Brendan, Teresa and Jon went for rockafella' with the others.
I'm not going 'cause the thing will end around 12 am, and I've to wake up real early to meet Nigel and guys, and also they're staying over at Sam's.
Brendan says Sam's house is damn huge, like some five storey landed property or some sort.
His whole house is wired and he was locked in the other time 'cause the system broke down.
Zomg, just imagine how rich a person can be uh.
But I swear Sam is friggin' humble.
That's the way man, just like Kaian.
Kaian is like a chubby little boy and the bball that I talked to.
Hence, he's like a small boy whereby many people want to protect him from the forces of evil, ie K-Fuck & Co.
Even Amanda and Jingyi agrees. Heh.
I shall bake blueberry and banana nuts muffins for my personal consumption later.
Did I mention I threw away the brownie mixture along with the metal pan that I was using.
I was too pissed to wash the damn pan.
Yadayada, call me lazy, like I give a shit.
Aw man, I'm excited about watching Oprah.
Stfu, I have a soft spot for Oprah.
It's going to be about teachers who had sex with their students. Ewww.
By the way, I should quit MJ for good. HAHA.
Cause seriously, lady luck hasn't been loyal to me, ya'know.
Oh well, school's starting so there'll be lesser MJ session as well:(

The 090407' ECP picnic visuals:












You can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies.
When everything seems like the movies, you bleed just to know you're alive.

He's fucking the girl next door.

You know what the fucking problem is?
It's not with what's on the face.
It's what's that's IN your face.
You've got an open wound that needs immediate attention.
Sew that bleeding gash up before it does you no good.
It's conspicuous enough you can't deal with your own contradictions so don't fucking come along and comment bullshit just so you can sedate your pathetic emotions.

YOU listen good and hard,
Don't even bother trying so hard having to prove YOUR fucking malicious point when you don't even have the right to.
You know what's untrue and you know what's not.
It's clear enough you can't hold back the fact so you just had to conjure up some bullshit.
Now now,
Don't be a crazy lil' bitch will you?
Go lick back the shit you came up with , swallow it and start walkin' away.
What the fuck ever.
If anything on this site bothers you I suggest you don't even step back in.
It's as simple as that.

Conclusion.
She's a bloody stupid tampon.

I rest my case.

What comes first, the music or the misery?
People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over.
Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery, and loss.
Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable?
Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Me: I'm going out with my classmates tomorrow at Cine for movie.
Mom: Will there be boys?
Me: *silence
Me: No, mom. It's a nun club. Of course there'll be boys, I'm in an engineering course, mind you.
Boy, oh boy.


Hating someone because they got what you don't, makes you a fucktard.

Let's keep life simple and sweet.

What do I do when I feel this way?
The way it feels when the world just comes falling down,
Feeling the helplessness as it consumes me,
From the inside out, it doesn't stop.

What do I do when I feel self-doubt?
The feeling of never knowing how the future will be,
What will happen if I decide on quitting,
Or will it be harder not to?

Aye fuck it, perhaps I'll die, perhaps I won't cause I know its just a passing phase.
This shit will end somehow, just how long will it last?
I want to apologise to you, but I know you might never realise its for you.
You may think that I don't care, but I really do.
I might seem like I have forgotten it all, truth is I never have.
I can't do anything but walk away.
Well, sometimes, turning our backs is the best way to avoid the worst.
Maybe we'll find ourselves again next time - somewhere else where no one else can.


Dad is pissed at me for listening to rancid, like what the fuck is wrong with me listening to punk rock?
Well apparently, the song he walked into was brim-full of vulgarities and now he's trying to forbid me to listen to them.
Not like I will listen to him (and not like he knows I wont be bothered), but it just pisses me off.

I hate it when parents try to interfere with our decisions in life.
If I want to do something in my teenage life, why not just let me continue with it instead of insulting my choice, dissing it off, putting it down just to say they're not discouraging me from doing it.
Its times like these when I just wish I wasn't a girl - so that I could do what I deem fit without restrictions instead of standing and taking all the shit and pretending it doesnt affect me.
Sorry, emo-mode again.
I promise i'll be hard rock or heavy metal next time. BAH!

