HOLS ARE HERE!

yay its da HOLIDAYYSSS. ok so it's just one week though. bummer that. anyway, watched DRILLBIT TAYLOR today and damn its nice. well sorta :D so yeahhhh. we're so watching that the next time we have a movie thingy somewhere.

and city hall mrt was so crowded today. i think that was the first time i heard such an announcement on the PA system.

"if you are not taking a train, please leave the station."

heh.

happy teachers' day!

yep yep, teachers' day today. we had a vague lack of food for the class party in the morning, but the tiramisu was really nice :D and since it was only about an hour long, the food sufficed.

and twister looks really wrong. especially when played in short fbts.

then after the party we went to the hall for a performance, which was more or less o...k... the awards thing was cool, though mr chia makes a weird host. like most of the time i couldn't discern what he was saying. but he can be funny, once in awhile, so i guess its fine. oh and miss teo rocked. like when she went up to get her prize for most stylish, she sort of did the twirl around someone seductively thing. heh heh.

oh and the parents support group fashion show was... interesting. like basically they used recycled materials to make outfits, and i can't imagine how long they spent making them. but the recycled stuff were sewed onto actual clothes right? so unless you plan on wearing that outfit out, the original clothes are sort of wasted no? but still, it was cool and the male outfits were funny. i particularly liked the clown one :D

after the celebrations we went back to tao nan, saw some teachers and then had lunch there. and like omgosh, the food is so cheap compared to nanyang's (way) overpriced food. like a plate of chicken rice was what 1 dollar? *gasp*

and then after that watched movies at my house. i sort of promised my mum that the number of people who came would stay in the single digits but it sort of didnt work out. i hope my mum doesn't kill me later :X

so we watched the superhero movie, which is a really funny spoof. after that watched a bit of kungfu panda but then they protested against it so changed to spiderwick (chronicles?) and then changed again to legally blonde 2, which we finally watched to the end, more or less. man you people are really choosy when it comes to movies. oh and after that we watched a bit of this romantic comedy but it was rated R (o.O) for good reasons. i emphasize we only watched a bit :D

oh and i love my strawberry yogurt :D

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oh my cheeeeeeese

went to ying's house to make tiramisu today :D

i wanna eat it

I LOVE FANFICTION

oh i really do. FANFICTION ROCKS. it's the thing that i wake up for every morning (excluding food) and i must really love it to roll out of bed every morning at the unearthly hour of 5.30am! I LOVE FANFICTION :D

and if you're wondering what triggered this bout of insanity, it's cause this WONDERFUL (like the seriously wonderful) author UPDATED the FANFIC.

YAYYY! *dramatic music plays* *fireworks light up the sky* *people cheer*

hahas. i love this fanfic! WHEEEE~! causeeeeee its DM/HP SLASH AND SEVERITUS! all my favs in one fanfic. *swoons* the last time i found one like that was like... a series of 7 fics, totalling up to a nice long FOUR MILLION WORDS YO! :D

aye. i worship people who write good fanfic.

there are 3 kinds of people in this world.
those who are weak and those who are strong.
then, there are those who must learn to be strong.

OH THUMB

like ow ow ow. i just like clamped my left thumb just now. and it hurts. man to think they used to clamp all your fingers as torture in ancient china. like ouch. and pulling you finger nails off :X

anw, the BIMBO PROJECT is on! hahas. IOW, i shall now strive to turn bimb for the pure fun of it. mwahahaha. ouch. its weird not being able to type with my thumb. i keep missing the spaces. youknowlikethis.

zzz. and school today was like... blah. everyday is so blah. and oh dear dear dear. IS THE GUASHA ESSAY DUE? :X

oh but assembly was scary. it was about skin conditions that teens can get, which was really uh... enlightening. i mean, like fungus infections. and warts. AHHH~! i swear i will like uhhh. hmms what can i do? :X

the nerves in my thumb are all still wonky. i cant imagine not having a thumb o.O for one, juggling wud be like almost impossible, not that i can do it now, thumbs intact and all. gahh so much homework. and FENGSHUI.

