I wish I had the ability to do the craziest thing my two friends are going to do later in the night. But I'm just me. It sucks to be me.

Merry kissmas my babies.

the lights are out

It's krazy that christmas is fast approaching, just 3 days away. I so need a place to hide away. I admit I'm in da wallow-in-self-pity period cause December haven't been treating me well and so do the rest of the months that past me by. I would gladly push all the blame to why I'm in such state to post menstrual syndrome but then again it got nothing to do with it. Why can't everything fall nicely into place so I could be at bliss point and lead a completely blissful life, why did you have to leave, why can't macfund just grow out of the tree, why gor didn't get me a ticket too, and now the main question, why tickets so expensive? I seeriously don't mind blowing my money on a ticket to wherever if I can find a suitable travel partner just to avoid spending christmas and newyear in singapore. Takers? Right now, I'm still naively hoping shi will honour the trip to genting she promised me the night we went drinking at pau. :( :( :(

Then again, mom given me the green light to revamp my room. I don't know how much the budget is and how my room will turn out to be like but the trip to Ikea today the made me a slightly happy girl. First up, I need to move the furniture out, box-up my linglongs and then get the walls painted, sounds like damn tedious job. To date, I found no free labour cause one, I have that limited number of friends, two, everyone is busy with stuffs, i.e tuesday is bestf's kissmas cookies baking day, smlj!

Oh wells, it's 6am, it's monday. My xmas slash newyear break starts now and all the way till the 5th but not quite considering the 830am lesson on the 29th and balwant's surprise date with me on the 30th. I so need to catch up on my work, econs and corpf but it's only right to take a break on tuesday cause it seems like a good night to bond and get wasted, so they say, heartaches and alcohol, they make best friends.

Okay, wo yao qu sui jiao orleydee :x

ps: if you see me anywhere near the road, PUSH me to the oncoming traffic, thank you so much. I think I'll make a personal objective for this week, I shall not see anyone and just hibernate at home till I find something worth getting my butt outta my house for.

Mom says the darnest thing "give me x's number, I wanna call him to tell him I miss him."

!!!!!

when I rock, you don't stop

I'm still in daze and still very much sleep deprived due to the excessive noise my lovely vacuum cleaner makes. My back hurts like a little prick cause I can't get used to sleeping on my single sized bed and in anger I moved myself, the pillow and bolster to my living room floor, that pretty much explains the sore back.

Right! How about z-out moments, let's see

1. last minute decision to make our way down to sentosa.
2. left house at 8ish, mambo starts at nine.
3. made 2 wrong rounds and tp forces us to get to the beach on foot.
4. hitched a ride, thank god for the ranger bus.
5. mambo, summer rained twice/thrice(?) this week.
6. unstable podium and amazing fireworks.
7. djyoda's set was orgasmic.
8. hotshot burger plus 100plus and bourbon coke.
9. I thought sasha was supposed to be good.
10. long walk to palawan beach carpark.
11. the piggyback rides and attempts to make shi stay.
12. rnb-ed all the way till the sun came out and the rain starts pouring.
13. entertaining breakfast with the boys.
14. home, period.

ps: I'm glad I didn't miss loveactually, awww this christmasy movie always bring tears to my eyes.

you just don't know

I'm chewing on my super thick nutella spread bread as I type now but nothing beats happy burger I had yestermorning. My eating habits are way disgusting I tell you, I can eat say 4-5 meals a day but still feel hungry after each meal. I dont know when and how my stomach became a bottomless pit but all the meals are exhuasting my poor wallet and my tummy is larger than life now. I even had difficulty breathing when I wear my skinnies, this is how bad the situation is now. And I do self consoling by telling myself it's okay dude, menses' fault, not yours.

I just called moley awhile ago and I cant stop laughing at the way she talks now. She speaks with a slang and her one sentence is filled with ten 'ermm' 'yeah' 'you know' respectively, she's the perfect angmoh chick now la. Last resort, I spoke to her in cheena cause I cannot stop laughing but she totally cant speak cheena for nuts now. Na bei, I hate it. But I still love her, so much so I promised her to go for a badminton session on thursday morning, knowing that my bones will break and I wont be able to feel my legs plus arms for three days straight after.