I look up at the ceiling, my mind's blank from all that has happened.
Racing thoughts of you pass by like cars, I see them coming, I see them going.
Yet I can never remember anyone of them for long enough.
You cut yourself in desperation, I scream my lungs dry of the air.
Thinking of how we are, I remember how we used to be;
drawing cartoons on the classroom tables, thinking rainbows last forever.
Now the sun's gone, the rainbows turned to grey clouds;
the drawings nothing more than black and white, what do they mean now?

When I'm with you.

I stupidly thought that today was the day for me to select my gems module so I woke up at 9am today.
Then when I got online and all, I realise that it's actually tomorrow.
asdfghjkl;
Fucking stupid.
And I can't get back to sleep anymore.

I had my fair share of fun over the weekends.
Was over at fishy's crib on saturday and we played 2 rounds of MJ.
I lost 18 bucks:(
Oh, I got to blog about this before I forget.
I "yi pao shan xiang" during MJ.
Fucking unlucky okay, it's the second time alrd.
And something's that so tragic, they had to laugh at me and still laughing about it aftermath.
Oh well.
After MJ, went to fishy's room and duck was cam-whoring all the way.
It was april fool's day so we made prank calls.
First up, we called reine, as usual, the funny duck and her rubbish.
Then we wanted to call orhping and tell her that it's raining and to keep her ***.
hahahahhahahha.
But she didn't pick up:(
Then lijun went home around 6am in the morning and we went to sleep.
Fishy and I slept in peiyu's room, duck and jidan slept in fishy's room.
When we were sound asleep, that duck came in to disturb us.
I think she threw bra at fishy or something, can't rmb.
Crazy duck.
After that, I slept till 2plus and reached home around 4pm.
Changed and went to meet the usuals at town.
I miss YQ sooo much!
Finally got to see her before she flys off to europe.
Anyway, why is everyone going to europe nowadays?
Jovey's there, aunt clara, YQ's going, jon as well.
Man, I wanna go as well la. haha.
Right, had my endless coffee and laughters at the usual hangout finally, after so long.
Had the intention of zouk-ing but it was far too packed.
We could hardly push our way out, much less groove to the music.
So we decided to head down to MOS to catch a lil bit of drey.
Music was good thou so we stayed on till the wee hours of the morning.
I got alil tipsy by the 3rd or 4th glass of alcohol, way before Nigel and YQ got wasted.
And when I got home, mom was displeased with the fact that I'm pretty drunk.
Oh, whatever, she'll get over it soon enough :)

And yes, today was another G-G-GREAT day spent with my girlfriends.
Caught up with vone, duck and fishy at town first.
We went to have lunch over at cinecafe.
Shopped around cine and left for paragon.
Jassy caught up with us later on at paragon's Toys"R"Us.
Had the most fun and laughters and the longest cam-whoring session ever at Toys"R"Us.
Reliving my childhood days, so happy!
Fooling around with all the toys was really.. well, let's say fun and childish but was in an unseemly manner. LOL!
Brought a pouch after looking for one for so long.
Very cute, man, love love love it:)))



After all the tedious fun we had at Toys"R"Us, we went to check out the timing for movies over at Lido.
Decided to watch "300" with the girls.
It's worth my bucks!
But the thing is, certain scenes were too gross and disgusting for me.
The scene where those chopped up heads were flying in the air, still capturing their facial agony and expressions, were played in such slow motion that simply just turn me off.
Anyway, the KING is one man I wanna love for life!
Slightly distracted by the hot bodies as well. HAHA!
I don't want the king to die so badly, man.
I want happy endings but it didn't turn out that way, sadly.
And I could hear duck's chattering from 2 seats away. hahahhaa.
So loud, must be asking fishy what the actor said and etc. LOL.

ASDFGHJKL;
OMHFG!

