Several ways to keep yourself occupied for 5hours:

1) Nudge your new indian friend like you can no longer nudge her tomorrow.
2) Watch your new indian friend disconnect and connect as you nudge her like you can no longer nudge her tomorrow.
3) Go IRC and slap everyone with a trout once.
4) Tell your best friend's ex girlfriend that you're bored to death.
5) Put the same song on replay for 5 hours.
6) Wait for your new indian friend to wake up from hibernation.
7) Get scolding from your new indian friend for nudging her so many times.
8) Talk to your best friend's ex girlfriend about her new fling.
9) Hate your new indian friend for going to bed at 3.17pm.
10) Make an entry about keeping yourself occupied for 5hours.

Nicole Scherzinger.
Finally, somebody on par with Sarah Shahi.

Some things that I spent on this month:

(In no particular order)

1) Sail C/Paper C33 - $0.65
2) Glitter Sticker Paint - $5.00
3) Glue UHU 40cc - $2.30
4) Vans Sneakers - $41.65
5) Art Paper - Maxine - $1.50
6) Glow in the dark Glue - $1.70
7) WHI Clay - $2.45
8) Acrylic Colour Gold/Red/Black - $0.85 ea
9) Lunch @ Sakae Sushi - $35.30
10) Cadbury Dairy Roll - $1.85
11) Skittles Sour - $1.25
12) Starbust Gum 65g - $2.40
13) Paper box - $6.90
14) TOPMAN Shades - $33.00
15) FleshImp Vintage Top - $35.00
16) ESPRIT Shirt - $49.90
17) Dinner @ DTF - $31.50
18) Snack before movie @ BillyB - $32.65
19) Esprit Tangerine - $3.90



They say, some things need to be broken before they can be fixed.
I say, some things once broken, can never be fixed.

I wish not guilt be the reason that tears us apart.
If you ever leave me, let the reason be that your heart no longer has room for me,
that I no longer bring a smile to your face,
that I no longer make your soul feel glad,
that I no longer give you the strength to stand,
that love is no longer what you have for me.

Even till then,
I know I will still love you unconditionally,
and I will still brave all odds for you.
You make it easier to suffer,
and your love is the only thing that makes me feel alive.

I will wait patiently for your return,
till the moment I breathe my last breath.

I don't know what I've been caught up with that made me lost track of time, lost sight of the person that I love so dearly. The growing distance is excruciating but nonetheless, I've no clues to what I should do or say to bridge the gap and feel your love once again. I've spent my hours trying to run away from the distance, hoping that it will somehow miraculously disappear. I've made myself so utterly tired that I'll fall asleep the second I climb into bed so I'll be left with no time to think of our nonchalance towards each other and be left with no time to cry or feel sorry.

I'm running low on excuses to assure myself that this is merely temporary, I've depleted the possible ones and now I'm hanging on pathetic others. I can only seek solace in late night outs and activities that will exhaust my energy. I go to bed pretending that everything's okay, I make believe that you're still around.

You no longer tell me what you love me too when I tell you I do. Replies are always short and bitter, I can never understand how they manage to hurt me so bad. You said that my love gives you too much pressure, and so I'm attempting to not love you so deep. But I fear that letting go of my grip might just cause me to lose you yet again. I'm at my wits end but I still carry the hope that things will become fine again.

Maybe love's not enough, but I'm already giving my all and best that I can offer. I still play your favorite song, and I still love you the same way I did, if not more.

I'm waiting for your call, I am.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over I would trade,
give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken

What do you do when you can no longer want what you want?
When the love is still there but things no longer feel the same?


you stay, because she makes you cry.

You left without fixing us,
now I don't know how to carry on.

A week has crawled by leaving me with 6 papers left. I'm not even half way through this ordeal yet stress has already managed to rip away a large portion of my sanity and health.

I'm battling flu and the tight exams schedules at the same time and they are all starting to take a painful toil on me. Hours have been spent with futile attempts to get information into my head. Packets and packets of tissue paper armed as ammunition to deal with my flu. My desk is officially a tissue graveyard.

I'm blessed with the luxury of time today to get a couple of things back on track and to deal with issues that I haven't had the time to deal with. But after today, it's back to the books and getting this over and done with.

Apologies have been given for feelings neglected. I hope my inability to be there for you now doesn't make me any less eligible for your love.

You used to laugh out loud, but you can't remember when.