How lovely the weather is tonight, I shall hop into bed now. Love manys!

still alive but barely breathing

I made a wise decision to stay at home last night cause I was too lazy to get my ass out of the house. It was a good choice though, I was half dead by the end of the night if you want to know because I had the mother of all period cramps. At 10ish the cramps kicked in, by 11 I was emptying (puking) my dinner from my well rounded tummy, breaking out in cold sweat and at 1230 I was on the bed wishing my cheebs would disappear, by 1255 I was deep in coma. I thought I can do a twelve hour sleeping stunt but I woke up 9ish, not good at all cause I'm feeling all drowsy and lethargic now when I have to work in three hours time. Gawd!

Hiphiphurray, moleypimpok is back but that retarded friend of mine refuses to reply my messages. I so think she's angry with cause I emailed her to ask for my birthday present and now she's ignoring me.

:(

broadcasttt

I moved into gor's room four months ago with the mind to do a thorough clean up for my room and also to have the white washed walls painted purple but me being a fprocrastinator, nothing was done. Ogay, I admit the bed had me lured over too, walao, queen size bed leh how not to be tempted? Oh wells, well done sok, it's just a few more days before gor's gigantic ship hits the dock and onto the shores of Singapore. Seeeriously, him back home means I must start packing up my room, go over to wherever to get buckets of paint, paintbrushes, that thing that I can pour the paint into and part-time coolies to help me paint my room. Urgh, that's hell loads of work to be done and IM BROKE! How?! Where to find lovely, kind hearted coolies who dont charge? (I promise to provide h20 and possibly cigs if you all can help! hor?).

And before I jump into bed, let me whine abit more. Havi died on me just a few hours ago. I'm still trying to get over it and now I've got to live with HaviToo. But HaviToo gives me blisters!

Arhhh! Goodnight babies.

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cas! tuesday tuesday!

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limbu is annoyed by iamnokid! urgh.

i want my happy burgerrrrrrr

I've been nursing my a-hole since 1256784829 days ago! And it's not gotten any better. My nose is not helping either. It fluctuates between being runny and stuffy and this is annoying the fuck outta me. At least my mucus no longer green, it turned white, yeah okay, too much details sorry. Now the throat is getting sore, dry and the people at esp said my voice getting manly (wtf?).

I am very tired. So long, farewell.

gloomy fri-saturday

You know life is suck when:

1. you missed the delivery of studyguides, but the point is
2. you stayed home till 4ish but missed the postman when he came at 5 and then now
3. you've got to pick up the parcel all the way at changi south (where the fuck is that?).
4. you kicked the door frame when trying to take off your pair of jeans.
5. you confidently tell mummy that you haven't been sick for the past few months, and
6. you get the flu bug immediately the next day and you cannot stop sneezing and your nose is sore and red.
7. you cannot sleep but toss and turn in bed at 5am.
8. you promised yourself and the rest of the world, no more suppers but ended up going for more.
9. you are overweight and looking really like a sumo wrestler.
10. you want to get something done real badly but lack the courage to face the consequences.

I quote Bren, ming tian hui gen hao. I think he is too optimistic, I shall run and cry to my pillow now. Ciaos.

sign of mental unstability

I just had the longest bus ride ever. I didn't how I survived the bus ride but I did. The air was stale and I was on the verge of fainting. The noise by tvmobile irritated the fuck outta me. Secondary school kids shoved and pushed me like I was non-existent. I had the mind to scream then alight the bus but I cannot cause I dont have the strength to move my legs. I dont wanna take bus anymore. I'm very whinny now, I hadn't had a meal the entire day, my eyes are kept open with the help of two toothpicks(kidding), I don't give a flying fuck whether I'm speaking gibberish. Life is sucks, so am I.

Now I feel like there's world war three going on in my rounded tummy, I so need to puke. I foresee dark gloomy days ahead.

