i changed my number!

roy - messed up with all that re-wiring going on, but it's settling down. says:
hahaha... i memorise your that number for 4 years leh...
sentimental value siah.

SEE THAT, BEST FRIEND?

i've got one sentimental friend! yay!

i said i wanna hibernate.

and really, it is nice & in fact, extremely therapeutic, to just lie on ur bed, look at the rain n snuggle underneath the comforter.

trust me. go try it out.

you'll be d happiest person on earth.

if only i'm not trying to worm out of an appointment, not thinking of the deadline set in school tmr, and not thinking abt anatolia and the bbq chicken.

i could be the happiest person on earth.

im a bit impatient. heck. im not patient. in d least bit.

so no prize for guessing that i hate waiting.

waiting for anything.

im sick & tired. maybe its just the lack of slp. but maybe, it's really gg to stop.

i swear, by 2007, it should.

on a side note, i really am sick & tired. as in, literally i hope i've some prince who would whisk me off to some random nice swing n let me swing there. a knight will do too.

current addiction: nickelback - far away.

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore

On my knees, I’ll ask
Last chance for one last dance
‘Cause with you, I’d withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I’d give it all
I’d give for us
Give anything but I won’t give up
‘Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
‘Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving
Hold on to me and
never let me go

today, i met a madman on the bus. (and to quote mabel leong..i really do "have such luck".)

i laughed at him. cos the things he said were pretty funny. he talked abt 911 certificate, and how important it is. he talked abt goh chok tong. he talked abt some kid and his bro as they walked up the stairs. he talked abt some man's wife when the man appeared. and he said hi to unknown entities outside d bus, waved n pointed at his new invisible friends.

but maybe, all he wanted was to get people to care abt him. cos at the end of it all, as he left, he said "bye. i love you too."

maybe, in this world, all of us are so caught up in our tiny bubbles, that all we do is to turn our backs on people who really need our help.

maybe, in this world, all that is lacking is a bit more attention from everyone. if bush paid attention to iraq,rather than his popularity, the iraq war might not be so disastrous. (but im lying. cos all wars don't bring any good end.)

maybe, in this world, if everyone got the attention they needed, there wouldn't be so many deaths (read: suicide).

but the attention given to people now rarely mean anything. smiling and nodding at wad one says doesn't necessarily mean that attention is given and that there's understanding.

heck, that smiley ass might not even be listening.

afterall, this world is largely superficial and shallow.

well, i shld rename this blog a chapalang blog.
cos in my own words..there is no point blogging abt deep & insightful stuff..people need frivolity in their lives.

and so, i guess, there's where my importance lies! i bring joy. somehow.

i rem some random entry from some random person that said she would die from sweetness.

well, i don't know how she'll die.

but i like the little acts that mean a lot in my life.

not my little acts, but someone's little acts. hahahahaha.

not that im gonna die from sweetness tho.

in my very superficial world, i realised that sometimes, the smallest gestures are the sweetest ones.

i'm really thankful for the friends i have. maybe i shld really do a lil shout out to everyone. but somehow...it doesn't seem right to give lil shout outs. i need to do more than that.

i know for a fact...that most ppl treat me a lot better than i treat them. i mean, i would like to pretend that it's not true, but the picture i face with is really painted differently. not that i'm complaining. it's not bad to have ppl treating me nicely.

and i really do appreciate each and everyone. i dunno if the person who inspired this will read this (i highly doubt so. since he doesn't konw abt this.haha) but still...thanks.

thanks to all of you. because each and every one of you made my day at different times for different reasons.

and in kalyn's words..much love.

hi friends.

i decided to apologise to those who have seen my extremely vulgar side recently.
it's cos of the lack of slp.
i'm really, honestly, terribly sorry about this.
i swear..i'll try my best to be less vulgar.

i still love u!
i hope u love me toooo!

jing.

hi friends.

i decided to apologise to those who have seen my extremely vulgar side recently.
it's cos of the lack of slp.
i'm really, honestly, terribly sorry about this.
i swear..i'll try my best to be less vulgar.

