Introducing Samuos

This week hasn't been all that good. Pretty dramatic. Pretty fucked up. But along the lines of it, there has been some good company that Misty can't deny them of.

The boys.

Yin.

Misty no like sheesha.

The true Indian - Mr. Samuos Matthew

This guy is soo freaking funny. This ia one conversation we had over dinner.

Samous: Hey SW, are you chinese, cos u dun really look like one.
Yin: Do we look like Singaporeans?
Samous: Erm, no man. You look like chinese. (-_-")
Yin: Huh?
Samous: Actually I dunno hw S'poreans look like. My cousin's S'porean, but he's Indian....
[Sitting in front of him were 4 Singaporean Chinese]

Well okie... seems like we Singaporeans have an identity crisis...

But do we? Do we have have a National Identity?

This is one topic, Master and I have spent the afternoon discussing about since I woke up. What a topic to start the day... Details I will not do into... but yeah, it has sent me into deeper tots which I am rite now too lazy to blog abt... coz' afterall, who cares abt a Misfit's point of view?

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Becoz' the wk has been so bad, the Misfit has lost it, AGAIN.

Dear Almighty One,
This plea has come to you a dozen of times.
The Misfit dun see it, dun understand it, dun comprehend it - at all.
The reason why Misfit was sent upon here.
Please take it all away, take the Misfit away. Please.