Bye kids.

p/s: damn! I got punked by the two meatspin addicts.

wh-wh what?!

Mama woke me up half an hour ago, gave me her sweetest smile and led me to the kitchen. On the table sat a plate, on the plate sat the most innocent-est awkward looking heart shaped rib-eye steak with brocolli, baked potato and a lump of something(fyi, that's the excess meat she cut out to make the heart shape). My mummy is so cute.

goodnight go sleep

I love mark harris but going to his lesson on a friday afternoon is rather depressing/painful and it's gloomy to go to school on friday cause for some reason the campus seems quite empty. then again, it would be ridiculous to go to his lesson alone on thursday afternoon cause mr harris has the habit to walk up the steps, shove the microphone to your nose and ask you questions you cannot answer.

TMD.

I say

Have you ever fight against your feelings because you know that you're not supposed to feel in a certain manner about someone anymore? Not supposed to feel like this because technically, your feelings are supposed to dissolve into a puddle of nothingness after so long. Subconsciously you tell yourself that you have already forgetten about it but instead of forgetting, you are just running away to avoid so that you can stop feeling, stop missing, stop hurting. imy

Happy Halloween in advance my babies. Im still contemplating whether to join the cheongsum ladies, hide in the toilet and scare the shit outta of people.

itsy bitsy ditsy

For I have sinned, I accidentally missed school this morning. I've been trying to come up with all the different type of excuses to make myself feel better but my inner voice screams you suck la, sok so loud I got into milder depression during work halfway (it's not like im not depressed to begin with). For the record, I happily dragged my ass outta bed at 11ish, met c, went all the way to SCH, daydreamed for a good 3hrs before realising I've got a date with balwantsingh. Such a dickhead.

where's my baby?

Last night saw me

1. leaving the house pissed mad at x and myself and everyone else
2. nearly waging yet another war with e
3. wandering the neighbourhood for a good half hour alone
4. punching every wall I see during my solo night trip
5. making my way to yi to prevent ww4
6. having the rare one to one
7. drinking cokes with an empty stomach
8. getting enlightened
9. trying to enlighten
10. getting angry again
11. edit: shagging shoting and marrying people(s)
12. listening to stories of a particular magician
13. analysing humans
14. spending my last penny on cabfare to and fro
15. going home after walking e home
16. missing e
17. sending my last msg to e and slept like a baby

ciaos.

'cuse me, happy pills please

I like in betweens, between Tuesday wee hours of morning and a Wednesday because there's no school the next day and I can finally catch up on my 1) work 2) gg and antm. Then again, there's endless readings and I got the shock of my life when WC/Lewis said mark harris on chpt4 already. Holymolycow I only missed two lessons lehXxX and I have valid reasons for not turning up.

Anyway, I'm more than fine these past few days but the weekends really passed so terribly fast. I wish my life was filled with nothing but money and shopping.

Right, I don't think this post makes any sense.

ima depressed meat

Everyone's talking about leaving town during the festive season. This sucks, like totally :(

time-framed

Where were the days when everything seemed less complicated and when you don't wage a war with unhealthy emotions?

On a side note, I had a melodramatic weekend with daddy, the tears, the econs notes and the entire house to myself (unless mothermary granted perms to go out). Now, it's back to school and plenty of rest to catch up. And I so have a date with balawant singh tomorrow, goodnight babies.

trigger happy

I think God won't forgive me if he knows I spent my time at zouk yesternight, downing 8 shooters plus 2 buckets Hei. The phone kept ringing every nano minute and it finally stopped when the battery went dead. The company and the music was too good and it kept me there till 3ish when I promised the parents to be home at 11ish. I stood at the lift lobby for a good 15mins thinking what might happen to me before summoning all my courage to push my keys through the keyhole. Good thing daddy was too tired to wait up for me :)

And I finally slept well last night.

ps: sorry I got the wrong number last night.

fyi ...