i still love u!
i hope u love me toooo!

jing.

if i could get all the answers i want...

would i be a happier person?

behold the ninja!!

introducing my friend who likes to mask her weirdness under an icy veil... ms ninja. (i'm currently trying to protect her identity, despite her protest abt me doing so)

initially, we all thought she was aloof, and cool. someone who is quiet, and (in ching's opinion) will never break into songs. (HA!) and she had this icy front, till everyone will come whispering to me and go "ehh...ninja (protecting identity currently) is really quiet". she was a ninja of few words..i mean..ninjas normally wear masks, so they don't talk..but yeah...she rarely make noise.

until recently! when she decided to lift her veil, like how courts lift corporate veil...(okay. pardon this.) but anyhow...acc to zah, ms ninja finally decided to show the world who she really is. and.......the world shld be warned that she is nothing like how she presents herself to be.

really. nothing like how she is thought to be. and its all ching's fault!

no one would believe that she almost slipped off a chair...and in doing so, made some extremely weird noise.

no one would hear her whining and stamping her foot. (okay, i admit..this is my fault)

no one would catch her bursting into some random song. (this is REALLY ching's fault)

no one would witness her gushing over some old ang mor. (not as old as zah's and lin's....preferences..but still too old for me)

no one would see her prance around with her little shopping bag (which she pretends is a schoolbag) and go arnd pretending that she is gg to study, but really, just wants to whisk us off to some random shopping mall.

no one would know that she CONSUMES plasters. (what the hell is wrong is ninjas)

no one would find out that she does not eat brinjals, because they remind her of herself. (she's.......quite weird)

and no one...absolutely no one...will EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER realise tt she likes to throw starfruits around, and pretend that they are darts!

well, no one..unless they read my blog! hahahahahahaha... or if they belong to our little self-sufficient group. (no clique..no clique..cliques are cliche)

i love you, ninja!

lets go have sushi!

to the world at large!

or rather, to those who give a damn abt my shoes....

i tried really hard (or rather, in my opinion, it was really hard..afterall, it's all a matter of relativity in the world) to find my shoes..

and i concluded tt theres no point in buying shoe racks and shoe cupboards if the cupboard's just gonna be blocked by the racks.

well, anyhow..i couldn't find all my pretty shoes. i'm sure i've more shoes than tt. i have a picture of each shoe in my mind.

so, i shall pretend tt i dunno i've so many shoes and cont buying many many many many pairs of shoes.

i shall marry the person who can make a walk-in cupboard for me and let me put all my shoes on display!

or maybe, i'll just be d person who gives myself all tt.

i'm cool enuf to.

im supposed to be doing some random case summary..but i can't stand this.

I CANNOT STAND MY NEW HAIR.

ITS UGLY.

its killing me.

im gg to start investing in tons of hairbands n maybe caps n probably a few paper bag masks.

so much for a therapeutic experience with a hair cut. THERAPY, MY FOOT.

i suddenly have this desire to go clean the shoe cupboard...just so tt i can find ALL my shoes n start wearing them one by one. i mean, there's no point in me buying so many shoes, then keeping them in d boxes n let them stack up.

but of cos, i cancelled everything today just so tt i can prepare the mock trials and do my tut...and study the few chpts im supp to...

so i guess..my shoes have to wait.

sigh.

im in school now.

not that i'm attending the lects i have today.

i came to school to do my tutorial, and my bloody short attn span just doesn't let me get anything done.

n im hungry. so far, today, i've eaten half a bun, one single hi-chew sweet and am sucking some coffee sweet. im hungry, but i hate school food. i want fried chicken.

im tired. i couldn't slp till 2 plus last night, and i woke up early today. okay..it wasn't v early..but i could really do w more slp.

i'm drained. i shall stop all of this damn soon. i hope i can.

i know i keep saying i don't wanna analyse. but who can stop analysing?

i know i keep saying i don't know. but in actual fact, i do.

i know i keep pretending that im ignorant, but do you realise that i know everything?

