simpsons!

i just watched that show, and i think its absolutely hilarious. it's a riot, and i think ppl shld go watch it. and i love spider-pig. love love love.

bloody planes.

i'd think, with the advancement in technology and sg's wealth to be able to purchase the best defense equipment from US, that the fighter planes would be quieter.

you know, all the better to sneak into countries at night with, and gain an upperhand.

BUT NO!
IT HAS TO BE FUCKING LOUD AND ALTHOUGH IM DAMN SURE THEY DON'T TAKE 10 MINUTES TO FLY PAST MY HOUSE, THE NOISE THEY PRODUCE HAPPENS TO LAST LK..15 MINUTES.

wtf.

come on.
stop getting defected goods from US.

good news!

i think im starting to hate you.

on a side note, ocean law n policy in asia has a grand total of 6 students in class. WTF!

pui.

=(

wo. underpaid.

where the clouded senses hid behind a fog.

mockery.

the amount of effort i put in is one huge joke.
a complete, total joke.
only because i suspect that (and most prob happens to be true anyway) it meets minimal effort.

pui. fuck.

how is it possible to have 2 young adults, who are supposedly experienced in relationships, act lk pri 3 kids in their interaction with each other? you ignored me, so i shall ignore you.

what happened to the good old communication? what's up with all this spiteful action and childish behaviour? it is probably extremely difficulte and requires quite a bit of courage to be honest, but when you are in a relationship, shouldn't u be honest? shouldn't u at least attempt to trust the other party and think the best of him/her?

if you can't, just drop the relationship. and spare each other the pain you inflict upon each other in your quest for victory because of your pride and ego. the pain you end up inflicting upon yourself too.

go away.

i don't know what my silence says, but...you asshole.

quote.

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

what a nice quote. and i think it's true too.

courtesy of mabel leong who told me abt the quote.

beach?

want to go.
now.

this is a bad addiction.
pui.

dreams.

mabel said that when i dream, im not getting restful sleep.

well, yeah. i need a method that would prevent my brain from going into hyperactivity at the wrong time of the day (or, night).

but, dreaming's better than not slping anytime, eh.

daidee!

before i went over to brisbane, my skills in daidee fall into the category "lack of". i played before, but i just cant seem to rem the rules.

but it all changed when i went to brisbane.

i played daidee EVERYNIGHT.

even at the beach. hahahahahaha. and some random pancake place.

seeeee.. the beach. its actually really really really pretty. and damn damn cold, cos of the sea breeze. and yours truly wore pumps, and happened to be smart enuf to contemplate walking on the beach barefoot. AND actually proceeded to do so. only to realise that my feet were gg to drop off anytime soon. then, i wore my pumps and walked..and brought back the entire beach to mel's place.

ehh..thats me distributing daidee cards.

and we bought lil pin badges that are damn cute. (i bought a kenny one! HAHAHA! so cute. omg) all of us bought this random spade badge to pay tribute to daidee, the game that got us through boring moments in life. and we posed w it. and for the lone kershia who played and was nv w us, we bought one for her and saved a spot for her in our pic!

here goes:

pardon my lousy skills, kersh.

rachael yamagata

i can imagine her singing her songs with a soft smile of resignation.

her songs are really quite depressing.

woah.

im actually really really amazed at how people can blog such long posts. i really respect them. mainly because my short attention span makes it impossible. and the lack of literary ability and skills make it long posts almost non-existent.

i've half a mind to blame my secondary school years, where i spent most of my time in school copying (ie. summarising) someone else's work. maybe thats why i tend to summarise things in one line, or better yet, one word. (like, sigh.)

well, how random can my blog get right?
apparently, very random.

as elusive as it sounds, i think karma is finally catching up with me.

and i highly think karma is gg to destroy me. evil karma.

in all bimbo-ness and pink bubblegum pop-tic..

britney spears was damn hot lar.
and damn pretty.
shes seriously smoking hot.
goodness.

then she got married.
wth.

what if

i can't run away from you?

does that spell the end of me?

imagination.

where your mind races, and creates images and scenarios that you know, for sure, would never ever happen. where you know that for your own sake, you need to stop. but you can't.

when A happens, I would do B and then C would be the result.

its good to imagine. but not on overdose. not when you draw up pictures of bliss and contentment in your mind on a daily basis, on an hrly basis. not when you know that those pictures are too far from the real world.

i love to imagine things.
the only trouble is..i can't stop imagining now.

equation.

with the realisation that all is but a fairytale, comes the resignation that all is but unattainable.