A levels is kicking start with General Paper tomorrow and ending 15 days later with Chemistry Paper 1 (MCQ). I know I should not be thinking of ways to spend my disgustingly-long holidays when my examination has not even started yet, but the images of freedom, late nights out, dimsum (HUIWEN YOU BETTER GO. 70 BUCKS OKAY), KTV, chalets and spending time with the significant other is making me grin from ear to ear.

Unfortunately, lazy ass and I didn't make it to the dentist's due to misunderstandings (her claim) and laziness (my claim). But I've (actually it's mom) already called to book an appointment and the earliest date is more than 2 weeks (which is less than 3 weeks) away. And that means I've to tolerate the pain and abstain from my favourite dishes and snacks till a month later. Darn it.

Gf has been extremely generous with her love lately and the little little things she does and say, are actually the things that brighten up my day. Needless to say, I'm the happiest girl around, basking in her showers of love.

myfavouritewoman. (:

Been down with a bad wisdom-tooth-induced gum ache since 3 weeks ago and it has only gotten worse these past few days. Initially I could still chew with the left side of my mouth, but since I over-used it to the extent that a menacing ulcer has emerged, I now resort to drinking congee or swallowing half-chewed food. Eating became such a chore, even for a glutton like me. So in order to cease the torture, I'm heading over to the dentist's tomorrow with Korkor, who needs to get her 4 years-bleeding gums a check (like FINALLY). For now, I'll just have to tolerate the constant throbbing pain. And if you want to know, I'm giving dinner a miss.

I don't know how long it has been since we last typed backwards to each other, but your text did give me a pleasant surprise. You just don't stop amazing me do you? Lets hope tomorrow turns out well, because I know it's killing the both of us, not being able to see each other.
And yes, I do miss you.

So don't you ever for a second get to thinking, that you're replaceable.

With these darlings, there will never be a day where I run out of things to mock blog about.


Kay: WAH LAO WHY GO MOMO?!

Xue: MOMO THE TOILET NICE CAN. CHICKENNNN.

Raine: LOL club in the toilet kind right.

Kay: HELLO? YOU GO THERE CLUB OR USE TOILET?!

Raine: COS OUR DEAR JAVEN SAID THERE IS NO ENTRANCE FEE BEFORE 11.

Kay: oooh, got free flow?

Raine: 1 on 1

Kay: 1 on 1?!?!?!

Kay: 1 FOR 1 lah LOLLLLLLLLLL.

Xue: Don't disurb her lah.

Kay: 1 on 1, YOU THINK HAVING SEX WHAT! LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Raine: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Kay: FUNNY UNTILLLLLLLLLL. MUST BLOG KIND.

Raine: BLOG UR LAN LAH.

Sometimes I wish she was you.

It was just another one of those times when you settle down and really ponder about what life has done to/for you. You look back, mentally running through all the memories and along the way, recognising the things that you've done right and wrong.

"Dammit, I should have done that instead."

"Shucks, I screwed that up."

They always say, learn from mistakes and never commit the same wrong twice. I guess my obstinacy got the better of me most of the times.

No matter how much I dread the situation I'm currently in, there's really nothing much that I can do about it. Love is blinding they say, and I couldn't agree more. Even if you're a mistake, let this be the only one that i wouldn't mind.


said my love is the greatest gift ever.

I need an outlet for my emotions now before I really do flood my entire room with tears, and so here I am now to blog an entry for you, this special someone whom I have never learnt to cherish till it's too late for me to. I don't wanna crack my head for chim words, I want this to be as clear and as simple as it can be for you.


My tears are falling as I type this entry because I've just read through your archives and realised things that I never did. Your love for me was crystal clear, yet I was too blind to see. I cried, because in my mind, I never knew you loved me this much and I never knew I was such a huge part of your life. All along, I thought I loved you more, I thought you meant more to me than myself to you. I've always thought that my love was magnanimous, generous and selfless, but I'm wrong.


Loving you had once made me a bitter person filled with so much hatred. I said things to hurt you, whether knowingly or unknowningly, it's unforgivable of me. I've been a jerk with the capital J and I've did things to you that even I myself can't forgive. I know sorries are never enough to aton for my mistakes, and even if you did do me wrong, it's only retribution on my part.


I hope it is not too late for me yet to start loving you all over again. There's so much that I wanna give, so much that I wanna offer. I owe you too much from the start to be short-changing you now. I want to love you, to let you have the best that you can have, to create new memories with you, to share your joy and sorrows. I hate seeing you giving up on yourself, and taking things the way they are, even though they shouldn't be. I've seen you in your worst states, but I've held you through it all. You know that I do love you for who you are, flaws or not, you know I will love you all the same.


