  flowering chance i think i need to start mugging. seriously. there's something in me, not unlike one of those great revolutionists (a revolution every second, yup, that happens where i live-- not ! ), that is currently demanding me to mug. and not to mention there are so many crazy diarists and bloggers out there who are talking about mugging after the effing exams, with ten-plus days of the obscenely truncated june holidays gone. with that cleared up, to what extent have i given in to the rebels? well, none whatsoever. i'll fight those cowards to the end. come on, don't hide in my stomach and attack me with gastric pains, take to a palpable form and beat me to crap! come on! i'll just sit here and wait with my M16. bye. 
