in law school, the only word that really jumps out is d word clique.

cos, really, nowhere else in this world can there be another place be as cliquish.

n i dun happen to lk making friends sometimes.

or rather, i tend to have few friends and some acquaintances. n the rest are just..familiar faces.

and i do not like to feel as if i've to run to someone to find a friend. all bcos im friendless.

i do not mind being friendless. i just do not want to feel vulnerable just cos i'm friendless.

brazil should realise tt popping up in front of the oppo's players n running arnd in between spaces while the oppo players pass balls around do NOT equate to a defense.

there is no defense for brazil.
let alone good defense.

but its okay...they still play prettily. not their looks, but yeahhhhhhh.

i cried.

maybe its cos i was relieved.
maybe its cos i was sad.
maybe its cos i grew up.
maybe its cos i was honest.

crying when u've a headache is suicidal.

but i smiled too.

cos i've friends.

i could choose to be bitter. or choose to stronger.
we'll see how i turn out.

im sneezing so badly that i'm certain tt someone's thinking of me.

someone is thinking of killing me.

if i continue sneezing lk tt...i'm gg to become michael jackson no. 2 aka noseless.

and i love brazil! love love love brasil. LOVE. and ronaldo's back.. hes back. altho he's prone to parking himself in front of the goalpost..he's finally back.

ake me away, away, away. says:
u're back!!!
jing says:
yah
jing says:
u miss me?
take me away, away, away. says:
haha..yeah i did!

yayyy! mabel missed me!

does admitting that i'm deluded

means that i'll stop being deluded?

decided not to watch the tunisia v. saudi game. BAD decision. the last 20 mins was good. let's just.....happily believe that it was only exciting at the end.

........
yeah right.


anyway..am watching d germany v. poland game. gosh......... they'r fighting. germ wants to win every game, and poland has to win or draw in order to proceed. hahaha!


i really must watch soccer alone, i think. i look lk some spastic, unglam kiddo. imagine jumping in front of the tv, and grabbing ur hair and.....er. okay. i shall not continue. yayyy! i love soccer. or rather..i love watching soccer!

kaka just scored! so im pretty sure brazil's gonna win. cos they'r a really strong team.

anyhow..before tt...i was told that kaka's married.
..............................................................






i am so sad. so basically..i was damnnnn devastated abt his marital status.

then the goal came along. so i was jubilant.

then i fell back into depression cos hes married. WHAT THE HELL!

i think the organisers of the world cup don't lk USA very much. that team is probably gg to lose every single match in d current grouping. ghana and italy are strong teams, although ghana needs better strikers. USA is so dead. the yanks are so not gg to win any game.


i think that soccer is a v violent game. extremely violent. i look at the players moaning on the field...and i feel their pain! i do. altho i probably never felt the extent of their pain..but i feel for them.


and i realised why the soccer players have long shorts now. its to prevent any.........exhibition of any.........organ. that must be why they wear shorts AND tt underpants tights thingy. see! now it makes sense.

to that person who happily said that czech is nowhere to be seen in d rankings of top soccer teams.....



you are DAMN wrong.

they'r prob d strongest team so far. n rosicky is good. gooooood. n they have a good goalkeeper.

but US isn't that bad lar. altho my dad concluded tt they'r kicking d ball as tho they'r playing rugby...i think johnson's pretty good. brave. hes brave.

n i read just now tt saggitarians do not mean malice even tho what they say are painful. altho the stupid horoscope kept emphasising on how saggis are not mean and evil.......it just suggests that saggis are insensitive. GREAT!

if crying empowers,
why do we hide when we cry.

is it true that no one is really indispensible in this world?

if it is true, how does this explain why some people die due to the pain of losing their loved ones?

anyhow......i miss my eye candy! the eye candy who'd take the bus w me when i was gg to mjc and he was gg to cjc. sighhhhhh....where is my eye candy! i wanna see him again!

when i'm so bloody deprived of sleep and when i just came home lugging tt fucking cable box. the very last thing you should do is snap at me. very last thing.

so the other day..actually, it was yesterday, i packed my room. and i decided to send my stuffed toys to the washing machine. while hanging them up to dry, i just had to take pictures of them. they look so....tortured. hahahahaha. i love my soft toys. i'm such a kid. anywayyy...here goes:

see! i pegged it down by its arms! can u see the panties? and the skirt? my pretty cedar bear. it's been stripped and violated, and there is photographic evidence of this behaviour that is unbearable. anyhow, i decided to return my cedar bear her modesty and dressed it up again.

i hung this tigger by its tail. and to all knowing souls who know why my mommy decided to call me stupid.....this tigger doesn't smell overwhelmingly good. actually...this tigger is pretending to be a bat. lk how the mammoth in ice age 2 thought she was an possum!

this poor elephant. with its ears pegged. well, at least if its ears become bigger, it can shade itself. HAHAHHA okay. forget it. i just wanna show how i pegged the toys with ingenuity!

i can't help but feel that the hippo is actually damnnnnn happy abt being pegged down by her arm. if u'r gonna ask why is it a her...its cos she's pink, damn it. i don't own gay hippos.

i decided to hang nemo by its fin and tail. its too huge lar. and if u'r wondering why the pictures are of different sizes, its cos i uploaded them w different sizes. live with it.

HAAHA i think this small tiny tigger is super duper cute. and although it looks lk its sniffing the sock, it's not. it's only cos i hung it upside down, and gravity pulled the sock down to the tigger's nose. my tigger doesn't smell socks.

decided to be brave today and pack my room.

it's halfdone. and im planning to leave the rest till tmr.

this is becos i'm facing a very serious problem. a question that is currently giving me a headache.


where the hell do i put my bags.

i want to be a kid again.

i only want to worry about not being able to finish my pile of sweets.

i only want to worry about not having enough time to play.

i only want to worry about how i can't kick some ball wearing some dress.

i only want to worry about how the rain might stop me from sitting on the swing.

i only want to worry about the bugs tt might attack me while i sit in the grass.

i only want to worry about when will i get to see a ripe mango falling down from the tree in my yard.

i only want to worry about being scolded for running around bare-footed.

i only want to worry about whether i'll get to eat crabs in the middle of the night.

i only want to worry about how i might miss the chance to jump on the bed.

i only want to worry about sleeping before my kid brother comes home from my aunt's place.

i only want to worry about having fun.

i only want to worry about being happy.


i am addicted to memories. or maybe, i just want to stop worrying.

someone turn me back into a kid.

i dont want to grow older.

not when it indicates that i stop having fun.

not when it brings along unnecessary worries.

not when it becomes a burden.

i don't want to be old enough to think.

i don't want to be old enough to feel.

i don't want to be old enough to worry.


help me.

help me.

please.

my heart aches each time i think abt you.

the pain rids me of my smile.
it reveals the cruelty of life.

the pain swallows my hope.
it does not allow me to dream.

the pain destroyes my ideals.
it reminds me that i'm powerless.

i dont think you'll see this. but my heart aches.
n i'd rather mope around than to forget you and start smiling.

i shld just fucking live with it.