I'm home at 245 on a saturday night. I drank only 2 pints of kilkenny at alley with sh (amazing fact yes?). I skipped zouk/dblO. I managed to save 30bucks of my pathetic allowance. Someone told me I've morphed into someone else, but all for the better, matured but just that a little bit. It's a good start I suppose. School's starting in just 2 days, and so does my curfews my daddee set. I'm all set to be scholar geek this semester!

One more fyi(s). I'm very upset when my bestfriend tells everyone I don't want to go pinic with her. The fact is we never got down to set a date for that and I really want to picnic with you dear princess!


ps: tickets for bbk only 160bucks, so very tempting!

pps: bestf, we'll make it for pinic this sunday yes?

ppps: and zoo this coming thursday, no lies this time round i promise.

14TH SEPT!

I had a look at my timetable just a few minutes ago, under the sunday column, I see balwat singh's lesson. Oh mothercheebs, I have sunday class! Oh, means yours truly have to crawl outta bed on a sunday morning, 830AM (DUDE!) and if the crew decides on dblO on saturday (blame me and my idea!), I'm screwed, big time yo!

It just feels like I've left many things unaccomplished and unsaid due to the lack of drive or the lack of guts. While I wish I've done many things that I should, at the same time, I wish I haven't done some things. It baffles me, why there's so much regrets in a lifetime and sometimes the regrets last forever. Why can't we just have one more day to just salvage everything, the mistakes you've committed; the hurt you've caused; the person you shouldn't have let go.

I don't feel good at all, I'm feeling fidgety and lethargic all day.

We kissed and made up. Yesterafternoon I called mama and apologised. We are happy people now :)

im wide awake, it's morning dude

It was one happy random family dinner we had with the cousins, aunties and uncles. And on the way back home, both me and mom got into a huge fight. Correct, right after dinner. I was just feeling happy and chirpy with all the food (I finally had cereal prawns after much craving!) in the tummy and she HAD TO START her nonsense right after we got into the car. From me and my wake-up-in-the-late-afternoon-go-out-at-night lifestyle to my recent broken relationship and to everything else on the universe that doesn't quite concern me, the journey home I swear was torturous, deafeaning and demanding. And since everyone else was in the car (the cousin and auntie) I did my part, gave her all the respect she needed and kept quiet, which was quite a feat for me and my outburst started straight after we got into the house. Like seeee-riiiously, I'm giving my best effort to change myself now and she did say she's happy that she is seeing more of me at home and I finally want to change my then digusting lifestyle. I don't see the need and why she wants to put me down infront of the relatives. I don't know if she is going through the second phase of menopause or what and I wonder how many phases she will undergo. Goodness! If nagging was one of the core sports in the Olympics, she would have been the defending champion for years, bringing sg countless gold medals and glory to herself. So, I walked out of the house crying like a whinning baby to Bren on the phone, say half an hour later when she did her grand closing statement by swearing that she's never ever gonna talk to me again. I made poor Bren sit with me at the bus stop where I cried my eyes out, whined, grumbled and stared back at people whom I caught staring at me from the bus that pass us by. Now I feel so stupid and unglam(!). Then I made him walk with me to the vending machine, buy either kickapo, rootbeer or coke, sit under the void deck to do nothing but stare into space till Min called. Oh did I mention when I made my superstyling grand exit from my house, I forgot my keys. Yes, I got locked out for no reason by my stupid self. We all ended up at jk, playing Flo and wait for keys so I can go home.

lawl.

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I'm desperate to go for a short getaway before school starts one day before my burpday, no actually before the results slip reaches my mailbox which means doomsday for me and my overweight soul. Now, I going to lie on my bed and do what I do best :) Hibernate. Goodnight lollipops!

cofyyy time

I woke up to the ringing of my phone. 11 messages. One was from shawn, dbl o tonight? Since when the club open on sunday, checked my message details and some of the messages was dated back to 19aug. Okay, my phone's gone cranky, like me.