When we were walking to the toilet, fishy and I saw a bird flying inside.
Can you imagine that?!
I was so panic-stricken, in fact we all were.
That fishy grabbed my arms till they were bloody red lor!
LOL x infinity.
So embarrassing but we were really scared, screaming at the top of our lungs can.
Just thinking about it again, puts a smile on my face.
Headed to esplanade for dinner.
Had fried kway tiao, stingray, smabal kangkong and fried oyster omelette.
The sambal kangkong was horrible and jassy just stood up and took it back to the owner ALL BY HERSELF.
Such courage, I think I would never have la.
I would just leave it there, yeah, pathetic, I know.
LOL!
Took the last bus home, and in between the journey, that's this indian guy who kept on looking at duck!
So hilarious, I cannot stop laughing okay, It's not like he was doing it discretively, he stared at her and not like just once but continuously.
So funny, and we were chatting about their race in chinese and I accidentally said ah poo neh neh.
hahahhahahahhaha.
All in all, day well spent and like what fishy said, it was indeed kick ass fun.
And I want more of such outings okay.
I'm loving it!

Visuals; lots and lots of em', all thanks to duck! hahahas.

Toilet cam-whoring sessions.







Toys"R"us invasion.

Vone the princess with adidas paper bag!


Super girly side of duck and fishy. hahahah.


Bed of artificial roses:)


Vone caught in action.


Now literally caught. HAHA!


Duck the builder, fish the skater and jas the swordswomen.


So cute:)))


Imitating my candid shot, whatever, so girlish.


Retarded fishy!


Jas's elated with spongebob and winnie in her hands.


what a stiff reaction, duck!

Girlfriends.

Hallmark stole the romance.

This girl A ( let's not mention names ) received a text message from an anon, calling her unpleasant names, eg slut.
And guess what? Woohoo.
She happily called her friend to call my girlfriend, Y, and ask for my number.
So, she suspects me.
But, no, the number doesn't tally.
Aww, ain't that sad?
Apparently, this other girl from St Marg's, let's call her B, found a spam on her blog, and the spammer's IP address tallies exactly with A's.
Wow, such coincidence, don't you think?
Some people just accumulates too much haters for herself, and it seems like whatever things went wrong, woohoo, she likes to blame me!
So now, A's friend thinks that it's girl B who sent A an unknown text to screw her, not me.
Man, she must be so sad to know it's not me, ain't it?

Imagine, A receives a text message, saw that an anon sent her a text to screw her, suspects it's me, like pronto!, then excitedly asks her friend to call Y 'cause she knows Y is not going to talk to her at all, etc.
She secretly hopes that it might be me who text her, so Y will probably dislike me after knowing that I am "bullying" her.
Oh, such a poor thing.
Well, apparently, she has more haters than she knows.
And get this right, I do not hate her.
I hardly know her at all, but she turns around and innocently portrays herself as the "poor, helpless Damsel in distress" and portrays me as "the evil witch" who tries to 'psyche' Y away from her.
She puts words into others' mouths and claims she didn't, and that I am out to frame her.
What a perfect plot.
Mind you, this is her second attempt to make Y dislike me.

Didn't I already tell you to come up with a better plot?

And thank God I do not have her as a friend, not even close.
We're just passing acquintances.
It's that tragic. I do pity her friends, you know?
Who knows which one of them will be stabbed in the back next?
Which one of them will be made use by her to get what she wants?
Who knows, really, who knows ...

Omfshit. Two attempts and she's not backing off.
This is either jealousy or envy, nothing else.

Well, hello there, friends of you-know-who-I-am-talking-about.
I am surprised you read my blog.
How did you find your way here?
Oh, needless to say, I bet she checked out everything on me, every single detail, even resorting to get close to my girlfriend so as to dig up info on me.
Man, tell her I appreciate her doings, sincerely, from the bottom of my bloody heart.
Wow, I bet she even knows my favourite color, the people I hand around with, where I stay and even the color of my undies!
Gasp.
My my, it's till this extent eh?
I pity you guys.

If you got guts bigger than mine, by all means, my shoutbox is open, so is your IP address.
Now, this, is sad.
You're oh-so tragic.

Such tragedy.

Thanks for constantly entertaining me.
You're the joke of the day.

Either you got it or you don't.