oh about the acne thing, did you know fengshui(i think) has stuff about acne too! like its basically for relationships (heh heh heh) if you have acne at like your inner brow ends, it means you two would get into fights for no reason and both will have really bad tempers. tsk tsk.

if the acne's right between the brows, then both will have short tempers and you would try to pick on your other half's mistake as often as you can.

if it's on the nose bridge, then basically you guys would fight all day.

if it's on the nose bone, then you two will get sick together. like one will fall sick and then pass it to the other but thankfully it's nothing too serious.

if it's on the inner eye corner, then oooo there might be a love triangleeeee.

for the outer eye corner it's fights also which will basically put your physical and mental health at stake.

if it's upper lip... well it's rather bad. well to certain people it would be but yeah, this is a sign of a bad sex life :X

oh but of course, this only applies for certain ages :D like the right between your eyebrows one is 28, other eyebrow stuff are for those 31 -34, the eyes 35 -40, nose 41 -44 and oops. the upper lip one is at any age. heh heh. so, the moral of the story is... WASH YOUR FACE. (i should so practise what i preach)

boo. what a long and boring post. but i figured posting stuff about the top 4 breast shapes in fengshui wudnt be very appropriate. but for the record, this book on fengshui says the best is bowl shape (slightly sagging but symmetrical round breasts), followed by a A-cup, C-cup or above and finally, B-cup. oh and flat boobs or those pointing sideways are bad news, like you'll have bad marriage luck :X

SP is the LOVE

your love is just a lie
you're nothing but a lie.

busy weekend

GAHHH. i haven't started on any homework this weekend. i am like.. so. dead. anw, this is gonna be a long post since i still don't wanna do my homework. so saturday was lit sem, which was... ok. at first. like the poetry slam was quite fun, and the emo poem rocked :D

if i were an emo, i would have an emo fringe. i would flick my emo fringe, and flick my happiness away.

or something like that... but poetry slam was fun. (and ying got hooked onto saying "when i say poetry you say slam! poetry! ..." and this is not one of those cases where if you can't beat 'em, join 'em)

so yeps, lit seminar started out fine... until it got to the concurrent session. like cause we were crashers as we registered like last minute, we didn't have a concurrent session to go to so the guy randomly dumped us into random session. evillll guy. so me, ying, addie and hui yi got dumped in this asian theatre critique writing thing, which i didn't really enjoy. no offence whatsoever, but that's just not my thing. i don't think i've ever even read a theatre critique before. like what?

and today... i parted the red sea :D ok so more like me yunxin and amanda. we were like, this barricade of white which everyone(well most) avoided. heh. man, singaporeans must really detest donation tins. hahs. so spent four hours today doing flag day at toa payoh (oh all the food!) and i am a pro apple seller :D so if i fail my way out of nanyang, i can start selling apples to nice parents with cute kids for 2 bucks an apple :D but anyway, basically if they donated 2 dollars they get an apple or a message card, but poor amanda. the people who donated $2 didn't want their apples. zzz. oh and the old people were really nice (: the younger people kept giving us cold looks or glaring. hmph.

and i just finished watching hellboy, which is ok i suppose. if i were to rate the movie out or 10... it would rank about 7? it's not stupid or anything, but it's not spectacular. it's fine to watch if you wanna pass time, but it's not one of those must watch things. the special effects were rather cool, and it's weird to see two non-human peeps drinkin beer and singing "i cant smile without you" in some library like thing. especially when one has gills and the other has a tail. but it's cute :D and the ending is rather sad for gill man, whose name i cudn't catch. apparently its like some weird name or something. *shrug*

yeah, so that sort of brings me to now, which is where i shud start on homework but... nahs. :D

swimming yday

right. now that i'm fully awake, unlike last night aka thursday, i shall post about SWIMMINGGGGG :D hahas. anw, i was freakin happy to finally be able to swim after so damn long. i sort of started just wobbling about in the water. and the swim laps idea sort of didn't really worked out. me and ying sort of pigged out by the pool and flung ourselves into the water at occasional moments. or rather, i flung myself and ying dived. SPLASH :D but anywayyyyy, swimming rocked. and still does. can't wait to go swimming again :D

and lit sem tmr, waking up quite early. but before i go to sleep i need to do my LA thing, which is depressing :( oh and the ipod skin design contest! like AHHHH. haven't started. and i have like... very few days to figure out how to use adobe illustrator.