Im angry with the weather. We, casho and I are supposed to go kite flying, take award winning photos and the storm at sk spoil it all. TSK. Now, I gonna change and meet my princessjasmine for coffee all the way at cityhall. Apparently, she achieved some self-enlightenment and she's gonna help me achieve mine. Ciaos.

went home without you

D and I didn't speak to each other for the entire week. He said he wanted to be left alone. Four days into the week, he threw me a gigmongous bomb, so big it crushes me totally. Came Saturday, that day saw me sitting by the waterfront for the evening crying my tear duct dry. I think I had enough. There was a point where I craved a total disregard for the rules and just wanted to run rampant with streaks of rebellion I had in me. In the process, I crushed not only myself, the people around me and strain relationships which I had no intention to from the beginning of time. But now i feel like a foolish prodigal son who just wants to return to the place he was initially liberated from.

Farewell nasty habits, it's about time I learn to clear up my mess.

I want you still

Is it me or is it the connection just wants to be so fucked up when it comes to 3am in the morning. I called starhub the other day and the person over at the other end assured me this wouldn't happen anymore and then it happens again, so naturally. Then again, maybe it's because I'm the only idiot in the entire block who doesn't put a passcode WEP(?) or whatever fuck you call it and everyone wants a piece of my wireless. Oh wells, this ibm laptop doesn't allow me to set the passcode, not that I don't want it. And talking about this ibm makes my blood boil and my nostrils smoke. Right, best not to talk about it at all.

Anyways, my weekend was good. 9aug was spent with some good company, the bangkok crew in sh's words, doing silly things and half screaming half singing national day songs, cursing orientalmandarin for blocking our view from the fireworks, wanting to get wasted but wasted the night in the end. All was good but evexu said I totally can't do surprises, it wasn't really a surprise to begin with when she already knew we were getting a room. But then again, I admit the cake was meant to be a surprise but it failed anyways when the roomservice guy came up with the cake still in the box. Oh dude! I left instructions to have the candles on the cake and only if the princessy mylar didnt screw up on me. Anyways I hoped you had a good one this year though. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVELYN TSUNAMI!

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I'm leaving you alone for now and I hope things will be fine by the weekend.

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Ohhhh, my life is a joke.

There has been a severe bout of procrastination in getting this space updated. Procrastination and laziness are a lethal combination for most people but lately, my life equation is laziness + procrastination + late nights - early mornings + fatigue. I just woke up although it's a really bad timing because I see myself having yet another late night.

Right, I lost the I lack the ability to string sentences properly right now.

nowhere near

It feels like there's a big button mushroom planted on top of my head. And it keeps growing B I G G E R as the days goes by. HAIR HAIR PLEASE GROW FASTER?!

I'm still very much alive

Life has been awesome. Basically, exam's over for a month or so and I've been bumming around, seeing a different eye to life. I've been trying my luck to get slots so I can support my expensive indulgements but I can't get any and am too lazy to get my ass down to look for a proper part time. So I'm happily surviving on my meagre allowance my daddee reluctantly gives to me at the start of every week.

Right. Sleeeping time.

operation flawess victory

Tonight we have big plans, thanks to our two honourable event planners who racked their brains, one when she had nothing to do, the other when his boss gave him the green light to slack and earn money just like that. And Im running late to meet my princess and I so need a shower now.

:) :) :)

VERY ANGRY WITH MAMA PAPA

I'm pissed with fb cause the page keeps saying an error has occurred. URGH!

Anyways anyhows, I had a fruitful day at sengkang yesterday. First date, compassp. at 1pm with the long lost girlfriends, which means I dragged my sorry ass outta bed at 1130(!), preparations, curse myself for agreeing to meet for lunch at 130 cause obviously I'm very much sleep deprived and my norm lunch hour is at 330. I met them anyways and I think we all did quite well as a whole though there's still awkward awkwardness between steph and me, us , I don't know maybe it's just me. It's ice age since we sat down and talked to each other, the last time was say when we collected our O's slip . Many things happened in between, funny how I lost my best friend just like that. But all is good now which means more mahjong sessions to come :) LOVE IT. Second nondate, under my void deck. Brenbren decides he should keep fit and he jog his way to mine since I am his only neighbour alive at that point of time. Third, with chubcheeks. This idiot, I don't know if she had the intention or not, she had the cheek to lie to me about the date of her flight home. So I received her call two days before her supposedly flight home when I was asleep so mama answered the call yakked on the phone with chubcheeks for god knows how long then came to wake me up and scolded me for not doing my part as a friend because I don't know that shurong is back when she is supposed to be on the plane only two days later. SO I called her back and she doesn't want to pick up my calls. Whatever it is, she's finally back! with a new hairdo a new skin color and a new accent. So not my shurong.