Its raining right now, and suddenly, I'm falling in love with it.
It feels so nice to have my laptop on my desk next to the window where its raining out there, and just blogging.
A sense of serenity and peace that I haven't felt for such a long time.
Everything around me has been so violent, exciting, impactful.
It feels good to run away from that for a while.
I still do not understand how anyone could tolerate that forever.
Don't you ever think of change?
Of something that will probably make you feel, happy?
Why don't people have the guts to do what they want to now?
Why do people only do things to make others happy, even if its against your conscience and your principles?
I don't know, because I don't have that brain of theirs.
But can someone tell me why?
Everyone is always talking about purpose in life.
Till today, till eighteen years in my life, I don't know my purpose.
There are so many different purposes in life.
For religion, for society, for friends, for family, even for people you don't know.
Can anyone tell me if you know your purpose?

Right now, a tub of kahlua latte from island could really help.
My EM tutorials are lying next to me, blank and clean, argh, I can't even get started on it.
Looks like home isn't really a nice place to study with all the temptations around.
I feel like Serene Centre all of a sudden, then I can have somemore kahlua latte xD
Maybe if Nigel's free later I can meet him.
But I really feel like watching number 23 tonight, or rather right now.
Anyways, today was rather screwed up.
Firstly, I'm not going to 4d's bbq.
Secondly, I waited very long for duck's call and am still waiting.
Thirdly, I can't make any plans yet because duck hasn't called me.

asdfghjkl;

I've been waiting the whole time today.
Waiting for mom's call, waiting for duck's call, waiting for nigel's call, waiting for kimmy's call and waiting to go out and have hell loads of FUN after being locked up for so long!
What the fuck is wrong with everyone today?!
Why am I waiting every single min of today?!
Is today some sort of waiting day or what.
Bullfuck.


Dance tonight, revolution tomorrow.

I want my endless coffee and laughters back.

So yeah.
What the fuck.
Life's just playing bitch tricks all the time.
You know it when the first entry of the day contradicts the next.
Needless to say, to be able to blog twice in less than 24 hours depicts boredom.

I've been watching the re-runs on dvds and munching on hershey nuggets.
Mindful of how time is passing me by.
I'm not sure if anyone else on the phase of this earth does what I always do.
Here's it.
As an individual, I think a lot and wish I could do so much better in life than what I already am at this moment in time.
I feel half as useless as how I used to be though techincally, I may have improved in certain facets.
I set goals but they're never met.
More like the essentials or rather the vital ones are never achieved.
But those extremely unimportant and unnecessary ones are like a breeze to attain.
Getting wasted , getting pierced, ensuring that the weekend must be spent out of my crib and having the latest gadget in your hand.
Perhaps they aren't really what you call long-term goals or maybe some people just have all the luck.
Life gets more unproductive as you enter your teenage years within this era.
Ever wondered if this happened to the latter in the erstwhile timeline?
Everything else is moving too quickly.
The world is at an ever fast-moving pace.
You either catch up or you die.

I wish I could die.

You'd probably think it's just so typical of me to talk like that.
Just to die.
Or to give up.
Not really I would say.
For, saying is one thing.
Believing is another.
Doing it is a whole new other.
There's not a time in my life that I ever did have a feasible explanation to what my life is worthy of.
On the upper hand,
Life isn't always complexed if you don't think too deep or too hard into it.
It does invite my severest displeasure at times but I do think life is the greatest gift one could ever give.
And yes, the right side of my face is hurting like fuck.
From my eyelid right down to my shoulder.
Painkillers are useless so is drowning myself with plain water.
Evidently, I've blogged long and hard enough.
So goodbye for now.


It depicts me adopting a parochial attitude.

Black&WhiteAffair.

Behind an empty face.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VONNIE CHUA YIRONG!
I LOVE U:)
Hope you love that shorts we got you!
And stay cheerful and pretty forever.


