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.

I guess it's just goodbye.

Aren't we all vulnerable to the threats and after effects of our hidden emotions?
It's seemingly the hardest thing to hide though it's oblivious to the naked eye.
There is just this much that we can uncover.
Even a life time is never enough to understand what's on a person's mind.
I'm filled with utter confusion and agitation when I think about it.
Why can't there be a day where all are questions are answered.
After which, I'd wish for a chance to turn back time and make my life the private utopia.
impossibilities.
all of it.

MJ has taken up most of my time for the pass few weeks.
It's either at jo's crib, uncle kelly's crib or ah lin's crib.
The whole of last week, I was at home for like only 2 days.
And as usual, dad's realllly x 12345678910 MAD at me.
I thought of making up by staying at home yesterday BUT ...
It's 7am now and I've just reached home from jo's crib and now I'm in deep shit cause dad just wouldn't talk to me anymore:(
Results are coming in, in a few more days time and I'm uber nervous man.
I've got so much things on hand that needs my attention but I simply love to procastinate.
What's your problem man, kimberly?!
First of all, I gotta register for my bike license then look for a job.
Talking bout me driving a bike.
It's another issue that's bothering dad.
I don't want to hide things from my dad sometimes but he'll always have to leave me with no alternative.
I know things could get ugly but I pray it'll always remain a possibility.

Guys are just nothing but trouble.
I don't give a fuck bout any tom, dick or harry or BEN anymore.
Fucking hell.
With people like them around there's no fucking peace.
Fucking hell you should be the one who should stop dreaming and wake up.
Fuck you understand?
You just make me utterly sick.
I'm this close to killing someone now.
When I say that Nigel isn't the reason, you jolly well listen hard and clear.
Every word that's coming out from your mouth is the purest of bullfuck.
geddit'?
now yes yes
messages messages.
go ahead.
You're junking our friendship away, boy.


everyday my confusion grows.

Replies for previous tags.

5 Mar 07, 00:49
esther: ahem. ur blog super difficult to navigate! and yes, i'm complaining abt it! hahahhas.
Reply: OKAY OKAY! changed alrd. hahas.

5 Mar 07, 00:08
fisshyy: yesyesyes. i like ur previous skin btr too! cos i hate pink. haha
Reply: alright, CHANGED IT ALRD!

4 Mar 07, 22:41
jassy: the previous blogskin was waaaayy better!
Reply: but i don't like the content area. hahas. anyway, changed it alrd la.

4 Mar 07, 17:51
fishyy: reading ur blog is like a daily chapter from a story book! so longgg.... haha, but i like =))) MJ soon right!
heard u won loads of $ from jo's hse huh. good job!
Reply: LOL. im a lil' long-winded cannot isit?! hahahas. yes yes, MJ sooon. won alil', not very much also. meet up soon uh:)

3 Mar 07, 00:35
esther: tat's life, tat's human beings. wad to do? just smile and lead on with a better life! =)
Reply: yeah, life can be a bitch but still everyday's a new day.

28 Feb 07, 00:24
yvonne: a course in SP of cause. hahas. LOL. oh yes, dont say me alr la.! walau.
Reply: alright, see you in SP soon then. hahhaas. say you? what did I say?

27 Feb 07, 22:43
shuyi: XIAO XIONG POOH POOH! hohoho
Reply: told you it's whinnie the pooh alrd. hahas. btw how's life? take care eh.

27 Feb 07, 13:59
jassy: lol, a big big rush actually. in case you were wondering how you had the pic of the 4 of you playin mj, i was the one who took the pic!
Reply: hahahha. yes, I thought so too. LOL! how's you job interview btw? meet up soon:) LOVES.

27 Feb 07, 03:18
esther: fishy never bluff u, we saw her tgt. and chit chatted with her all the way! hahahas. =x
Reply: okay lor, then it means that the old lady isn't a ghost. hahas. nothing to fear now. hahahaha.

There was once upon a time we loved so well.