i know i keep smiling, but i squirm more than you'll ever know.

and i know i don't like how i'm thinking right now. but who knows wad i'm thinking right now.

where are you?

nothing works better than retail therapy.

at least it brought joy and life back into me.
i love my pretty shoes!

i need to stop.
its abt time to.

i think the right company matters. i miss my dear jc clique.
of cos, we weren't the nicest people around...but i love how we'r so self-sufficient.
i love our humour.
i love our brains.
i love us.
and it was nice finding it all back again.

for apple's 21st bday...shes got this! i mean...no prize for guessing whats the red thingy inside! but it's so nice!

and then for the xueping......who gives me an entirely new experience when she drives... ala "a whole new worlddddd....a new fantastic (or not) point of view".

and i painted the shoes! i thought i destroyed them...but NOOOO! they turned out pretty still..thanks to my brain! HAHA!

on a side note, i know how nsmen behave now. the commando officer and the pregnant PA who supposedly chionged before becoming sammi no. 2 couldn't even walk a short distance. i mean..if lump and izzy can do it...why can't they! stupid nsmen. the budget for S*F is too high..considering the people in the army. but no. i will not...i REFUSE to..reveal the identities of the nsmen. never!

n i've nv felt so bad in my entire life.

im so sorry.

whoever said that money isn't impt lied.

cos money buys experiences.

i went to the zoo! i was just asked a very weird question abt whether or not i like animals, since i went to the zoo n the night safari.

and...i don't really like animals.

i just felt lk gg.

so thanks to d 2 ppl on earth who actually went w me!

to both places!

and im hungry now.

why is it that rationality and emotions seem to be mutually exclusive?

maybe the more you try to stop or hide ur emotions, the stronger they become.

who knows.

if u'r gonna start thinking tt im in some emotional turmoil when im writing this..u'r wrong. cos in my mind now, other than this emo reaction after reading my fren's blog..the other thing im thinking abt is potato chips. preferably calbee's hot n spicy.

LIFE.

n i washed a car last night! okay..technically..i only sprayed water for a while n got bored...n wiped d car and felt tired...but..its actually pretty therapeutic! hahahahaha.. i lk!

technology kills.

not all tt bombs and shit.

but how ppl die frm heart attack and burst arteries when techonology fails.

i used to like staying at home.






i really did.

just in case you didnt know..

im beginning to hate you.

i've a company law test tmr!
i am so dead.

anyhow, i caught pulse at sun plaza yesterday. that creepy shopping centre with a walkway that'd fit right in with ANY random horror movie.

pulse is darn stupid. it does not make sense, and ends with such a cliche line. of cos, i dunno if it started in d same lousy manner, BECAUSE I HAD TO WAIT FOR 2 STUPID NSMEN.

no offense, but i hate waiting. esp, when im alone in some creepy copping centre that would fit right in with any random horror movie.

i had to walk around that dingy little cinema sooooooo many times, im pretty sure the people working there will point me out when they spot me in say...harbourfront and go "hey..see tt girl? she was so lonelyyyyyyy..."

i'm just being all random n moronic cos i can't bring myself to study.

i can't go offline, cos if i do tt, i'll just go back to bed.

and i wanna eat something. not just the packet of chips i had.

this is probably my longest entry in.....i've no idea how long. my memory is failing me.

i was scared watching pulse. and i feel stupid for that. so if u read this, and noticed this line, forget it pronto. this is an order.

i need to go sit on some random swing n swing my troubles awayyyyyy.

but what if the troubles refuse to go away. do i just remain on d swing?

you konw..i actually wanted to type this really long post abt my dearest xueping.

but given my damn short attention span...i typed halfway..n decided to change everything, since i got damn bored of what i was typing.

but anyhow..i LOVE you! u make me really happy! notice MAKE. not made.

it's called true love! cos we both aint all tt pretty. hahahahahahahahaha. okay. my bad. im not all tt pretty. true love!!

esp since we both didn't lk each other tt much to begin with! but love grows! true love k!

dump rambo n run to me, darrrrrrrling.