There are beautiful things in life that I want you to fight for because you deserve nothing less than the best. I want to see the confidence that I once saw in you, the undeniable shine that attracted me to you in the very first place. I've loved you all along, I always did and I always will. There are times when I've doubts about you coming through for me, but just a touch from you chases those doubts away. Don't ever underestimate your significance in my life, you do mean the world to me and I will learn to become someone more worthy of your love.


This is for you, someone who insisted on giving her love to me despite my flaws and shortcomings.


I love you.

I suppose it's time to do some justification to the existence of this blog, other than being a venue for "= win isit!" tags for my crew. (now, blog = win.)


Something triggered me to click the link to the first blog I ever owned. Took some time to read through all the entries and the template, had a few laughs and a few realizations as well. My entries felt shallow and nonsensical apart from those few that I dedicated to you and it's apparent to me how significant you were at that stage of my life.


I guess it's just a phase that one has to go through, dealing with tiny tragedies and comedies, before they eventually shed their juvenile skin and morph into something more beautiful, more appreciative and more understanding.


We've all been through such, the aLtErNaTe cApS-ing, the i miz ma baby sho march, the wish list with striked out desires, the IRC nicks (|kAysOn| was mine), the copyrights and disclaimers (if you don't like my entries please click the X at the top right corner) and having back-stabbers and liars in our "Hates" list. I've been through that stage, and I've walked out of it (THANK GOD).


I've grown since then, to become someone deeper, wiser and more fluent. The last entry was a good 3 years ago and now, things have changed and altered, some still recognizable but some no longer. I've always been awed and amazed by the change you have brought about in me and the impact you have on me as a person. How you molded my life and taught me lessons is truly appreciated. You've made a difference and brilliantly coloured pages of my history.


When we were younger, you were mine and I was yours. We shared a love, a bond that was undeniable whether to the eyes of others or ours. We danced under the moonlight, with your body fitted perfectly into mine. You made dancing something more, more spiritual, like the exchange of emotions without the usage of words. I never doubted this love, never doubted the ability of you talking to me through your eyes.


It's astounding how simple words are able to express the most profound of emotions, how a young mind is able to decipher feelings and put them into words comprehensible by another. I know words are all I've now. I'm not doubting their ability but mine to piece them together to bring across a message to you. I love you, and whether our paths will cross again, I will leave that to the hands of the Lord because he knows better than I do.


Yes, you will always be my precious, bb.

Marriage is not a ritual or an end.
It is a long, intricate,
intimate dance together
and nothing matters more
than your own sense of balance
and your choice of partner.


Amy Bloom

In my opinion, this is wayyyyyy funnier than thinking Bukit Batok is near Bedok.


Xue says:
she stay
Xue says:
at clementi right
K says:
cck
K says:
CHUA CHU KANG
xue says:
wheres
xue says:
CCk
loraine says:
-.-
K says:
OMG?
K says:
AT KUALA LUMPUR
Xue says:
.
Xue says:
oh no wonder
Xue says:
nv been there before
K says:
loraine, is she serious or what?!
Loraine says:
LOLLLL
Loraine says:
no comments
Xue says:
then she stay there
Xue says:
kl ?
Xue says:
how she go work
K says:
.................................
Xue says:
then that time she fetch us frm ktv
Xue says:
she went back kl?

Is allowing your friends walk all over you a sign of weakness? Many would agree without much hesitation. However, a deeper insight of this "weakness" will reveal otherwise.





Lets break it down and take a look at the recipe for friends to be exploiting you.
You'll need:
i) incredible amount of patience
ii) astounding capacity of generosity
iii) dumbfounding volume of magnanimousness


Needless to say, each of these requisites are virtues that one can only wish for unless bestowed upon by the Lord(s) above. So since it is a gift from the Almighty(s), how can we name it a weakness? It takes a lot of one to hate, but it takes even more of one to forgive. We have all been consumed by the guts of hatred, tortured by the acids of vengeance until our wrongs are righted. We've all longed to taste the bitter-sweetness of revenge when we think that we've been let down. But how many times have we really forgiven, or to even forget? Very seldom I'd say.