I just can't help but snort yet end it with a smirky laugh at the thought of how people can actually be so starkly hypocritical.
Friends whom I thought would always find the chance to make up for what has been lost doesn't seem to care anymore.
The new one comes in and I fear history will repeat.
Have I not tried hard enough?
I'm engulfed in happiness for a day but then before I know it, I'm filled with angst and sorrow once again.
Karma sure has it's way around.
This world was never meant to be this way in the very first instance.
It was made to love and have peace.
Unfortunately, people made a turn.
They manipulated the rules of god and left immense traces of hatred and malicious words of dishonesty.
I was lookin' through our older pictures and I realised that you were a much happier and innocent girl the first time I knew you.
I hesitated for quite a bit and all I felt like doing was to empty you out.
The truth hits like a falling brick.
I wish I could just put everything down and say, " never mind already " .
I choose not to hate.
I choose to sympathise this colossal mass of mother fuckers.
then again,
maybe they deserve to be stabbed hard in the back.
All the words that come out of your mouth are just excuses to me now.
How starkly numb it is already.
You made me feel that I can ttrust no one no more nor anything that feeds my ear.
I stay firm in the way I am for at least I wanna know I've tried.
The things I hear are just so ugly that I feel so sympathetic of how people think of you.
But I don't really wanna believe because I once believe there's more to you than what they see.
I can tell you know you're losing me bit by bit.
No one's to blame.
Just the hands of fate.
No point taking whatever I'm saying into the decision making part.
It's no use.
At the end of the day, it's what your mind body and soul leads you into.
You puzzle me with every word you say and every move you make.
At times I wish I could break free from you.
Each time when I feel myself losing touch you just had to come back and somewhat bring me back to how it felt like before.
Was it all just false pretence?
Stop playing mind games with me and I mean it.
It's not funny anymore.
Both friendships and affairs of the hearts are the worst enigmatic issues I've ever dealt with.
Then again.
How is it that anyone can find the true meaning of happiness if not for these two ?

Don't push me to the brink.
I always thought I did my best to make you feel secured as a friend.
I was there when you needed me, I'm pretty confident I've done my part.
I didn't see why such a comment could come about.
And it's from you.
Go figure.
It's unbelivable.
C'mon man, just tell me you're kidding.
FOR REAL.
Then again,
thank you for being there for me a long time ago.
I hope you'll see the light at the very last stop of the tunnel.
Once bitten twice shy.
I'm not sure about you though.
Funny how people always say " I understand" without knowing what it means.
It's equivalent to diving into a bottomless pit and telling yourself that you will reach the bottom.
Yeah,
defines the word bullshit pretty well.


Your assortments of thoughts give way and you say what you shouldn't have.
But that's just life.
The jumble of events leads to sublime confusion.
Thus, finding everything becoming insurmountable.. even the simplest of things.
The most perplexed issues isn't about how to get your grades right, how to get your parents to understand the life you're going through, or how to stop feeling so weak about yourself.
It ISNT.
That's because life itself IS perplexed ; It's a terrorist to us.
The greatest irony ? We're in control of this warfare.
This seemingly, psychological warfare.
I am life.
So I say, let's rock and roll.
Endless coffee and laughters with the greatest people this afternoon.
It's amazing how sometimes you laugh over the sillest things without even realising that the humour isn't exactly worth the laughter.( if you get what i mean)
Anyhow, it's just really crazy and fun.

Sometimes people wish they were never born into this world to feel the misery life can bring.
Others wish they were in someone else's shoes because they're never satisfied with theirs.
As for me, I wished for the simplest of trust , belief , utmost patience and love but sometimes all I got was something different.
But when you stop, think, and flip back to the front page, you'll realise that it's all just a story that you either continue writing or stop.
However, I'm still pondering whether I should still pick the pen up and start writing it all over again.
I wanna thank the girls/guys for making me smile when life was at my lowest.



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

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.
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<3 decorations.
<3 TRAVELLING.
<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