'cos everybody's changing,


I have been tagged!
by mei.
who was quite sure i wont do this lame thing.
haha.

1. Do the following WITHOUT complains
2. Choose 5 person to do this after you completed yours
3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.
4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.

FAVOURITES
Favourite Colour: white
Favourite Food: chocolates?
Favourite Song: donno.
Favourite Movie: donno.
Favourite Sport: soccer?
Favourite Day of the Week: saturday.
Favourite Season: shopping season.
Favourite Ice Cream: cookies and cream.

CURRENTS
Current Mood: sleepy.
Current taste: apple? (btw, i ate TWO apples today and yesterday. doctors wont be earning my money anytime soon. HA.)
Current Clothes: shirt, shorts, underwear?
Current Desktop: something called peace. haha.
Current Toenail Colour: nail colour?
Curent Time: 2223hours
Current Surroundings: huh. air?
Current Annoyances: i think i stink. sniffs.
Current Thoughts: mid-years

FIRSTS
First Best Friends: qiu tin & qiu yun?
First Crush: hahahahahahaha. donno.
First Movie: either casper, the lion king or the soong (?) sisters
First Lie: hahahahahahahaha.
First Music: ...

LASTS
Last Cigarette: i dont smoke.
Last Drink: uh. plain water. i think.
Last Car Ride: donno.
Last Crush: fat ns man? wahahahahhahahahaha.
Last Movie: cars. X)
Last Phone Call: the mother.
Last CD played: weezer's make believe.

HAVE YOU EVER
Have you ever dated one of your best friend: eh.
Have you ever broken the law: hahahahahahaha. like, duh.
Have you ever been arrested: hahahahahahaha. no.
Have you ever skinny-dipped: hahahahahahaha. no.
Have you ever been on TV: wahahahahahahahaha. yes.
Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: no.

5 things you are wearing: t-shirt. shorts. underwear. spectacles. ah. air?
4 things you done today: eat, sleep, pee, poo. wahahahahahaha.
3 things you can hear right now: kelly clarkson's voice. some backup singer's voice. drum beats.
1 thing you do when you are bored: sleep. X)

5 people to do this? ooooo. donno. if you want to do, then you do lor. i'm lazy to go to your blog and tag. X)

***

btw, i really suck at revising my work. gaaaaaaaaah. i cant stand econs. and bio. not that i've started on them. the only thing i've started on is dearest maths. and i'm only at graphing techniques. sigh. ):

today's match between heats and mavericks so exciting can? okay lah, i think thats because i only watched the overtime. and a few seconds of the last quarter. hahahahaha. DIE MAVERICKS, DIE. and that stupid dirk whatshislastname so gah la. he actually kicked some machine on his way to the dressing room. wa lao. booo. i hoped he injured his foot while kicking it. HA. oh, ya. i know shaq sucks at freethrows. THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU ALL CAN INSULT HIM OKAY. you think you can shoot better than him? huh? huh? HUH? booo. oh, ya. shaq's wife's ugly. gah. how to produce kids as cute as shaq like that, you tell me?


and i dont feel right.

it may sound absurd, but dont be naive,


i think i was supposed to talk about the case of dearest adrian yeo (02/06).

dearest adrian yeo (in case you didnt know) is the gay doctor who got caught by the cid officers for some drug-related offences. he also happens to be, and i'm sure you dont know this, my brother's best friend in primary school. and that is quite worrying, because as most of you know, my brother tends to exhibit certain gay characteristics (like possessing a pink umbrella) and if adrian is gay... well, i really dont want to know what exactly happened between them in primary school.

but, of course, i'm just kidding. nothing happened between them in primary school. and adrian is really a very good boy - my brother and my mother can vouch for that.

i just find this case tragic. just a moment of weakness, and poof! his bright and cheery and $$$$$ future goes up in smoke. if he had resisted a little bit more, blocked that stupid cid officer from his chat account, everything would have been different. yeah, sure, he would probably still be hooked on drugs. but, who knows? maybe he would have gone into rehab or something. maybe.