Many of us, including yours truly(sometimes only), are too shrewd to be taken advantage of in such a manner. The dearth of such virtues within have caused us to view them as weaknesses and flaws. Not everyone is made to excel, people are born with imperfections so there are always things to learn for everyone. Just because one is kind-hearted enough to be exploited doesn't make him/her any less of a person or any less beautiful. And they are wonderful people because they have the capacity to forgive and forget, to live and let live. Even in TV dramas, those who have the capacity to forgive, are characters whom we look up too and support. It is precisely because we lack of such magnanimousness that we admire people who do.


Kudos to those who have been silently "servicing" their friends. They are people of incredible mental strength and they are jewels amongst us that are waiting to be uncovered.


I found one, and no doubt I will polish her till she shines through all the ugly debris that others have been piling onto her over these years. There is still a long way before she learns how to shine on her own and appreciate the glow that she is radiating despite the dirt. But we are well on the way, though not there yet, but closer everyday.


You were right when you thought that we will be different.

Pardon me for my bluntness, but I think only intellectually-challenged individuals would be asking me nonsensical questions about my entries. Let me get this straight, I'm not a systematic blogger just in case you were too blind or too nitwitted to comprehend or realize. Even though my command of english is only peanuts as compared to some of my fellow counterparts out there, I believe you need a certain level of astuteness to catch my drift. I do sympathize with your lack of intellectual acuity but it's only too bad for you.


So the bottom line is: If you're stupid, don't read my blog.

Project MCFML.


We live by restrictions and conform to rules and regulations in order to survive in this realistic and pragmatic society. Yes, we have became a part of something, but have we sacrificed some of our idiosyncrasies in the process? To some, they are mere guild lines which one has the volition to decide to observe or to not. Whereas to others, they are plumb lines that would determine their entire being and existance. I was never a believer of conformity, and I don't think I will ever be. And if my beliefs were to falter one day, it will only be for convenience's sake.


Wear my ring, bear my surname.

A tribute to detailed (very) bloggers.


today i climb 23 steps exactly before i reached my work place. but at the 12th step i took a double step because i really felt like it. so i skipped step 13th and onto step 14th. then at the 20th step just before i reached the last 3 steps, i drop my 1 cent coin and it fell until the 4th step. so i jump from step 20 to step 14 to step 9 then to step 2 to take my 1cent coin. by the time i reach my work place i'm already varlie varlie tired because i step here step there then just before i step into my desk, i see a piece of paper drop from the photocopy machine then i had to walk 8 steps to pick it up because it is my duty in the office, hello, i am the pantry woman and i clear all the office people's dustbin and wipe their tables and chairs and mugs and pencil holders, and keyboard and mouse and cpu and monitors and pens and files. then when i finally pick up the piece of stupid paper that dropped from the 4th copymachine from the door of the photocopying room, my partner aka pantry woman number 2 came in and ask me to make coffee for the guy sitting 34seats away from the manager's room. so i made coffee for him lor. i put 3.2434 scoops of coffee powder and 2.23453grams of sweeterner. i hope he likes it that way because that is how i make coffee for my ah ma on every sunday of the 3rd week of the month exactly on 1535 hours. then after i make coffee for the guy sitting 34 seats away from the manager's office, i went to clear the dustbins of joanne, michael, sally, lily, barley, chryssenthemum, may, june, april, november and january. so when i walk walk back to my office (pantry), i saw my another partner aka pantry woman number 3 then she tell me that the woman with 2 eyes and a mouth working on the 74th storey of the office have 2 eyes and a mouth. i was so shock to hear what she say to me about the woman having 2 eyes and a mouth. i think she should go to Carlsberg or isit Heineken or isit Guiness world book of records to let people know that she has 2 eyes and a mouth. my working day today is so boring because nothing happened and i've nothing to blog about to tell all my readers about my work day in my office. i'm sad and i think i am fat so i'm going to put 1.4523 grams less sweeterner the next time i make coffee for myself. i am going to bathe liao. byebye peeepzzz.


The above spelling and grammatical errors are intended for better reading pleasure.

the words you say, take me away.

Life's too hectic, too intense. Pressure's too overwhelming, too underrated. Too many things in life we've over-looked in our prehensile ascend of the corporate ladder. I'm so very grateful that life didn't impair me visually and/or emotionally from the beauty that shines ever so brightly beneath your skin. I thank the Lord(s) above every night that I'm blessed with this ability to see what others not see in you. There are times when words are of mere redundancy, we should live for the moment and enjoy the best that life has to offer.


So lets just fuck and get fucked, appreciate and be appreciated.