Yesterday was G-R-E-A-T.
Kicked outta bed by dad early in the morning around 10am.
Washed up and headed to geylang for brunch.
Had dimsum again(:
LOVE IT.
Met up with reine later on at Suntec and her parents drove us to town where we shopped for vone's birthday present and caught "Stomp the yard".
I totally agree with duck that "Step up" was nicer than "Stomp the yard".
But still, it was nice, just that "Step up" was better.
Went K-boxing with reine and orhping, they went crazy at the later part of the day.HAHA!
Gosh, we were singing all the emo songs at the beginning and abruptly someone=orhping, started to act all crazy and stuff.
LOL
LOL
LOL
I seriously can't stand her madness, man.
Had sucha fun time after so long.
We decamp lot 1 around 10pm and cruise around cck area till it's time to go over to vone's crib.
Was supposed to have a sleepover, in the end, I think it became a MJ late night session till dawn breaks.
And I won 15 bucks(:
I won 60 plus(on credit) the other time I played MJ, lucky lucky, keep it this way please! hahaha.
We were talking and laughing and crapping through out the whole night.
My god, duck seriously made me laugh!
And she had to laugh at my questions which she made me felt that they were silly questions.
And the tongue thing, I always thought that everyone could twist/turn/flip/fold their tongue till this morning. LOL!



They always say "Beauty bleeds as night falls" and it shall remain the brutal truth for this night .

The real tuth about maths.

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:
What makes 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?
We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give more than 100%!!!
How about achieving 103%?
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:
If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%
and,
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%
but,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%
And,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%
And look how far ass kissing will take you:
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainity that:
While Hardwork and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, Bullshit and Ass Kissing will put you over the top!
I know a ton of people who practice this and get places in this world.

I've a pistol in my paper bag.

Aquarius - (Jan 20 - Feb 18)

You can quickly assess a person's character, because outer appearances
don't impress you.
Open-minded, you take to strangers easily, but have to be careful of others playing on your
sympathy.
You approach love with your head, are turned on by mental stimulation, and seek to experience a mind-meld with a lover.
You can be fickle, flirtatious, indecisive and double-dealing, and you prefer affairs
to commitments.
But you could vow loyalty if you meet a compatible communicator with a sunny disposition who's glamorous, noble and ardent.
You can meet your type in your immediate neighborhood, libraries, bookstores,
primary school, through siblings or personal ads, on short journeys, via
the telephone, computer, or around newspapers, news, magazines, lectures,
debates, teaching, or printing concerns.

Birthstones: Blue Sapphire
Lucky numbers : 11, 29, 38, 47, 56,
Colors : Royal, Azure, Sky Blue,
Compatible Signs: Aries, Gemini,
Libra, Sagittarius

It seems like it's pretty easy for Aquarius to meet their types.
I should walk around my neignborhood more, visit the libraries and bookstores at least twice a week, go on short journeys often, use the com everyday, talk in the phone all day long, read the newspaper and watch the news everyday, join a dabate team, attend all my lectures.
Bullshits! *laughs.

I was watching this documentary about air rifle and shooting.
And I enjoyed the sound of the pellets right through the black spot.
It pleases me, alot, I must say.
Mm, depressed people should not join shooting, trust me.
Not because they will shoot themselves and end their miseries, but because they will shoot the people causing their miseries.
Well, I know I would ...