i just think the cid officers are cunning. and they are mean. i read that there was once where they actually persuaded a woman to sell drugs to them. after the woman sold them drugs, they arrested her. like, what the hell?

which reminds me, next time if a pirated cd/vcd/dvd keep bugging you to buy his/her goods, DONT GIVE IN. who knows? he/she might be a cid officer in charge. and if you buy, you might get arrested and charged for piracy or something. GAH.

back to adrian yeo. so, yeah. its just sad la. and now, his poor parents have to pay $40, 000 because he apparently broke his bond because he has to go to jail (or something like that). that sucks too. he can always continue with his scholarship-funded studies after he comes out what. the government always talk about ex-convicts a second chance, i dont see them practicing what they preach. booooooo.

yeah, sure, he's studying to be a doctor. and doctors are supposed to have a good reputation. but, so what? if he has turned over a new leaf, i'm sure the good and kind singaporeans are willing to let him treat them. after all, singaporeans love this kind of badguy-turns-good stories what. even the tv is full of them.

i rest my case.

by the way, i've completed my cutest guys in the world collection. cutest black in the world = shaq. cutest white in the world = crouch. cutest yellow in the world = fat ns man. YAY. i couldnt be happier.

speaking of crouch, let's talk about the world cup. can i once and for all state that the england vs paraguay match was the most boring match ever to be shown on live tv? my whole family (except my mom, who doenst give a shit about soccer and probably couldnt tell paraguay apart from england) fell asleep while watching it la. my brother was sleeping on the armchair, my father on the sofa and i, um, on the floor.

and i think footballers should stop celebrating as though the goal scored was theirs. the way owen celebrated england's goal against paraguay, my entire family (excluding my mom again) thought he scored ok. garcia also. how dare you take away the credit from my gerrad's alonso. and the camera man is also so dumb to focus on garica instead of alonso. alonso wasnt even in sight la. my brother still thought he was the one who took the corner. >.<

speaking of spain, fernando torres so handsome can? i want him to come to liverpool. and, i heard that le tallec wants to leave. for france. for good. so sad la. i will miss him. i hope he marries a beautiful french girl and have kids soon. then maybe my kid can marry his kid and we can become in-laws! X)

oh, ya. and the people working at nokia centre at century square are quite dumb. they told me to give them my handphone number when i sent my phone for repair. and then, they tell me they couldnt contact me. and i was like, "uh. i dont have a phone now." and they were like, "OH. the line is for the phone you sent for repair?" like, duh. do i look as if i have twenty phone lines? and twenty different phones?!

survey yesterday was quite fun actually. i met a talkative australian guy. a german smoker who keeps saying, "yes, of course" while doing the survey. after i took the survey form from him, i'm tempted to put a "of course" next to every "yes" he ticked. X) i also met some assholes, but i shant be bothered to talk about them.

temasek seminar is quite fun too, actually. i got to visit some cool saf experiment site. if i had never visit that site, i would never have seen that fat ns man. so, correction, temasek seminar is very fun. hahaha. oh, and i got to act too. a super duper short skit. but, still, i got to act. i miss acting. ):

and oh, garfield's birthday's tomorrow! hee. XD

ok la. i think i've crapped enough. i shall go study now.


even heroes have the right to bleed.

don't wait,


HA.

the taggyboard has come back to life.

and its dedicated to michelle tung. huimin. haha.

you better flood the tagboard, i tell you.

AND THE SAME GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU TOO.

peace.

X)


the road is now.

i hear your warnings but we both know,


i am so in love.

with this super duper cute army boy i saw today!

he so red and fat la.

wa lao.

SO CUTE LOR.


i'm gonna look at it again.

so clear,


hucking fell.

i need to mug.