In case you're having undesirable thoughts about doing the above mentioned with my love, it is with deep regret to inform you that she is patented under my name and she will not fuck anyone else except of course, yours truly.

I think eating corn is the most de-stressing and healthiest activity. No wonder I do that whenever stress catches up on me. I'm going to need a lot of corn because I'm going into my last lap of race towards my major exams and I hereby apologise in advance for any negligence on my part towards all my friends and family, especially my HLF and youknowwho.


Love ain't like studies, I can't study for you and know that I will do well in our relationship. I've made so many careless mistakes along the way and I'm losing marks unknowningly. Time is not on my side, and it's almost time for me to hand in my scripts soon. There're certain questions that I didn't complete because I've no idea how to. And I know revising after the paper is totally stupid. So what I chose to do was to concentrate on answering questions that I know, and making sure that I get full points for them. I think I did, and I really hope that it is sufficient for me to score well.


Money can't buy you the happiness I can give.

Millennia Year 3 Graduation Appreciation Tea @ The Legends Fort Canning.

Have you ever wondered what can two people with no mouth, no ears, no nose, no boobs, no legs do?

As I was walking past the dining table to my room, I happened to catch my brother studying for his Chinese spelling that he is having later on in school. I took a glance at the words that he is being tested on, and I saw this phrase in Chinese : Xiao Mie Di Ren (destroy the enemy). I'm not sure about you, but I definitely spotted the contradiction and irony. Here we are, preaching about the importance of racial harmony, peace and whatnot to our younger generations and there my brother has in his spelling list, "destroy the enemy"? It starts to make sense now why we are progressing into a more violent society because the education system has taught us since young to eliminate any resistance that we are going to face in the future. Why not "spare the enemy" or "make peace with the enemy"? Why not "love my neighbours" or "be nice to animals"? Then again, if I were to undertake the task of coming up with spelling words for adolescents, either we see a significant boom in the Gay population in the next 5 years or the Tourism Board will see a sharp rise at the number of visits due to the flooding of homosexuals to Singapore for homosexual marriages. Pardon my biasness, for I'm gay, and proud to be.


On a happier note, I passed my General Paper with the 3rd highest score in class. So you can conclude that either my command of English has improved, or that the standard of English of my class simply stinks.

About Lies, Lies and more Lies.

Doesn't it occur to people that if they were to spin a lie, sooner or later, it is going to knock on their doors and haunt them? Yes, I am a believer of Karma, and surely what goes around, comes around. It's just a matter of time isn't it? I can't weigh which is worse, 1) confessing to the lies and muster your courage to deal with the dire consequences or 2) have your lies exposed right before you and sacrifice your friendship/relationship. Definitely, 2 is not an option for me. Those who have been there and done that would tell you straight that coming clean is the best policy in such situations. But well, this is just my two cents worth.

What is best of one to do when one's faith and beliefs are put to the test? Just how far can the element of doubt cause you to deviate from what you have been holding close to your heart? How much can one sacrifice for the sake of unrequited love before one actually realizes that enough is never enough? How much do I have to love before you reciprocate? And how much pain must I take before I realize that you are nothing but just a mirage of my constant yearning?

I don't know, you tell me.


I cushion your pain, but what about mine?

If you're someone who can't keep his/her mouth shut, shame on you.



It's prelims week and I'm somewhat happy to be studying for it. Sat for a total of 5 and a half hours of paper today, but miraculously, I had fun with them. Bs might not be within my capabilty for now, but it's a promise that I will try.


I dare you to want me. (neh ni neh ni boo boo!)

Lobsters, butterflies, panadols and me.

I'm pretty much a wreck now because I haven't had the chance to sleep for the entire day, except from dozing off a couple of times during the journey home. However, Korkor decided to be sweet and OEI! me, so in the end I couldn't sleep. PLOSER! (spelling error intended). The day has been rather packed and tiring, and I (p)swear I'm typing this as lethargically as you can imagine. This will be the first and last time that I pack late nights out, studying and having lunch with her together. Nevertheless, it was all worthwhile (:

I saved a new word in my phone's dictionary. Hurhur.


She said it's okay to be vulnerable.

If you ask me, I think you are a pretty useless girlfriend (:

Deviant behaviours, infatuations and putting friendships to the test.