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Right, Lbaby just called, happily kan me for taking on Italy when actually we betted on total goals.

lawl.

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I swear no more drinking on empty stomach ever again, I suffered a horrible hangover and still feeling some side effects till now. Plus menses cramps, I died ten times today.

AWWWW!

sweet supply

Hip hip horay it's Tuesday, I'm home from town with my mummy. We are two happy people, good meal good food happy but fat tummy. Half dozen of oysters with a pint of beer, my life is good. Then again, mummy refuse to pay for my 60dollars dress when she promised me a shopping spree. I'm very upset, very very upset. Anyway Tuesday supposedly a beer filled night, like it had been for the past two weeks, but today I receive no calls from the boys nor the girl. I guess the cuscaden plan will be shelved till further notice, maybe when one happy man gets his well deserved pay or two happy girls finally saved enough from their weekly meagre allowance. Right, I got pictures but somehow my laptop's and phone's bluetooth connection screwed up on me.

And mothercheebs I got two bloody ulcers inside my mouth.

retreat

We have come to a stage where tempers flare and there's outbreak of emotions. Of late, I feel really tortured, me having to go all out to please my friends and not get appreciated for at least one bit. This week has had its fair share of emotional upheavals. I'm just really really exhausted, jaded and eventually indifferent.

Wheeeeeee !

I want to bask under the sunshine with a cosmo on one hand and a cigarette on the other. I want to float downstream on a trip to nowhere on a giant lily pad with At First Sight in hand and a biscotti tin with a cup of rich foamy cappuccino. I wish I had a private jet with a hunky handsome pilot and he will whisk me away on the airplane right now to a cold cold place so I could make snowmen and roast marshmallows by the dancing naked flames.

Okay, that was so not logical. My happy mini holiday started right after the paper on Friday. And since then, programs were lined back to back I had no time to breathe easy. I've been happily squandering my sleeping hours meeting up with my happy pills and we all had a ridiculously good time and no I'm not complaining. And as I'm enjoying the time of life, my wallet got so much thinner. SO! This really marks the end of my holiday, see I told you it's mini! It's time I settle down and find a job so I can sustain my extravagant lifestyle. Though extravagant I totally dig my life now and how I can wake up with no worries and no formulas or graphs to memorise. Saturday, army talks and what's not. Sunday, I sat and daydreamed at cissa's spent 4 long hours waiting for everyone. Off to bishan for prawning with two noisy and sanbat bitches. It was really embarrassing when I fished nothing for two solid hours, the lovely vendor auntie want to laugh at me somemore. Never mind the mockery, anutie was really nice to extend half an hour foc for us all because I flashed her my megawatt smile and teh-ed to her that the pool got no prawns or whatsoever then she went back to her fridge got out one fucking big bag of prawns, she said "just in case you cant catch any prawns EVEN with the extra time". Half an hour extra time to one full hour, nothing got hooked, I don't know what happened to my cheow's so called beginners luck. But at the end of the day we all went home happily with prawns swimming in our tummies, mahaa. Monday, beerfest at Alley's. I don't know who's idea was that but I know my wallet fell to its death on that night. In attendance, us three girls with siva, brendan and benkoh. Pints of kilkenny and erdinger kept appearing on our table like it's for free. Peektures.

he is one funny chindian

to more happy beer filled days

Tuesday, causaden with many bros (not mine, teng's), bestf and kong. Night started at 8ish, home at 1ish (?). No peektures but 10bucks per jug san miguel nearly killed us all, period. Wednesday, mambojambo. Drinks drinks and more drinks. I can't believe kenny didn't bother to say hello. Apologies to bestf. I love you okays. Thurday, dinner at vivo with the bunch of sjc girls. The meal wasn't that fantastic, the environment wasn't that great either. I had millions of eyes staring at me, not actually staring but I know they are looking at me from the corner of their eyes. Sensitive? I don't think so. Arena for the rest of the night. Mambo was damn zai but the music went downhill when bestf and brendan came over.