wo love my xue ping!

i went to sun plaza today. it's at such an ulu corner of singapore. i mean...sembawang? who goes there lar. (apparently some sembawang-ers do. but i bet its only cos they'r lazy to get out of sembawang)

and then i spotted this girl with a bandage on her head. i mean, i honestly thought she could have worn it as an accessory, so i stared. but yah, wrong thing to do.

but anyhow...after tt...we went to a more ulu part of singapore! okay...not more ulu..maybe just as ulu. west coast park is seriously..damn weird lar. its nice, but...the playground is so..eccentric. but its nice. just not a nice place to swing. SIGH

WHY IS IT SO TOUGH TO FIND A NICE SWING?

i think if i die...it means one less burden.

so i won't be sad if i die.

so if u plan on being sad, dun be.
be happy for me.

i honestly hope that my tutor is efficient. okay, change that to slack. maybe she'll just have half the class present tutorial 1,and the other half to present tutorial 2, then i can get to go off early and slp.

of cos, slp after i fret over prop law and company law.

LIFE.

on a side note, kit chan makes all d difference in the forbidden city. allllll d diff. she's darn good!

i think i'm a v blessed person.

extremely blessed.

thank you all.

i decided to post some pics up..cos i took reallllllllly nice pics all of a sudden. hahahahah...

i saw this...........gorgeous vintage car in school. so...yeah, altho i had to walk down the slope n attempt to not end up rolling down, im quite happy that i chanced upon this superrrr pretty car. and the nx time i see this car, its gonna be mine. im gonna tow it away. then embark on a license-learning journey. n drive the car around before i get jailed.

ooooh. and this is some.......redbean strawberry doraemon cake thingy frm sun n moon. hc n lin ordered. not my cup of tea tho. or rather, not my type of dessert. i no lk cream! but it still looked gooooooood. n actually, i wanted to eat the doraemon cake part..but...i had my cheesecake....which is :

thereee! my tofu cheesecake! in a birdcage! wad an irony. i dun hate this thing tts in the birdcage. i dun lk those living things in birdcages tho. anyhow....its good. altho tofu cheesecake sounds gross, but its goooood. but its a bit too expensive. $5 for this tiny thing. but its goooood! life. hahahahaha... good at moments.

im not okay.

but its okay.

sometimes, i think my life would be much better if i just kill you.

maybe not much better. but it'll be much easier.

i honestly think that modern marriage vows should be amended. instead of staying together despite pain, suffering, poverty and age...it should be staying together during times of infidelity, betrayal, turmoil and despair.

maybe i shouldn't paint such a bleak picture. but my bad. i once argued with someone over the existence of true love. the argument had no ending, simply because we started on different grounds. her idea of true love is any moment when 2 ppl treat each other whole-heartedly or giving without expecting any in return. so, she argues that true love exists.

i think that true love should last. that, is one impt characteristic of true love. and just because of this simple characteristic, i conclude that true love does not exist. life.

anyhow, on a random note, i learnt that i shld nv dump msg together with my maggi else i'll die young. i should dump d msg AFTER i cook my maggi. point taken.

how do u salvage a fading friendship?

i was so excited about the dinner function. i wanted to blog abt it. but my lappy killed my enthusiasm. i think it's dying slowly. and i hate the freaking lappy. but i dun want it to die. not yet... i can't let it die now.... stupid. things shld just go my way once in a while.

sometimes, i feel like the world's silliest lil girl.

cept tt i know im not some lil girl.

i nearly lost my mind.

luckily 2 kind souls managed to save it.

my blessings.

i thank God for them.

i feel both drained and isolated.

i saw someone jaywalking...who stopped in d middle of d road. i jaywalked w her..n continued walking even tho there were buses driving out.

i don't know how random this seem to u..but i concluded tt if i wanna jaywalk, i shld just jaywalk all d way, and not stop in d middle of nowhere n hope tt the green man comes around.

i said i'll move on.
i guess this tells me tt i shld n stop hoping.