Things have gotten pretty much complicated lately, perplexed by many conflicting situations or statements. No doubt I'm warmed by the newfound friendships (and relationships), I'm perturbed by the complications as well. The ability to behave appropriately as the situation requires of you, would be the key to survival. It definitely baffles me when some people are incapable to live up to such minor expectations and choose to behave like the entire universe is going against them when the fact is that they are the ones swimming against the tide. Catch my drift?


Should I be joyous that my buddy has finally found a new motivation in existence or be dismayed by the risk of the demise of a friendship that has ridden through countless storms and tides? Why is having the best of both worlds not an option in this case? I guess time will attest.


What's holding me back? My last credit card bill.

I never knew I had the "liaozz, lolxx, worzz" face until just yesterday that this cruel fact was made known to me. Well, I would say that it is really disappointing and heart wrenching as I've spent nearly 3 years of my youth countering such practises amongst my beloved and even accquaintances. I want to go for plastic surgery ): NOW!

I haven't had any food for my digestive juices to work on for 18 hours already and now they are rioting against my gut walls. Diet plans hurray !

KTV was unbelievable with Huiwen, Kel, Cheryl, Korkor, SH, Loraine and her imaginery friend. The usual suspects and a few new ones. We paid money to hear Korkor sing and forcing Sally (the imaginery friend) to tell the waitress at the KTV that she's gorgeous. Everyone went home with something special (especially Korkor). I'm pretty sure all of us can't wait for the next outting (:

Sotongs are the latest vogue. Buy yours at the nearest wet market near you. NOW!

Get in touch with your Alter Ego.

Let it rot, let it rot, let it rot.

It's all part of nature's cycle anyway.

And she goes on telling me her story..

J folds her arms on her chest and waits patiently for her turn as the woman in front struggles to figure out how to operate the ATM. Her friends are on her left, busy chattering about the recent tabloids and gossips, totally disregarding her presence. She taps her feet and releases a deep breath as she tries to divert her attention from the woman in front who's desperately punching the ATM buttons. It is a Tuesday and the mall is pretty much empty, and then she sees her... Dressed in a slightly soiled apron, her features accentuated by the gentle make-up that she wears and her natural and untreated hair ironically makes her even more outstanding. J tries to remove her stare, her head turns but the girl's image remains within sight. And there she is, behind that ice-cream counter, digging(scooping) ice-cream diligently. It will take any force on the earth to remove J's eyes from the heaven-sent, but when the girl finally looks up from the ice-cream box, J discovers that her sight immediately returns to the woman in front who just happens to finish torturing the ATM. J takes a step forward, resting her arms on the ATM panel and takes a few deep breaths trying to calm her nerves from the emotional stimulation she just received. She punches the numbers on the keypad, but her mind was obviously behind the ice-cream box. "TEHHHHH, your password is incorrect. You have 2 more tries." J jolts back to reality and for once in the past 10 minutes, she focuses on the withdrawing of cash. It isn't for long before she decides to take another peep while waiting for the cash to dispense. Short peep I'd say, because they both find themselves in a amazing 2 seconds eye lock before both reluctantly pull their sight away as shyness overtakes the urge to admire. Finally J completes her task and her friends rush her along for the movie. She isn't willing to leave just yet, not without the last glance she thought to herself. And for the last time, J turns to look at the ice-cream girl and smiled this time round, before turning back and praising herself for leaving a beautiful ending that may mean a promising beginning.

So, free for ice cream tomorrow?

I find myself just filling my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doing fine and I'm plannin' to keep it that way
You can call me if you find that you have something to say

You're the one mistake I really didn't mind.

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch.
I can't stay on your morphine, cause it's making me itch.
I said I tried to call the nurse(Korkor) again, but she's being a little bitch.
I think I'll get out of here.

HAHA.




I'm just lazy to upload pictures from my MMC, will do it soon though. The Carnival was great. Had so much fun with chocolates and marshmellows but I had more fun scaring the bonkers out of Michelle in the 3 haunted houses we went and finally ending up with a sore throat myself. Oh yes, it's definitely worth the pain. Should have recorded her hysterical movements. Classic.



That bitter taste of perfume on your skin.

I went to the place where we first met. Things aren't the same anymore. People changed, but the environment remained what it was like 3 years ago.


I talked about what it was like before we got together, before I knew you could even mean this much to me. I was aloof, and looking back at those times, I was so much happier as a person.


To learn to prioritise things in my life, this is what I've learn today. I've also learnt that you shouldn't chat over the phone till too late in the night because you will go to school really restless the next day just to fall asleep during lecture and giving your lecturer a good chance to whack you on your head with a random person's pencil case. (I think he had gold bars hidden inside because my head hurts now.)