and theres like, less than a month and half till EOYS. like what the shit. so freakin fast i wanna faint. END OF YEARS OMGOSH!

go with your gut & guard your heart

HSM 3

ok so for some reason, i'm looking forward to high school musical 3 senior year. like the trailer thingy looks so cool. and 10 songs... wow.

shhh

"It's come to this" - Fuel

And I found my head uncrowned and all life's sweet nectar flowing down
the cracks and seams wasted on some petty little prayers
And I reached up for despair but I was well below that charished stage
and all my mangled hopes all songs unsung

I fear I've wasted all my sun
I fear I've wasted all my time
Everything is faded
Smiles are fabricated now
I fear I've wasted all my sun
I fear I've wasted all my time
Held my eyes closed for too long

And I ran out through the streets in hopes that I might find it there
but all my buildings stared back at me tentantless and bare
and I reached up for the sky, but it always seems so far away
transcendent thoughts you gave lie to atrophied and broken

I fear I've wasted all my sun
I fear I've wasted all my time
Everything is faded
Smiles are fabricated now
I fear I've wasted all my sun
I fear I've wasted all my time
Held my eyes closed for too long

And I sat when I should have stood; swallowed when I should have spit
until now I only recognize me in pictures taken long ago
and all the changes simply haunt and never go away
a friend will tell when I hit hell, I may not feel the change

Held my eyes closed for too long
Held my eyes closed for too long

Just before I go don't you offer any sweet advice because
where were all your shoulders when I needed them for so long ago
and now with legs weak and weary from this silly dance
with a suitcase full of memories, pack my bags and slowly drift away

How Could You

HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes

and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask

"How could you?"

-- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected,

because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.

I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed

and listening to your confidences and secret dreams,

and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream

(I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said),

and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career,

and more time searching for a human mate.

I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks

and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions,

and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" --

still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection,

and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.

I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled,

and I wanted to mother them, too.

Only she and you worried that I might hurt them,

and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend.

They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs,

poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch --

because your touch was now so infrequent --

and I would've defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries

and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog,

that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.

I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog,"

and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city,

and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.

You've made the right decision for your "family,"

but there was a time when I was your only family.

was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.

It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."

They shrugged and gave you a pained look.

They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog,

even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed

"No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!"

And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship

and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes,

and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left,

the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago

and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow.

They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front,

hoping it was you that you had changed your mind --

that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared,

anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies,

oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day,

and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.

A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears,

and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come,

but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her,

and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek.

I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.

As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body,

I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured

"How could you?"Perhaps because she understood my dog speak,

she said "I'm so sorry."

She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure

I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned,

or have to fend for myself --

a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "

How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you,

My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.

I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?"

brought tears to your eyes as you read it,

as it did to mine as I wrote it,

it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly

"owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.

Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose,

as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters,

on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.

Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life,

that animals deserve our love and sensible care,

that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility

and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice,

and that all life is precious.

Please do your part to stop the killing,

and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Jim Willis

what's down this road

sigh. i have no idea what i'm doing with my life at the moment. on the bright side, i'm not into drugs or self mutilation but on the down side, i'm not really into anything.