afterall, the ads at bus stops said ppl can't live on a diet of hope.

or maybe, im just too hungry n too tired to be a rational being.

i hate blogging. and so my blogs are short n sweet. even tho each entry is fraught with negative chi and intense dislike for the medium of blogging.

and from now on...

u'll be known as

kachink!

i feel incredibly stupid.

so i shall start clamming up.

maybe, that will stop me from feeling lk a retard.

well, at least it's assuring that i'm d only one who knows im dumb.

and my whole world came crashing down.

wait for me.

i'll join u in perth!

i don't know how many of you will actually read this. and honestly, i don't give a shit about whether or not u get offended by this post.

i guess you all (yes, all of you in mjc. or rather, my friends in mjc) realised that hey...we really don't meet up much. of course we don't. OF COURSE. thats cos none of you actually bothered trying to get all of us together. none. and when you wanna meet up, you tell lump or i to go organise something.

who are we? your secretaries? or your servants? why should we bother about the supposed close friendships we have when none of you actually cared enuf to do something? when i say do something, i mean trying to meet up with everyone, not telling us to organise something.

and guess what. at this point in time, i realised that actually, only lump n i are interested in getting all of us to meet up. yeah. it's not about how you can't be bothered to get us to meet up. its about how u can't even be bothered to meet up.

go count on ur hand. a single hand. how many times have u met us?

go think about when you missed us.

i know people move on. i guess you all moved on and decided to just look forward. go ahead. i hope people u meet in the direction u'r gg will care about you just as much as u cared about us. at that time, u might come running back to us and moaning about life. and as usual, we will just listen and hug. and then, as the practice goes, you'll just run off again.

i don't care whether or not it affects you. if this pricks you, im talking to you. and if this pricks you, fuck off.

jing = fatty bom bom says:
its really sweet.

Admiral kRack - i think i'm going blind, but then again, maybe i never saw clearly with the vision i was blessed with says:
the ice cream?

jing = fatty bom bom says:
no

jing = fatty bom bom says:
u.

roy is so sweet! yay! i've such a great friend! yayyyy!

izzy ong. (by xueping and jing. well..xueping gave the opening line)

izzy ong is a dizzy bong
who is not long
and breaks into songs!
but she's so wrong
about the king kong
that goes clong clong
in the kay long!

(for ignorant ppl..kaylongs happen to be those........houses? above the sea!)

i dread the days when i actually have to wake up before 12pm. i really do. i doubt i can do it.

i think i'll be super super super whiney soon.

damn soon.

all d best, world.

everytime i go past mjc..i get flooded w memories.

and the particular stretch roy drove past.......the memories weren't good.

life.

lionel `- x G [ lil one says:
samuel is my superman.

gays? gays.

im currently disturbed by the sudden realisation that i REALLY cannot sleep in after 12.

i'll roll around. n get up. damn. DAMN.

shit.

the constant looping of jay chou's jian dan ai is supposed to make me feel better.



i miss kershie.


i miss marie.


i guess jay chou's not as powerful as i hoped he'd be.

i was told not to think too much.

i can't.

so i arrived at a conclusion.

that what i was told was bullshit.

i like to type after i cut my nails!

it feels fun. and smooooooooth.

zidane's classic moment of behaving in a pre-historic manner.

zidane's counterparts in real pre-historic times.

stupid zidane. he shldn't have pretended that he's a dinosaur and did some role-playing in d middle of the match.

if i ever find the snapshot of that classic moment...i'll reveal zidane's desire to return to pre-historic times. woo.

italy won.

and i think thy'r not uploading zidane's pre-historic classical action.

i don't know what came over me, but i wanted to go the night safari! and i actually have friends who went with me! i love themmm. sammi got to live his childhood cos of me! and his car. hahahahaha...and lump's toe got stomped on! by sammi. that was d only casualty.

other than tt..it was pretty fine. it stank. but u know..........i was concentrating on where to step in case something jumped onto my path or something.