Whatever I do, is for the best now.


And all I've left of you, is just myself.

been too strong for too long.
i'll be waiting up until you come home.

LALALALALALALALALA.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


crazy.

Life has so much more than just being with the one you love, H says. And she included that fact that I'm actually nothing but a spare. Harsh like Harn, but these are all cold hard facts I'll have to come face to face with eventually. Harn, I wish you were here to knock some sense into me. H, shove me with all your i-feel-so-happy-with-my-life theories. Mf, I'm sorry. But thanks for being here. Will learn to not be a sucker whenever it comes to her. Will learn to pick up the pieces. Will learn to let go. Will learn to move on.




And that's all I've left about you.

Bid me your last goodbye.

Euphe say, "don't fight against fate."

I say, "let death take the pain."



Love me before I wither away.

Actually, I'm hurting inside.

Happy birthday to myself.

Grey Western Lawn.
YES THIS IS THE ONE THAT I WANT!

Sports Meet was fun.

Seeing Per was fun.

Winning Discus was fun.

Meeting S was fun.

Eating LJS with her was fun.

Talking to R and friend was fun.

Going up and down Far East twice was fun.

Mocking people was fun.

Taking bus home was fun.

Sitting under the pavillion with her was fun.

What happened after that wasn't fun.

Walking her home was fun.

Taking a cab home without realising that Korkor can actually send me home WASN'T FUN AT ALL LAH.

But all in all, today was fun.

Apart from you, a crumpler and/or something new to wear will also make it a good birthday (:

I guess the logic is pretty simple. I'll be okay as long as you keep your feet off my tail. I don't like it when people lay on my nerves ever so comfortably unless you think you're special like Stacey which I think is totally self-delusional.



On a less angsty but more depressing note, I think things are deteriorating. You've problems that I can't solve and maybe even feelings that I can't comprehend. But I love you, nonetheless. You better exploit my care and concern. Like what I've said, I can do more than just catching airborne M&Ms and teaching people how to use pregnancy kits. (:



OH DID I BLOG THAT I (Stiff) SAW TI LIK?

Actually I wanna see my Pilot Shaker ambassador more ):



The next time we shall have dinner at Lao Er, Stacey's new diner. I wonder when is Lao San opening.

I'll be there when the world stops turning, I'll be there when the storm is through. In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

ZHEN CONG MINGGG.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.


~Alexandre Dumas (1802-1870)

never.

I hope I'm tough enough to accept that 1/50 of you.

FAIL.

Friendster stinks because I can't send Korkor her ugly photos so I shall just post them here and let people laugh at her. HAHA. And I shall digress a little bit.



She was in this pose for a good 15secs so that Stacey could snap her.



SHE KNEW THAT WE WERE TAKING PHOTOS OF HER LOR.



Actually the focus should be on the ice cream instead.



And I wasn't paying attention.



Okay now I am (:

Thank you both my wonderful honeykins for accompanying me to get my crash from Aldo. Seriously Kor, can't you just spell it right for once. TSK!

A conversation with korkor.
Names changed to ensure our safety. (LOL)



J- says:
everyone can be damn unique


#15; says:
so why you say ### is fickle minded.


J- says:
huh


#15; says:
she's being honest.


J- says:
i m saying *** LOR


#15; says:
she admitted to me that she still loves @@@.


J- says:
i nv said tt ### is shan bian?


#15; says:
it hurts, but i appreciate her honesty


#15; says:
IS YOU SAY ONE LOR


#15; says:
WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ###.


J- says:
i said ***


J- says:
izit


#15; says:
ma de.


J- says:
i was toking bout ***


#15; says:
......................


#15; says:
now then we realise


J- says:
haaa


#15; says:
i paste then you say she SHAN BIAN


J- says:
haaaaa


#15; says:
SEEE


J- says:
luff die


J- says:
my bad la!


#15; says:
MEANS YOU WERE SAYING ***?


J- says:
ya


#15; says:
gosh i feel like an idiot.


#15; says:
we are both idiots.

Time to not be discreet! (YAY!)


Errrr...

Ehhh...

Urmmms...

Hmmm...


I don't know how? I think I'm more used to blogging discreetly since that was what I've been doing all along.


I love my gorgeous S.
Shhhh, don't tell nobody. (wah so discreet, I wonder if anyone will understand.)



Strut it, do your thang.