Too often,
the thing you want most is the one thing you can't have.
Desire leaves us heartbroken,
it wears us out.
Desire can wreck your life.
But as tough as wanting something can be.
The people who suffer the most,
are those who don't know what they want.

a domestic affair

it's saturday night and i'm sitting at home with silas in my room with the aircon at 26degrees. so the fact that it's saturday night is obvious, and since i'm blogging, duh silas is with me. and 26 degrees is just... noobish. but i think i lack a internal body heater or something, so iow i freeze about as easily as tom yam, aka chilli oil soup, makes me hungry.

and that was probably a really weird sentence. but who cares, one of these days i'm gonna lie in my front yard with cookie and we can sunbathe together. for the record, cookie does sunbathe. and i think watching my dogs is really fun.

let's start with vicky. she's like those kind of supermoms. the kind where the kids always listen to her and shes always ready-to-go and fit and all. like the pups never fight with vicky, though that could be because vicky is so much larger... but anw, vicky's probably the healthiest one of the lot. and she's rather energetic but not in the spring-about-like-a-joey-on-crack kind of energetic (that's prince), but more of a... well basically i just think of her (if she were human) as the kind who go jogging everyday and is successful in work and all. and vicky is really lovable, and shes just beautiful. so yes, if vicky was human, she'd probably be the perfect mum-cum-21st century woman.

which would have made it really unlikely that cookie and her would get together. cookie is sort of like... the fun dad. like once in awhile cookie gets into a "fight" with say amber, and it gets really cute. like kimberly and angel will join in and one will take sides while the other just stands on it's back legs and sort of tries to break them up. in the end it's just this really cute tumble of fur and paws and it's just so cute. anyway, cookies is fat, like roll-down-the-stairs fat (he actually did roll down the stairs, oh horrors of horrors) but he's so cute. and fat people are fun people. and at times i tend to think of cookie as like, a dumb blonde cause his fur is sort of blonde, though maybe slightly bleach-y. but yeahs, cookie is just so lovable too. he's really easy going and he'll just rest his cute little head on your arm and fall asleep. like aww, so affectionate, unlike that vicious cretin that goes by the name prince. bleahhh!

anyway, this post is getting really long, so i guess i'll rant about the pups another time. and i love my dogs. they all have such unique personalities and it's just so amazing. vicky cookie angel amber kimberly <3 oh you too, ginger and legolas. i really do miss the two of you.

Happiness is not about having what you want.
It's wanting what you have.
(i sprouted this to joey today in the library's toilet, for some reason. heh hehs)

braindead

aye, i think philosophical discussions at midnight are just weird... and i need to do my lang arts and chinese, but not now. i think i'm gonna stop skinning for awhile, probably a very long while.

ah wells, adios.

BOOM

zzz. facebook is amusing, but the only game that can keep me interested in the heroes one. so fireballs and weird stuff here i go -.-

out the window

ah well, there go my principles. then again, what principles? zzz. but seeing as i've been finding myself extremely bored this days, i've given in and made a facebook account. oh horrors of horrors. zzz. now i just have to figure out how to well, start.

There are two kinds of people in this world;
those who play play stupid games and laugh at themselves,
and others who don't know how to enjoy living

080808

ah ok so ying wants me to post abt national day's eve. so basicallyyyyyyyy, connect singapore went kapeesh. like the class was going mad just standing along the roads and yelling and waving at everyone driving past and why does it feel as if i've typed this before? hmms. dunno but i'm having a weird sense of dejavu.

ok wtv! yeah so pam and her big inflated hand and the rest of 313 (well most of it, if you minus ying and queenie having a bitchslapping marathon and other stoners like me) were shouting "happy national day" to whoever walked/droved/flew/dived passed us. and poor lao shi was so worried we would cause a car accident. zzz.

then suddenly people started a count down so ok lets count down and we counted 3 2 1 and then.... nothing. yeah so randomly said a few lines of the pledge hoping that that was what we were supposed to be doing and then... yeah ok so basically it didnt go as planned, obviously.

after connect sg ying came over to my house and we alternated wasting time in front of the com and reading on the bed. and then we decided to pay youtube a visit and did weird stuff and watched weird stuff and i think i laughed so much i ruptured something. yeah probably.

and my index finger hurts. i think clicking a mouse is bad for you cause yeah, it's not natural! like when we were living in caves and were waving clubs about, we didnt exactly have to click anything. hence, our fingers were not meant for clicking and this is why my index finger is gonna fall off.

yeah, i make so much sense :D

Someday, everything will come together.
But until then, live it up; do what makes you happy.
If someone doesn't agree, then fuck them.

Half Blood Prince!

