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.