GAH.


like the diamond in your ring.

now faith is being sure of what we hope for,


HA.

its been a long long long time since i last ranted like a mad woman on this blog. then again, its been a long long long time since i last ranted like a mad woman on, uh, anywhere.

i still remember the good old days, the days where i would talk back at sun beh beh and any member of the mighty gang who dares to step on my toes. or the good old days when i would stand up for what i think is right and shoot down what i think is wrong. or even the good old days where my every single sentence is dripped with scarsm. i also remember the good old days where i would not even bother to think twice before writing down what i really feel about certain people and certain stuff. but, those were a long long long time ago.

my devil-may-care attitude has somehow died a certain, silent death. i dont know why and i dont know when. i miss it. and i want it back. because i think i need it. maybe not now, but certainly in the future.

today's meeting makes me ponder. it makes me ponder a lot. too much even.

if there's one thing i cant stand, it is to be accused of something which i did not do. if there has to be another thing i cant stand, it has to be people doubting my committment, my effort.

there's a conversation that happened between me and a big bully a few months ago.

me: asshole.
big bully: say people, say yourself.
me: at least i have an ass. and a hole. you leh?
big bully: i also got what.
me: show me la.
big bully: (silence)

this conversation gives me hope. hope that, you know, hope that one day, you know, i will have that devil-may-care attitude again. that my tongue will somehow sharpen itself again. that everything would be back to once it was again. as i've said, i need it. if not for anything, to protect myself.

after today, i realise the school is a scary place to live in. people who treat you nicely, talk with you, laugh with you might actually just turn around in the next second to stab you in the back. or worse, he/she dont even turn around. they just stab you in the front. one, two, and you're dead.

trust no one, sweetheart. no one. except a few good men. and women. X)

anyway, i think i'm getting a new blog. my entries are getting more, i donno, personal. i need some privacy.


and certain of what we do not see.

after the rain,


TO MY DEAREST READERS (if there are any):

i advise you to stop exchanging songs with your friends online.
after all, your dearest "friend" may turn out to be your dearest cid officer in disguise.
the singapore police is so cunning that i wont be surprised if they resort to hacking into your friends' accounts to catch you in the act.

HA.

(this post is inspired by the very-widely publicised case of dearest adrian yeo. i have a lot of things to say about this case, but, i shall save it for next time. 5 posts within 24 hours is more than enough.)


you will see the sun come out again.

i'm here without you baby,


why is singapore idol called singapore idol and not singaporean idol?
after all, it's american idol not america idol isn't it?
gah.

and aren't i glad that there's gonna be a jasmine in the final 12.
i always root for the jasmines.
we need a jasmine star ok.

i watched the first half of the nba finals just now.
so shitified la.
heats were leading and then, wham-bam! mavericks are on top.

anway, call me crazy.
but i still think shaq is the cutest man alive.
hahahahahahahahahaha.

this is such a weird entry.

my brother is so gay, btw.
and oh, yah, its his birthday today.
HAPPY 27TH, OLD MAN. GET MARRIED SOON.


but you're still on my lonely mind.

if i died,


a few years back,
i dreamt of you.
you were in your fengshan pe attire.

you looked different in my dream.
you were thinner.
your eyes were closer together.
you were alive.

hucking fell.

its like,
one minute i was reading a normal blog entry,
and the next minute i saw your name.

shitified.

i want to know where your grave lies too.
if you were buried, that is.
you may be cremated for all i know.

my gosh.
has it really been three years?

it was four years ago when i last talked to you.
that day was fun,
with the history books, bubble tea & all.

HUCKING FELL LA.


we'd be together now.

once you get on board,


I WANT TO GO IRAQ.
imagine,
i can earn millions just by capturing one of the many wanted criminals there!
X)


say goodbye 'cause you can't go back.

and i don't know what i'm diving into,


i don't know what to blog.
this entry is to let people know that i'm still alive and kicking.
ltc didnt kill me.
though it nearly makes me wanna kill myself.
it gave me FIVE blue-blacks on my legs ok!
booooooooooooooooooo.


just hanging by a moment here with you.