who will be the one who save me,


QUESTION OF THE DECADE: do you know that bus no. 61 does not go to kallang mrt?

i dont care if you do! i dont! until yesterday, that is. like a fool, i board bus no. 61. and like a fool, i didnt realise that it was not going to kallang mrt till the bus reached an ulu ulu bus stop. in other words, i became lost.

and so, i did what most people do when they are lost. i took a taxi to kallang mrt. and you know what the taxi fare is? it's a grand total of...


TWO DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS.

sigh. i do really need to get a new brain. if you're planning to exchange your brains, come and look for me.

AND to add injury to stupidity, my feet suffered a total of three cuts, thanks to the straps of my shoes, thanks to my running (which, unfortunately, is very very very very very very very very very out of practice). yeouch.


so, anyway, me and elizabeth then went to science center! so lame, but SO FUN can? heh. we tried that machine which you know, you grab a hammer and you banged it down on the metal plate really hard so that it measures your strength, or something like that? AND I GOT A SCORE OF 114! ONE ONE FOUR leh! its higher than your average girl's score. that proves it. i'm supergirl recarnated. ha. and to prove it, i have a higher-than-elizabeth current flowing through me as well. HOHOHO.

and we also saw this drop-dead gorgeous little caucasian boy. oh, boy. i wish he gets married to some drop-dead goregous little caucasian girl so that they will have double drop-dead gorgeous little caucasian baby that my son/daughter will marry so that i will have drop-dead gorgeous little grandchildren! HA. i plan ahead. i really do.


from myself?

summer has come and passed,


when i was a kid, i would look out of the window during rainy days and thought to myself, "oh, look! the people up in heaven are peeing."


the innocent can never last.

now everybody do the propaganda,


hucking fell.

huck sao paolo. brazil. the linesman. the refree. japan. yokohama.

GO TO FELL.


and sing along in the age of paranoia.

i dont know what it is,


after watching today's star idol, i've christened leo the new sylvester sim. the reasons are simple: a) he cant act. b) he is ugly. and yet c) HE GETS VOTED IN DURING EVERY SINGLE DAMN ELIMINATION ROUND. sigh. singaporeans apparently has no ear for singing talent and no eye for acting talent.

as for that alicia, she cant act to save her own life. spare me the torture of having to watch her emotionless, worthless, everythingless, whateverless performances. and spare her the torture of having to utilise that teeny-weeny little acting brain of hers. not that she has one in the first place.

GAH.

and in case you're wondering, i happen to be rooting for the shortest and ugliest guy. and that tall and apparently old girl. i root for talents. =X

goodbye albert and eh, joey (?). you'll be missed. the former for your incredibly tiny eyes and the latter for your incredibly pretty face. ha.

peter jackson lost 30kg. and he went for lasik. as a result, he's no longer the fat, hairy director that looks so cute. he's just a director. SIGH. when will the fat men learn the LAW OF FAT MEN? the law of fat men states that fat men should remain the way they are. boo.


that makes me feel like this.

nosa dima shock,


i am still sick.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

i must have caught it from my sims. three of them kena flu when i played with them the other day. stupid, but i seriously think it's true.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

i want to go out.

then again, maybe not. there are no nice shows. there are too many nice things. and i have no money. boosie.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

and my blog entries are getting lamer each day. there are no interesting things to blog about. there are no bitches for me to bitch about. there are no bastards for me to bust. AND, there is nothing to complain about. on the other hand, boring things are a plenty. but my brain would probably die of boredom if i blogged about those.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

you know, i never thought i'd say this but,

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

I MISS SCHOOL.

i mean, in school you have like 678676587 bitches to bitch about and 5453453153 bastards to bust. AND, you have 545412345842153785425746563 things to complain about. besides, in school, getting sick means you dont have to go to school! out of school, getting sick means...

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

NOTHING.

coughs.
sniffs.
SIGH.


nosa dima ting.

truth is,


oh, gosh.

it has been so long since i last blogged a proper entry (i.e. one that's long). X)

anyway, i had a dream the other night. i dreamt that a dead body fell on me. apparently, the deceased decided to commit suicide by jumping off the building, see. and i happened to be in her path. so,

TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARE INTENDING TO COMMIT SUICIDE:

do not, i repeat, DO NOT, jump down from a building. if you want to die, just go eat a can of detergent or something. DO NOT jump down from a building. it is very inconsiderate.


i think jose's comments about essien's tackle was very funny. i think essien is just jealous that hamman is so tall, skinny and handsome, unlike him. (i wanted to write white, but i realised it would sound very racist.)

and may + choy can't host for nuts. and despite being twins, they seem to have zero percentage of chemistry between them. to add insult to injury, they are not even pretty. GAH.

i think hilary duff's new song is damn stupid.


i like shawn's nick. "what's worse than not qualifying for the champions league? not even qualifying for the uefa cup." haha. no prizes for guessing who he's refering to. =)


shall blog a long one another time. A SICK WOMAN NEEDS HER SLEEP.


i never got over you.

i know you and you know me,


haha.

faith 1.3 chalet was sweet.

we ate, we watched, we cycled, we rested, we pulled pranks, we gossiped and then we slept.

-YAWNS.

its sweet.


and that's all that counts.

and so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,


haha.

prom was cute.

i was like, the most dressed-down person in the entire room. and it was cool, in a sick kind of way. speaking of sick, the food was sick. the potatoes, terrible. i get the shudders thinking about it.

and it was fun being 1.65m tall. hahahaha. and i am a pretty good adapter (?)! by the end of the night, i can actually half-run in my shoes. HALF-RUN leh! XD

but, anyway, yeah, it was cute. i took a lot of photos. with joyce's camera. THANK YOU SO VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY EXTREMELY EXTREMELY EXTREMELY MUCH JOYCE. -beams. if you're reading this, please tell your pc that i hate it. why does it have to crash at such an inauspicious time?! WHY?! boosie.

and oh, dearie daphne, khar loo, vanessa, chow yoke, michelle, marilyn, xing fang, esther, min xiu, emmeline, kah ern, rachel and uh, haha, mr. lee, (i dont know how many read this blog. i think only one or two. anyway, just help me spread the msg please please please? thank you), please please please send me the pictures i took with you people? pleeeaaaassseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? thank you!


where we're gonna be when we turn 25.