and altho we got lost..trying to look for
1) animals we already saw but didn't realise tt we saw them ;
2) animals that weren't along our trail ; and
3) animals that were beyond some station where we nv bothered to cross,
i liked it pretty much!

and there were mozzies. just less mozzies than the zoo!

okay. i didnt lk the part where the barn owl flew around...but i was brave! and lump agrees. go read her blog, ppl. it's www.dasweetestgoodbye.blogspot.com . she said i was brave! yayyy!

cept for the moment when i tot there was something in d grass.

and the moment when the owl performed by flying n eating. not much of a performance, i konw. but it's still considered one.

and the moment when i spotted roaches. bloody pests.

some day...i just wanna drown in my own delusions. i'll probably die the happiest then.

brazil is my fave team altho the entire world doesn't really lk them.

they'r my fave team cos they'r the only team where the players are smiling even after sprinting around for 90 minutes. even when they failed to score a goal.

they'r my fave team cos none of them have ever lost their temper. everyone else in this world cup keep losing their temper. namely, ballack.

they'r my fave team cos they have such an artistic way of playing soccer.

they'r my fave team cos they'r good.

its not just cos of kaka.
kaka is a bonus.
kaka WAS a bonus.

yayyy so i stayed up in d end..and italy won! with such beautiful goals. so beautiful.

but anyhow..i lk how klinnsman went arnd n consoled all his players altho he must be super depressed as well.

i lk klinnsman cos he looks lk my uncle who dotes on me.

i am soooo happy! yay! germany is finally gg away! i dun hate them. i just dun think they shld win italy.

i dunno if the german players are crying..cos their faces are all wet. with perspiration!

yayyyyyyy!!!!!!

this is so worth the lack of slp.

i am soooooo tired. i think my body clock's back. n im totally destroying it by watching the stupid germany-italy match.

i nv knew that soccer players get massages and star treatments.

klinnsman is one violent man. hes so involved in the game.

italy's too good for germany. n if germany wins, its cos the ref's biased. either tt....or lehmann's really good at saving goals.

the 1/2 hr extension just started...n i honestly don't think i can stay up for the entireeeeeeeeee match. age is taking its toll on me.

tell me.


do you really know me?

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.

i feel stupid.

i feel amazed n stupid.

who the hell can whine that she's tired and end up watching some stupid drama till this time of the morning. gosh.

if im a hobbit, i want a friend lk samwise gamgee.
actually..it doesn't matter.
i want a friend lk samwise gamgee whether or not im a hobbit.

i am such a stupid spoilt brat!

the following convo took place.

dad: wad do u want for dinner?

me: fish porridge!

several many many many minutes later....

daddy: eh they don't have fish porridge at chomp chomp.you don't want anything other than fish porridge?

me: WHY DO U ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME! SEE LARR..ALWAYS DEPRIVE ME OF MY FISH PORRIDGE.

daddy: aiyah okay okayyy..i'll go and find ur fish porridge lar..i'll go dig around..

me: no! u'r using tactics to make me feel guilty right! u evil!

daddy: hahahahahahaha....okay okay..i'll go find fish porridge for u...somewhere.

I LOVE MY DADDYYYYYY.

I WANT A HOUSE WITH A SWING. PRONTO.

yays! i got a new blog layout! its so pretty! i think it'd make a good tattoo design.

anyhowwww.......this layout is changed by izzy! yayyy. my resident blog-template-modifier. hhahahh. thank you! so i got a lil thing for u.

thank you! u'r very much appreciated!

im convinced that there's bad fengshui at my house. all d fishys are dying one by one. and they'r dying on a daily basis. goodness. and my parents dont even feed them. they FORGET to feed the fishys they bought.

maybe its just fishys...just their luck not to be able to bark for food or make any sort of noise.
stupid dying fishys.

i don't happen to like death that much. not even for lil cannibalistic fishys. esp not in my hse.

it's as if the fishys in the tank are involved in a "survivor" game of their own.
i shall take a pic of the last surviving fishy, just before it dies.
just to give it the recognition it deserves for battling lousy fengshui.

i watched jasmine women. and i'm disturbed. thoroughly. i don't know why tho. the images are too.....loud. and altho i dun lk zhang ziyi, i think she's a good actress. my puny brain is trying to figure out the issues in d show.

by the way, i really need a new brain. i...

