbotic.

To Xiao Jun: Xiao mei! Thanks for being my friend at the start of this year, still remember how I first spoke to you. It's good to have at least one other person in class who actually takes some measure of pride in the Chinese culture and you've certainly proven to be a good if not altogether very trustworthy ally. Cheers to that mind of yours, stop thinking about power for a while will you? Happy New Year and may you be healthier in the coming year. You really need to stop paying those visits to the hospital.

To Jing Heng: Hello, I am not liable to forget you seeing as one of the first few people whom I spoke to in class was you. It appears that I'm not the literature person I always thought I was but nonetheless, this year has been most refreshing because for once, I have spent my time in school speaking with people who aren't actually normal. You aren't normal, I don't care what your definition of normal is but heck, no bloody Rafflesian is normal. That said, Happy New Year to you and please don't piss Purvis off. :P

To Alps: Ah, une annee nouvelle! Merci pour ton amitie. C'avait ete une annee tres speciale avec toi et Tong. N'oublie pas nos aventures et les choses que nous avons. Ah et ne perd jamais ton esprit et intelligence, ca c'est tres bien pour le sante. Oui, je sais, je t'epargnerai le mal francais. Bonne annee nouvelle!

To Tong: Boo! I started out the year as a geek and ended the year as a geek. You started it out as an arrogant prick and ended the year as Most Polite and Ethical Tong. Haha, it's been great what with Alps, me and you. Looking forward to another year even if we never will sneak into the ACM and spend the night there.

To 1A01D: Oh all right, I don't hate all of you and I certainly don't hate the class in general. You guys sure are fun even if I don't participate in half the fun. AkeshBhavanJames has been a most comedic act. I appreciate Edmond's awe-inspiring eccentricities. Darius, I despise and admire you, don't let that get to your head. The Girls, ok fine, I don't like bimbotic people but what to do, half of you will grow up to be rich tai tais and you'll be spending money like water at my boutiques so Happy New Year my prospective clients. And Candice, I promise you I won't make anything out of cute animals. Steven for being a general nice guy even if I don't talk to you much. Stallone, cheer up and civilise yourself for the coming year ok? The zoo's overpopulated as it were, and so's IMH. Shit who else are there in our class?! I forgot! Argh!! Oh wait, HAPPY NEW YEAR LIYANA! Haha, ok that's it right? Whatever lah, HAPPY NEW YEAR YA GUYS!

To Pre-U Sem team: Look, we can do it. CHEERS FOR YA!

So there. Thank you everyone for everything. I don't know if I'll ever matter to anyone but you can be sure that every little kindness, every little act of malice, they have all shaped me and I know myself truly changed by this year.

Oh, lest I forget.

To mon frere d'esprit M. le roi: No you bastard, I haven't forgotten and you shouldn't too. Happy New Year, says the petit Chinois in glee and venom. Ok, let bygones be bygones. I'm still miffed at you even if on a higher level, I have forgiven you utterly and irrevocably. Let it not be said that I didn't warn you.

AND THAT'S ALL!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Now all that's left is homework. Shit.

C'est tout.