OWW! i just freakin clamped my finger and now it hurts like freakin hell. oh what the heck. the HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE trailer is out! (ok yeah i'm a little slow)




and like OMG. WHERE THE HELL IS SNAPE! hahas. anw, can't wait to see the movie, which is supposedly gonna be released in singapore on 20th november! lols that's ying's bday, but we're gonna be CHINA. waaaa~! damn damn damn.

oh and mucho thanks to izza for telling me about the trailer and then freakin out with me over snape after i watched it. ahhhh severus, why are you not in the trailerrrr! this is your movie! zzz.

right. my finger has stopped hurting. yay!

bloop bloop

blahh. i'm feeling very weird today. like i ate a bowl of ice cream and cup noodles for dinner and now my sis and mum keep telling me to turn down my music. and i need to do my du shu bao gao but i refuse to do it.

ahhhhhhh! this sucks. heh. i'm think i'm gonna skin. AGAIN -.- i need a new hobby.

In this world, people are going to say
don't do this, don't do this, don't do this.
You know what you're going to end up with?
Nothing to do.
(which is my current problem)

library cip again

waaaa~! lols. went to the library for cip today, but was dreading it the entire way there. like on the bus i was telling zinc how i would keep trying to decide if i should go or not and when the bus nears the stop i'll still get off regardless of what i decided. like... -.-

so did shelf-reading today. and guess what, i got assigned the art section, which also happens to be the messiest section in the library. like its chocked full of books all at the wrong sections cause there just isnt enough space so people who shelf books just place them at the nearest shelf with space. hence, i spent my entire three hours just doing ONE shelf. like both sides but still, ONE shelf. blah... and i was staring at all those number tag thingies and now i see all my 4s with a pink background and all my 6s with a black one. GAH.

and cause the whole shelf was so messed up, i got damn annoyed when i would go back to this particularly part of the shelf (that i'd already sorted) to realise that someone had come along and placed this book that doesnt belong there. yeah, i'm anal like that.

and cause there really was no space for the books, the librarian told me to remove all the old books (like those from the 1990s. hahaha) and i found this book that's older than me :D it was from 1992 i think. or maybe 1990. ok what the heck. but yeah, in the end i had a trolley full of old books and it was kinda sad, cause even though the covers and all were sort of worn out, the books looked really good.

and then there was this pile of the celestial heavens comic or something along those names. i vaguely remember reading them when i was like younger ( ah what fond memories ) and the guys all have really hot long hair :D

so basically, shelf-reading was damn @!#^&%#$#@$ and i ended up just pulling out all the books that weren't at the right place and then i built this huge pile of books on the floor. zzz. the people who walked pass kept looking at me like they thought they ought to report me to the librarian or something.

and i finally have 30 hours of cip :D but unfortunately, i still need to go for more cause i need to do for SIX MONTHS. WAAAAA~!

oh and don't forget the lyrics is cool, though my sis kept complaining about that person's voice and about how irritating it was. but still, the show was nice and the songs are all so old o.O

i'm hungry

la dee do dee dah :D i'm vaguely high, cause i just finished another skin. heh heh heh. but i don't think i'll be using it, cause the posts space is too narrow. but it reminds me a lot of chinese painting, which i don't think mrs teo has returned to us. my purple flowers~! heh.

oh and i was looking through my old random notebooks, and i found something highly amusing.

presenting... (insert title here :D)

harry potter was in the zoo
where he was accused of doing voodoo
because a snake came out and said boo
and everybody ran into the loo

lying in his cupboard snoring
harry potter received a calling
he was so shocked he stopping breathing
and uncle vernon ran around freaking

uncle vernon hid them in a hut
but hagrid blew the door apart
dudley was so scared he clutched his heart
and a tail popped up from his butt

hagrid took harry to diagon alley
where he was suddenly struck silly
because malfoy looked so girly (heh heh heh)
and ollivander mentioned lily

on the first september
he met ron and his mother
as well as hermione granger
and they all shrieked "harry potter!"

ron took out his wand and gave a bellow
"sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"
but scabbers remained the same ol' fellow

at hogwarts he met the sorting hat
which started talking from where it sat
malfoy acted like a brat
and snape looked like an oversized bat (hey!)

harry and co. got into gryffindor
and ron weasley ate more and more
they climbed so many stairs before reaching their floor
where peeves chased them through their common room door

the next day he met professor snape (yay snape!)
who thought he was a blundering ape
and snape swept around with his billowing cape
which left the class gaping in his wake (that's right! bow down and kiss his feet!)