1. could not construct a sentence properly and hold a normal conversation during dinner.
2. could not differentiate between left and right when giving directions to my place.

i think my puny brain is overworked. or it overslept.

Let me tell you what addiction is.

Addiction is watching a Korean show till 6 am, and then waking at 2pm to continue watching the show. And still watching the show even though I am groggy and my puny brain is telling me to go to bed. And it becomes so bad that I have to move around the living room to stay awake and alert, with my eyes on the screen to ensure I don't miss any second of the show.

This is addiction.

But anyhow, I managed to come up with some theories while dealing with my addiction! Well, if you wanna know about my theories, hang around online when I watch my dramas. I might let you know about my obscure theories that are actually pretty "duh!"

HAIYAHS! I like the skinny skinny, tall tall prince with tiny tiny eyes in the show. Although, I think he is actually quite ugly. Life!

I like watching Korean shows and think about my imaginary love life.
They remind me that love destroys.

I need to know more things that would bring a sweet, lingering smile on my face that would warm my heart.

Then again, I don’t want to know those things. I want those things to happen to me.

I was asked if it’s better never to experience heartbreak than to have one heart-wrenching relationship. Good job, angie. Nice question to ask me just before I embark on my Korean show marathon. Hahahaha. No answer. No answer at all.

The answer is obvious. But I don’t do what I think I should. I never do what I should.

My puny brain is dying.

met jiehui. and realised many things!

1.

one friend of mine......is so selfish she doesn't want to have kids because she'd rather spend money on herself. no prizes guessing which fren.

2.

i am easily victimised. i nv knew i could be stopped so many times along orchard. i am so easily bullied.

3.

there is a look for nus's arts and social sciences. i happen to have that look.

4.

the shocked faces given when i clarified tell me that i look too dumb to be there.

5.

i cannot help but look at shoes. its not within my control.

there are many more things. but i just dun feel lk listing them. anyhow...i was stopped so many times. n i thought i managed to siam them successfully..only to find those ppl popping up frm the other side cos they realised i was changing my route. asses. and to think i was so smug that im smart. bleahs.

i was packing my wardrobe..then i found one t-shirt that was a gift. it was a present that izzy and apple drew for my birthday.

i love the shirt so much. it makes me smile!

i miss them so much.

i need to go back to mjc.

omgggg. i just watched a damn wrong show. some stupid taiwanese variety show just said that 48kg means that someone is very fat. and the person they were talking abt..was someone who is TALL.

WTF! n to think i wondered why ppl turn anorexic and bulimic!

what is so attractive about looking lk a skeleton?

48 kg! omgggggg. i cannot go to taiwan. i'll be damn overweight there.

i think she is damnnnn hot. nicole (something...its too long) from pcd. hooooot.

i hate it when everyone says "yay okay. lets do it!" then suddenly go "oh sorry. im not free."

i am not talking abt anyone in particular.

i am obviously guilty of it too.

i need new friends.

my dad is stupid. period.

You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut

A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image. On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex. You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time. Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.

What Donut Are You?

this is soooo apt.

so d day i decide to read the newspapers is the day i think the singapore rallies is stupid.

honestly, i don't think insulting someone's place is a very smart tactic to use. "aljunied will become a dismal place like hougang."

well, smart. i know eric low thinks he can save us and let us cease being dismal. and probably the rest of the PAP think that hougang cannot be saved anyhow. (well, this is wad i get frm george yeo's statement)

but im happy being dismal.

in fact, i think it's only cos hougang is dismal..that is y bukit timah looks so glam. cos we've no money since money is used by the state for something else. perhaps filling holes in the road.

and yes. dominant PAP is our key to success. kiss my ass.

dear kershyaaaa found icons that scream my name:

I MISS YOU, KERSHYA WONG.

COME HOME NOW.