I imagine myself trying out the air rifle.
I think I would take the air rifle and ran out with it.
Halfway through campus, I saw K-Fuck & Co.
They were laughing so fucking loudly, snorting, grunting, shouting, and looking around seeing if people notices them.
And they were always making fun of people around em'.
Fucking AA.
I am so fucking pissed and annoyed at them so I shot them with whatever was inside the air rifle, be it rubber bands, rifle pellets, or even nose shit.
I just fucking shot them.
I shot D-Fuck ( Duck ), then H-Fuck ( Huck ), then S-Fuck ( Suck ) and finally K-Fuck ( Kuck ).
It's just like the movies, like during the WW2, they queued in line to be shot.
Yes, just like that.
I couldn't even believe it was so organised, as if they deserve to burn in hell, or some sort.
I remembered those annoying moments, and how they torment everyone in class with their snortings, fucking distracting people, and I suddenly took out an machine gun from my school bag and fire at Suck.
Suck was rolling in blood and he rolled five times and stopped.
So I went over and kicked him.
Still alive.
So I stepped his mouth with a Doc Marten boots and fucking took the boots out and bash his eyes.
I plucked out his braces and his eyeballs popped out.
I fired at them.
And Suck dies.
I poured black blood on Duck and break his headphones.
Then I plucked all his eyebrows and smash his fucking straight teeth.
I yanked out all his dyed hair, and layed him flat on my knees, and bend him into two.
I threw his soccer-boots-like shoes into his pants, and set fire to them.
I bash Duck with Doc Martens boots and shot-gun him twice.
Duck is dead.
Now Huck.
Huck, ha, chicken shit.
I smash him in his head with his bowling ball, and his eyeballs flew out.
I used a rocket launcher on him, and fucking launch it into his undies.
He exploded and Huck is also dead.
Some bloodless death that is.
Kuck, tough but I'll kill him.
I smacked him from behind with the air rifle, and stabbed his butt with the mouth of the rifle.
I shot ten pellets into his butt and shot him in the face with twenty rubber bands.
Then I plier-ed out all his fugly piercings and stabbed him with the rifle.
I covered his head with a Giant plastic bag and bashed him.
I triple-crossface him like those in WWE, and then I choke-slam him.
Finally, his eyeballs also rolled out, then I bashed him to death with the air rifle.
Kuck is dead.
I stood over their bodies and laugh an evil laugh.
Then I gave a loud fart and shouted, " In your face, bitches! " and went for Alfresco.
Finally, K-Fuck & Co is dead, world peace man.

Yeah, how I wish I had that much of guts.
I hate K-Fuck & Co.
They ought to be ambushed outside school and chopped into a million pieces and feed the vultures. Fuck 'em.

If I ever were to join shooting, they will die in my hands.

Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, Triple H.
They are my role models and I will learn all their moves.
So one day, when I've all the guts of the world, I will triple-crossface plus choke-slam k-Fuck & Co till they die.
Doc Martens, abit too ex.
Will get construction boots.
Bunch of cheebees.

I'm just really bored, pardon me.



What do you do when your life's a disaster and you're moving faster, and it's getting harder to breathe.
What do you say if some is right but you disagree even if it's the truth.

A women's worth.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY GOH :]
I love you & miss you alot!
All the best and take care.


You could buy me diamonds
You could buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world
Baby you know I'm worth it
Dinner lit by candles
Run my bubble bath
Make love tenderly to last a lifetime
Baby you know I'm worth it

Wanna please, wanna keep, wanna treat, your woman right
Now just don't, better show that she is worth your time
You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first
She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth

'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her
A real woman knows a real man always comes first
A real man just can't deny a woman's worth

Hold up
'Cause if you treat me fairly I'll give you all my goods
Treat you like a real woman should
Baby I know you're worth it
If you never play me promise not to blow off
I'll hold you down when shit gets rough
'Cause baby I know you're worth it

She walks the mile, makes you smile, all the while being true
Dont take for granted the passion she has for you
You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first
She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth

'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her
A real woman knows a real man always comes first
A real man just can't deny a woman's worth

No need to read between the lines, spelled out for you
Just hear this song cause you can't go wrong with your values
A woman, woman, woman, woman's worth

'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her
A real woman knows a real man always comes first
A real man just can't deny a woman's worth


Simply said, he ain't a real men, he's a boy who still can't decipher a women's worth.

its just as logical as im synical and phsycologicaly impiared.

Went to the movies with orhping and ahlin ytd, caught Mr Bean's holiday.
The movie was so hilarious, I can't stop laughing.
You know, just looking at mr bean's face made me laugh so hard.
Not to mention his forever weird and good humored actions.
But as usual, the sum and substance of the movie was totally bizarre.
Still, I say it's worth my money though.
After movie, went to orhping's grandfather's wake and played MJ till midnight.
I find baoyuan and yuluan very alike, seriously.
And I like people like them, very candid and adorable.


Love is too naive on it's own.
It has to be mould by the correct hands.
There is no true fairy tale.
Cause that's all bullshit.
Everyone knows it deep within though they are forever in denial about this issue.
Love on it's own is too superficial,
10 years could probably never even be enough for you to see through me and me to see through you.
It will only be till there's comfort and truth in both parties.
Simply said, there can't be any us if there can't be any trust.
Now,that's my theorotical perspective on that intricately perplexed word,
LOVE.