---

hahas. that rediculous thing was by me and ying in sec 2 but unfortunately, it ends there. oh and the stuff in brackets are just me being unable to resist making comments. anw, woohoo~! snape is hot!

hahas. ok time for bath. toodles.

Disney is amazing

Too many people miss the silver lining
because they're expecting the gold.

new skin again

so i got sick of that stupid skin that took me so long to code, and now i have a much simpler and much more plain skin. for some reason , i prefer this one to the other even though i coded this in like... less than 2 hours. *shrug* i guess there's something appealing in simplicity.

so basically today was rather... mundane. and teachers' day audition didnt go very well. but i guess it was still ok. and the english thing we had first thing in the morning was just so... urgh. what on earth is an antonym or whatsitcalled? the only thing that was interesting was that article on the sleeping late one.

turns out, it's normal for me to sleep at like... 1/2am in the morning. (hops about and laughs at those people who sleep too freakin' early). but when we go to china for that exchange program thing, i think i'll end up sleeping early. like my hibernating instincts will kick in and thankfully i have enough body fats to not freeze.

oh and the words in the skin, like up there, are adapted from a song.

so basically this blows, more than a slut.

ow ow ow

ahhh aching all over and that was really lousy and unintentional alliteration. the fact remains that i'm aching all over and my sis is parading around in a towel. as in only a towel. and do the colours of my skin look weird? i spent like a longggg time just now trying to fix the colours until my eyes started to hurt and i went down to watch the day after tomorrow.

man, i wanna learn to snowboard. and i can ski, you know! ok not really, but i can stay upright :D (most of the time). yeahhh... snowboarding is cool. sexy snowboarding severus snape! hahahahaha. and if you were wondering what i was talking about, it's a fanfic. a highly frivolous one but a hot!snape one none-the-less.

gahs. ITS AUGUSTTT. ok yeah, that's pretty obvious. but i mean it's AUGUST. like what the hell... it's gonna be september in no time and then it'll be sep hols then it'll be EOYS and then it'll be china exchange thing then it'll be december hols then it'll be sec 4 and then we're all gonna die! yeah, i'm hyperventilating.

sigh. time passes so fast. i mean, on friday i was telling myself i'm gonna read a fanfic but now it's sunday night and i havent read one. (and the chapters i read today cause the author updated don't count) boohoo.

i want frozen yoghurt :(

Everything good in life is either immoral, illegal or fattening.

all the red

you know, i never knew singaporeans were so patriotic. then again, i should have known. and there were like... so many people wearing red at city hall today. like a lot. zzz.

and i am feeling highly depressed right now. WAAAAAAA. SINGFEST! gosh...

SIMPLE PLAN!!

sigh. at like... 3 hours from now simple plan will be performing. gahhh! i wanna go! *breaks down in hysterics* damn hell i'm gonna miss you when you're gone. stupid song playing at such an emotional time. WAAAAAAAA!

and to make things worse, my mum and dad and sis are eating durian right now but i can't hit cause i've ate too many over the last weeks. like my dad bought 10 durians three times in a row and i ate so many and now i think i'm gonna get a sore throat. *sigh*

i suspect i have like, tonsillitis or something. i mean according to wiki... the symptoms are like severe sore throat, painful swallowing, headache, fever and chills and change in voice causing a "hot potato" voice. ok i have no idea what a "hot potato" voice is, but i used to get those symptoms very often last time.

oh what the heck. SIMPLE PLAN!!

boohoo.

KICK YOU

i think i finally realise why detonatedlove quit. actually i'm amazed at how long she stayed.

got nothin' to say anymore,
orginality went out that door.

Sad Story - Plain White T's