I don't think my worries are just my over-sensitivity.

maybe it is.

You should never exceed your talk time by 800 minutes because your dad is going to make you babysit at some doctor's place which is really gorgeous and amazing but also friggin' hard to find the psychotic killer who's calling you every now and then and wants your blood all over him. Did i just summarise the movie When a Stranger Calls? HAHA. No storyline. The plot doesn't link. BUT I WAS SCARED (and the lead actress is pretty)(and the maid wasn't). We shall catch something else more comical the next time round alright R, J, S? (sorry I just HAD to blog korkor's style. HAHA.)

And why did 2 out of 4 have the strength to blog even after a long day and getting home at 3am? IDIOTS. I distinctly remembered that I fell asleep like a youknowwhat the very moment I hung the call with her. EEEYER. You both don't so scandalous leh. HAHAHA. R is going to slap me :D Oh yes, I'm still waiting for you to ask me about J's code. HEEHEE.

And it just keeps getting better.

No more names for me to mock. HAHA. But I found out something scandalous about Agent J and youknowwho. Apparently you mean something to her. Well, at least that's what I concluded from her actions towards you. THIS IS SO INTERESTING. KEEP ME UPDATED KOR.


Yesterday was about going home on time like how we've planned, feeling really mixed up as I slowly made my way to the bus stop, you finding and crying over my letters, myself crying over them too as you read them to me over the phone, doing what I've to do and saying what I've to say.


Today is about waking up with a smile on my face, taking really long to text you, changing sEAts in class, surviving the longest day of the week, planning the date with you tomorrow and waiting for your call/text.


Tomorrow is going to be about doing my best to make you proud at the Discus and Shot Put Finals, meeting you early before you leave for work, waiting for you to finish work, drawing silly pictures as I wait for you to come down, taking the ride home on the bus with you with our fingers interlocked and spending time at our favorite secret hideout (where the cleaners are too lazy to clean).


I'm having a sudden craving for fish fillet.


Fan me and I'll taste you.

I'm just 20 steps away.

I'll be your dy/dx when x=0. (I'll see how you work this out.)


I wanted to blog about how breathtaking you were, but the dearth of words made me realize that the overwhelming emotion we both shared that night is simply indescribable. That very moment when you looked into my eyes (you saw yourself looking like a insane woman), you've proven to me that every single step I've taken to be right where I was then is justified. It is as though I've been made for that moment, and hell, I never wanna lose that feeling.


Now I believe Taufik Batisah. -nods convincingly


I think that parents should give their children pleasant names so in case when they grow up and they want to run for the government or parliament positions, they won't be mocked at by always-on-the-mock-mode people like yours truly. I seriously doubt his parents' sanity when they gave him a name that could make him an ambassador for Pilot Shakers. I used to think that those emcees whose hands shake like f**k are the best candidates for that position, now I've second thoughts after seeing the election posters for a particular party. Okay, we shall not mention which; I don't fancy a bad record. I won't be able to have scandalous affairs with my love if I'm locked up for mocking MP runners. BUT IT'S FUNNY. ZHUO MOR!


And no, you shouldn't leap into the pool if you are not very lean. You and I both know what are the effects. Certainly you won't be this malevolent to deprive a child of a chance to swim. Lets give the distorted Nokia ring tone a miss, else I'll start convulsing in laughter again.


Oooh, hot stuff!


You know, I seriously think that no one knows what I'm blogging about? Heh, well, as long as she knows (:



My pressure on your hips,
sink in my finger tips.
Into every inch of you,
cos I know that's what you want me to do.

Pretty: [adj] pleasing by delicacy or grace


Beautiful: [adj] aesthetically pleasing


Gorgeous: [adj] dazzlingly beautiful




you're easily more than any of the above.

Tryna catch me in my underwear!

Hello Gorgeous (:

Friday was rather uneventful other than attending the postponed Sports Heats. I lost the Javelin event but I made a few friends. So I guess it was a rather good trade? Heh. Euphe was sweet to walk me to the bus stop, so instead of just giving her verbal recognition, I think I should post some of her photos to let people admire her sheer beauty.





Geek on woman!

It was raining elephants and monkeys hence sports heats were cancelled. Well, Euphe was bored.







And a lousy attempt to capture ugly Devana.






Something extra here. Series of Michelle convulsing in laughter on the bus. The poor degree of sharpness will tell you how hard she was actually laughing (or maybe my phone cam just isn't good enough).