please just don't play with me,


sigh.
i think jc life is killing my blogging flair.
gahh.

i wonder, do those chickens, ducks, fishes, crabs, frogs blah blah blah know that they are going to end up as food on someone else table? do they cry when they see their beloved one kena taken away to heavens know where? do they say, "BYE! see ya later, chicken!" in their own language or do they simply watch them go?

i also wonder, do the stray cats downstairs ever wish they had a nice home to live in? i mean, sure, they get to enjoy SIX meals (breakfast, something between breakfast and lunch, lunch, tea, dinner, supper) a day living as a stray. but, dont they feel jealous whenever they see some other cats happily living in a house full of love, warmth and joy? after all, we all need to be loved, don't we?

this girl went back to her old school today. and she got a kick out of seeing the two certificates that she (and five others) won for the school being proudly displayed, even though it's already faded. and she also got all excited seeing the model of the new school building. then again, she gets excited seeing any models of any new buildings. but she is also very puzzled.

like, why the heck do the security guards ask her to sign in, with her i/c no. and stuff like that but dont even bother to ask for her i/c to countercheck? heck, she could have signed in as "lee kuan yew, i/c no. S11111111A" and the guard probably wouldnt have sensed anything amiss. furthermore, her big big big ripcurl wasn't checked la. she could have hidden a bomb, go inside the general office and blow herself (and the rest of the office staff) up. and the headlines would probably end up something like, "LEE KUAN YEW BOMBED GEYLANG METHODIST SECONDARY SCHOOL. 5 PEOPLE KILLED."

changi airport has the same weird problem. send nice police officer up bus. but nice police officer don't check bags. if i am a smart terrorist, i would get my entire gang to board the same bus with bombs in our backpacks. and then, we will dispersed and blow ourselves up simultaneously, thereby effectively blowing up the entire changi airport as well. gah. waste of resources. boosieboosieboo.

IMPORTANT NOTE (especially to the ruling party): these are just my thoughts. i'm not trying to defame you or something. PLEASE DO NOT SUE. have pity. thanks.


my paper heart will bleed.

shall i stay,


there's only one thing i want to do -
turn back time and live my life anew.


would it be a sin?

three little ducklings i once knew,


it has been fifty thousand years since i last blogged.
but if you think you're gonna see a nice long blog today,
YOU ARE SO WRONG.
i am going to sleep.


fat one, skinny one, just like you!

you kick up the leaves,


i think my pms is half-gone.
and it's half-thanks to you, you, you, you and you!
X)

i worry for my brother's kids.
i'm afraid they will end up with some weird combined french-spanish name.
like jean xabi tan.

and since my brother's so lousy in chinese,
the kids will probably end up with some weird chinese name as well.
so i won't be surprised if their full name turns out to be something like,
jean xabi tan yi er san.

on a totally unrelated subject,
please do not watch the da vinci code.
dan brown is rich enough.
thanks.


and the magic is lost.

we promised each other,


there are some people whom i haven't seen in a very long time,
some people whom i haven't talk to in a very long while.
and i just find it hard to believe we were even friends before.

its amazes me how we can drift so far apart in such a short period of time.
its amazes me how the same things can pull people so close together,
and yet drive them so apart later.

friends forever,
you,
me,
we used to say.

but i guess,
there's no such thing as forever.
everything that has a beginning will have an end.

the only exception to that is God's love.
cause His love reigns forever
and ever and ever and ever and ever.


its till the end.

i keep thinking times will never change,


its sad to see how far we have drifted apart in such a short period of time.


keep on thinking things will always be the same.

i've learned the hard way,


the archives are in the process of being expanded to include entries from my previous blog. why? well, in case you didnt know, i'm a damn zi lian person who likes to read my past entries just to see how good i was at blogging bitching. so its more convenient for ME this way, yeah? oh, and i'm a self-centered bitch too. X)

so, i aint going to ammend any entries, not even the so-called "offending" ones. if anybody's unhappy,then too bad lorh. you can try to ask me to remove the entries but i cant see how since a) there's no taggyboard and b) i always appear offline. you can try sms-ing me, but there's no gurantee that your request will be granted.

and as i was reading through these past entries, i realised that my entries have changed. my entries seem to have become more subdued. less angst. less bitching and bastarding. in other words, less interesting and more boring. shrugs. maybe i'm growing up. oh, and i think my readership numbers have fallen! hahaha.

but, like, who cares la. i need to do my gp essay now. bye.


to never let it get that far.

welcome to a new kind of tension,


its election day today!
i hoped everybody voted for the opposition.
>.<


all across the alienation.

who's gonna take your place,


words cant express my gratitude.
but,
anyway,
thank you soooooooooooooooo much hengky and mereith!

and in case you're wondering,
they helped me look for my ez-link card ok.
so they are super duper nice people.
and they deserved to be mentioned in my blog.

and in case you're still wondering,
NO.
i didnt find my ez-link card.
sighs.


there ain't nobody better.

as long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine,


really,
i think we should listen more than we speak.
practice what we preach.
and be content with whatever we have.

we should be less full of ourselves.
and learn about the joy of gossiping,
the joy of giving,
and the art of receiving.

we should dream more.
sleep more.
smile more.
love more.

***

ha. you know how much i scored for my chinese compo? AN AWESOME FIFTY UPON AN AWESOME SIXTY! hahahaha. i think i'm getting smart. =X

colosseum was... ok, i guess. i missed the atlas' cheerleading. wasnt really impressed with the rest, i think. its not that they are no good. i think they are good. and i think its nice. its just that cheerleading is kinda like figure skating? the first you see it, its like, "OH MY GOSH," "WOW," "THAT'S SO COOL, CAN?" and you get all enthralled with the jumps, lifts and stuff. but after a while, you realise that its all the same and the nostalgia just wears off. or maybe its just me.

ctc was... ok too, i guess. shrugs. the aftermath was fun though. haha. had oodles of fun hanging around with michelle, zul and mereith. and i slept for 13 hours (+ 3 hours after 3 hours of staying awake) straight after that. hahaha. =D

and the stupid pap truck has to roll by with, "dear voters, blah blah blah blah blah, lets stay together and move ahead. vote pap. thank you." while i was in the middle of my sleep, thereby waking me up. hucking fell. gah. wake up the youngest daughter and the sister of your voters, would you? I MAKE SURE MY PAPA AND MAMA AND GOR GOR DONT VOTE FOR YOU! hmph.

but of course, i'm just kidding, as usual. please dont sue. and please upgrade my estate. thanks.


i'll be fine.