However frustrating you want love to work out it just remains adament.
It doesn't budge not even when you give your all.
But when you least expect it, the beauty of it all suffice.
Love makes you whole and embarks you on a journey that you never wanna end.
The laughter , the kisses and hugs of it all leaves the most amazing flutter in your stomach.
An almost undescribable feeling.
Perhaps I would call it a ride to nirvana if you have to.
I reckon that's more than enough to love.
To love and be loved is the best gift one could ever get.
But who could ever be that lucky always?


the tears that she shed leaves me with a conspicuous sense of familiarity.

Highway lovers.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED BUDDY :]

There's been a lot on my plate lately but when is there not?

I try to decipher every little thing that life throws at me, like, it would have some kind of hidden code that if I crack, my life is going to alter and become what I want it to be.
It's so frustrating, because I do it non-stop.
My brain is constantly thinking, and working.
And as soon as I think I've figured things out, it turns out I'm wrong.

I'm stuck on thinking that everything has a hidden meaning, and because my life isn't anything I wanted it to be, so if I figure out those hidden meaning, and crack all of the codes, I can be the person I want to be, with the life I want to have.

Those last two paragraphs basically just said the same thing, but seen differently,
and and and
I have the worst emotional problems, damnit,
and and and
I ruin things,
and and and
I'm scared of the labels "boyfriend" & "girlfriend"
and and and
I'm scared of hurt & hurting,
and and and,
I think way too hard,
and and and
fuck it, I just don't care anymore.

Today, Nigel told me that people were talking about the girl with " ... the forever black face."
Which is none other than me.
Obviously, I'm no bitch like you, going around smiling 24/7.
I bet she has spasms everyday.
Screw it, bitch. Have fun!

It's true some scents do trigger off memories.
I've finally found that scent of this particular person, and I went to purchase that item with this scent, which is actually a shower gel.
And I have yet to stop smelling it ever since I've started using it.
But I suppose it's useless to bring back those memories now.
Yet I still love the smell. Hah.
I'm such a useless bum.
Nah-da. Full-stop. End of story.

Went to Marina Square with reine and jasmine.
Finally got to meet up with jasmine!
We met up at bpp and took 960 to marina, there was this very self-centered malay guy siting next to jasmine with his music blasting away, like he was in his living room(?!!!)
Reached Marina and had lunch.
We were all VERY x 12345678910 hungry. HAHA!
After lunch, went shopping at diva, jasmine's paradise.
And my heels were killing me, seriously.
So I brought another pair of heels(but much much shorter) to relieve my atonishing pain.
Then we proceeded to Zara and spent more than an hour in there.
Shopping, women's forte.
Jasmine was trying on soooo many outfits and mostly were YELLOW in color! LOL!
In the end, she brought one of the yellow top/dress.
After Zara was Topshop, was just browsing through cause most of the collection was the old one.
Then headed home shortly after.
I don't need all the money in the world, I just need days like these and people like my besties by my side FOREVER!

I LOVE U:)

Very full jasmine.

Music&LyricsInspired.

I've been living with the shadow overhead,
I've been sleeping with the cloud above my bed,
Trapped in the past i just cant seem to move on
I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case i ever need them again some day
All i wanna do is find a way back into love

The static whisper.

Yesterday was pretty hectic.
Had to go for brunch with family and aunt clara's family.

Locked up.

GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
GROUNDED.
AND I'M GOIN' CRAZY!

The first day of being grounded and I'm seriously losing my grip.
Somebody save me:(
Anyway, I woke up this morning with a tear in my eye and a grief so deep that I cannot explain.
You know the kind of dreams that you can't get out of?
More like a nightmare.
It was so real.
Too real that I can't snap out of it just yet.
They say how dreams occur differently in reality.
I believed it.
But this time I'm not so sure.




It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...
it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything's gone wrong
and everything blows up In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic.
yeah I really do think...

it IS ironic

Predominant degree of truth.