I'm too lazy to go on, that's all for now. Come'on kids, send me photos okay.

we sing, we dance

A few hours ago I was sitting at Starbucks, this time round I wasnt racing against time to have as much details into my already pan fried brain. I was having a cuppa and enjoying the world go past. This exam wasn't like most of the exams I had during the poly days. Most of the time, I walked out of the hall frozen and pouting and knowing that I did the paper half-fuckly. I swear the mothercheebs in London had his/her brain fried too, that's why he had the cheek to set such atrocious papers. The last paper on friday was pretty much fucked too, the questions we spot didnt appear and I took say one and a half to finish and the other half hour mini-mining which answers should I choose or cancel out. And when I met the rest at coffeebean and told them my dilemma, I got laughed at straight in my face. It was really tough having to choose the correct answer and thank god for bf's wedding plans that saved my sorry ass. The rest of friday was fully made use of till the last minute, mahjong, tv shows, movie and dimsum at geylang17. Im glad that everything is finally o.v.e.r . Oh wells, it's farewell to late nights, airport, mac student meal fish burger extra cheese no tartar sauce for now, it's time I enjoy my holidays, well it's my well deserved break.

I had a talk with ruiping and we have big plans drawn up for the coming month when chubcheeks is back in sunny Singapore. She told me about the fortune teller she went to a few weeks ago and I think Im going too. HA! I think I so need some directions in life, right not?

And now Im typing on cissa's mac, (I so can't wait for blackmac to come, that's beside the point) we are waiting for time to pass, waiting for esther to be done, calling all others who are interested, waiting for yeye to sleep so we can engage in our adrenaline rushing activity.

Life will be good from now till the day when uol decides to release the results. Life will be good if DaddyO decides to resume my allowance and increase it to 80buckeroos. Life will be good if I can get DaddyO to sponsor mrblackmac. Life will be good if God decides to rain more and blow more wind to sengkang.

Life will be good. Life will be good. Life will be good.

tgi friday is coming

Woots, frrri friday is so coming my way. Heh, I cant stop smiling to myself.

i'm (not) fine, how are you?

The last two paper lowered my morale big time. This school I'm enrolled for killed my drive to study, like totally. I hardly study so hard for my paper and still cant secure a pass grade. FYI, I started revision since the end of CNY, which means I had three months to start on my modules, revise and re-revise BUT Friday saw me leaving the hall feeling low and depressed. Actually it wasnt the first paper that left me demoralised and depressed, the first paper on thursday didnt go too well either. When I thought I had the chance to pass accounts for once, I came out knowing I was aiming for the impossible. All along during the poly days, I hated accounts like how I abhor cockroaches and I always get a big fat D when the result slips came. Fast forward three years when I finally understood accounts and hope for a pass which is just a fucking 34marks, the paper had to be so tedious. I seh-ed for at least half an hour before the end of the paper thinking about what to do if I fail all four. Drop out, transfer or get a fucken job. Met the rest, their faces were like mine, maybe except for Raine, that silly girl get so hyped up I thought she could easily pass but she was just being herself. Sulked and sighed, called everyone else but they all needed to wait for the car. And I waited, when the call finally came at 11ish, I decided I was too tired and restless to do anything and so I slept all the way till the next morning.

Like what teng says, bell shape curve, moderation. Oh wells, I pray for the best.

rebirth

This is where it should be, hopefully for the remaning years. Love it or hate it, whatever that pops your cherry baby.