Results are big time cuntfuckwhores.
They make me lose my sanity.
Indeed, it's a poison to my mind , body and soul.
And now, they make my parents lose their sanity as well.
Now tell me, at this era and at my/your age, do your parents still ground you because of your results?
How absurd.
However, I see this coming my way when I saw my results online but not grounding.
I expected to get into a heated argument with them but not this!
One tear hit the hard floor, it fell like broken glass.


There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things,
I wish I could do all over again,
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.


Can i order a suicide pls?
Oh , and upsize it.

Till the grave.

Got my results alrd.
And I'm not planning to show it to dad though cause I'm sure he's gon' be realllyy mad.
2 forward module. wtf!
All because of a stupid lab test. ptff.
Life's one big disgusting bitch.
I hate poly, I really do.
Uhm,

asdfghjkl;

In a month or so, I'll have to go back to poly alrd.
Back to my so called "friends".
Where I'll sit at lunch and stare at my shoes/slippers/sandals while I try my best to tune out mindless chatter of my so called "friends".
"You shouldn't eat that, too many carbs."
"So, did you hear about those two going out? I give them like, a week?"
"I like this guy but I'll like a different one tomorrow."
"I was thinking about getting the Chunks in a different shade of brown."
"No way, they're so way out of style!"
Hate it, hate hate hate it.
I hate poly with such a passion that I don't care anymore.
I don't even try.

I'M GON' MISS NIGEL SO,SO, SO, SO MUCH I WANNA CRY!
School just sucks without Nigel and YQ, I wanna stab school.
I cannot wait to get outta poly.
I seriously miss Nigel and YQ so much I just wanna sob and weep.
They're the only support I get in class, you know.
Please God, let Nigel come back to the same class as me.
School sucks big time.
I want back my classmates and bestfriend.
I need Nigel.
I need my classmates.
I need them all back. Sigh.
I miss Nigel so much.
In fact, I miss him the most.
Please let Nigel come back.
I promise I won't fight/ argue/ kick/ punch/ laugh/ etc at him anymore.
I'll treasure him more.
Please God, let him come back.
Thank you, I really need Nigel around school.
He gives me such a reassuring look, which may be bloody blur, but it makes me feel at ease to know he'll gladly be there when I need him.
What am I to do without Nigel around in class?
I feel as if someone stole away my soulmate from me.
I've lost my other half and it's really sad.

Those people who still have their guy bestfriends sticking around.
Those lucky bitches have their bestest guyfriends listening to their bloody irritating bitchings, their endless pinches and slaps, their whiny fifty octaves high voices, their part-time slaves and servants, their flaunting trophies, etc.
And they're still not happy about it (?!!)
Instead of treasuring that one guy bestfriend, those bitches yearn for more guy friends, who are just normal friends ...
MORONS, period.

Stupid idiot, make me miss him more with his "Don't miss me too much ah!"
Zomg!!!
All I want is just to have Nigel back in class again.
Is it too much to ask for?
And you know what?
I don't give a shit if you think there's something going on or whatever, damnit.
I don't see the need nor feel like explaining or repeating myself so many times just for you clueless whores/ man-whores, who just can't seem to understand.
And I'm glad you understand.
As long as you understand, everyone else' opinions can just go screw themselves.
I just needed your trust and faith, that's all.
And I got it.
Thanks ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.
Oh, by the way, I am in love with PlayRadioPlay.
They are so scene.
Sorta suit the mood I'm in now.
So yea, they are currently my favourite.
Oh, screw sorrow, I can live with depression.

It's as if my heart knows your the missing piece.

ITS JUST ME ; LOVE ME.
18 yrs of tragedy.
stinky stubborn.
always sensitive.
I have a changing personality
I am who I am.
<3 MOM:)
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<3 vintageAUDIO :D
<3 BAKERY.
<3 decorations.
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<3 people who sterotype.
<3 Hypocrites.
<3 Cigars inventors
<3 Morning lectures.
<3 Guys with humongous EGO.
<3 Restrictions.
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I don't love you.

Well, when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way

And after all this time that you still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can

When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you, like I did, yesterday"

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where you oughta stay

And after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While you can
Whoa, whooa

When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you, like I did, yesterday"

Well come on, come on

When you go
Would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday"

I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday

I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday