save your sympathy, who do you think you're fooling?


at last,

MY BROTHER THINKS THAT PETER CROUCH LOOKS GOOD (in a suit, but never mind)!

now i just need to convince the remaining 234534574875124543589765467 non-believers out there. HA.

anyway, did i mention that i think that the 2005 champions league final is the most lovely soccer match ever? i spent like, 30 minutes watching the highlights over and over again. on youtube. hohoho. youtube is like, so cool man. i think.

and i found this from another cool website. "In 2005, the 3rd Students' Council set the benchmark of pride and passion by ensuring that all of its 26 members passed their Promotional Examinations." no prizes for guessing which school this students' council belongs to.

since we are on the subject on promos, let me take this opportunity to wish everybody (and myself) all the very very very best for the promos. i would loooove to wish everybody (and myself) good luck, but as you and i both know very well, we dont need luck for promos. we need a lot of marks. oh, well. add oil sweeties.


everything is dead!

hey, hey,


the top 10 finalists on singapore idol lipsynched yesterday during the results show. cheaterbucks. other than that, the show was okay. kinda sad that jonathan didnt win but i got to see taufik and boo at enegry so everything was fine.

and jonathan was from srjc. wah lao eh. i got that information from wikipedia by the way. and my brother had a fun time trying to rap the anthems of several colleges, namely vj, rj and acj. he gave up when i asked him to rap saj's.

oh, and i watched national geographic, animal planet and discovery channel before i went to sleep yesterday. i feel so much smarter after that. HAHAHAHA.

things to add to "things to do after promos":
16. watch lost 2
17. watch lost 2
18. watch lost 2
19. watch lost 2
20. watch lost 2
21. download prison break
22. watch prison break
23. watch prison break
24. watch prison break
25. watch prison break

ooo la la, everybody's counting down. its 6 days now. hoho.


i wanna be a rockstar.

broken this fragile thing now,


isnt moving to somewhere else better for them?

maybe it is.
i mean,
i guess,
one will never know.

i regret not going to school on friday.
it seems as though i've missed out a lot.

today went something like this.
wham-bam! he's leaving.
and before you know it,
wham-bam-bam! he's leaving too!

there are a lot of things going through my mind now and i dont really know what to say.

everybody's counting down. it was 14 days at the beginning of this week. its 9 days now.


and i can't, i can't pick up the pieces.

bang, bang, goes the broken glass,


if you have attended all those crap motivational workshops, they always tell you to put first things first. so, i'm going to sleep (after blogging).

then some will say you gotta have a plan. you got to PLAN AHEAD. i shall do that too!

THINGS TO DO AFTER THE PROMOTIONAL EXAMINATIONS:
1. go shopping
2. boat/clarke quay and eat DA WAN ZHOU
3. sleep
4. sleep somemore
5. wake up and gloat that some people still have exams
6. sleep
7. play the sims 2
8. sleep
9. watch tv
10. sleep
11. do some constructive stuff, like eating.
12. sleep.
13. play the sims 2.
14. pray that i (and everybody else - i am not a selfish pig okay) will get promoted.
15. repeat 1-14 (excluding 2&5)

oh, gee, i cant wait.

AND the new ipod nano is so freaking ugly. GAH.


and kill all the fags that don't agree.

another blink of an eye,


I FELT PROUD OF MYSELF YESTERDAY.

and i felt proud NOT because a) i passed my chem b) and gp, but because i ACTUALLY READ THROUGH THE GENETICS OF VIRUS before i went to sleep. woo-hoo! i am turning into a muggummer! next week, i will become a normal human and eat vegetables!

right.

i hope i can turn into a sim.


67 is gone.

who cares, let's rock,


#&*@!^$*&(^*$@^&$*^&*!^%&*$%$!!, GAH.

i am in a bad mood, can you tell? and its no thanks to liverpool's humiliating loss to everton. THREE-NIL ok. and to think i sacrificed my sims playing time to watch them play. GAH. and i hate tim cahill. stupid bloody australian who nearly choked gerrard's alonso. i'm surprised that i gerrard didnt fly all the way to goodison park up the field to beat you up. GAH. (by the way, i just realised a few days ago that i've spelt gerrard as gerrad all this while. hahaha.) and poor liverpool no.12. its bad enough to be hit by the ball on the face once, and yet, he kena it twice. i hope it doesnt destroy his handsome face.

speaking of handsome, eh, hahahahahahahahaha, i think peter crouch is actually quite handsome. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i am sorry if you died as a result of reading that statement.

anyway, i celebrated my birthday with rinna, pei shan & martin yesterday! hahahahahahahaha. (if you think that's a bit too late for birthday celebrations, here's some news for you! i have another one lined up after my promos. hee.) so, yeah, we went to kbox and they threw in a surprise birthday cake with an ultraman on it, ok. yayness.

oh, oh, oh! and paul twohill got knocked out of singapore idol. good riddance to bad hair days. =X but bad hair can get you famous very quickly ok. my mom was very excited when she saw singapore idol on the telly. she was like, "EH! they say got one guy the hair cover his eyes one. where, where, where?" me, my brother and my dad had a fun time trying to point out paul to her. i am rooting for jonathan, by the way. he is, what my brother says, "someone that sylvester aspires to be but can never be." hahaha.

i think i am babbling a bit too much, but before i stop, i ask all of you who's reading this to visit mr. brown's website and listen to his last protest island podcast. i nearly died laughing.

btw, i'm in serious deep shit. i didnt revise at all during this hols. oopsieoopsieoops.


cause the party dont stop.

'cause we all just wanna be big rockstars,


from michelle's blog:

4 names you go by: jasmine, jas, ruihuan, tigress/frog/blah.
4 things that scare you: windows at night. people who jump off buildings. death of a loved one. failing my exams. HA.
4 things you are wearing right now: shorts, t-shirt, underwear, glasses?
4 of your favorite bands or musical artists (at the moment): five for fighting, lostprophets, nelly furtado, nickelback.
4 things you want in a relationship (other than real love): eh.
4 truths: i am a human. i have ten fingers. i like to sleep. i am not a bimbo.
4 physical things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex): nice eyes. dimples. tallness. legs that got hair. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
4 of your favorite hobbies: sleep. stone. blog. surf.
4 things you want really badly: to get out of school. extraordinarily high metabolism rate. more sleep. more holidays.
4 places you want to go on vacation: uk, us, sweden, australia.
4 things you want to do before you die: get a degree, get married, have kids, have grandkids?
4 ways that you are stereotypically a dude/chick: i wear skirts. my room is pink. i keep my hair long. i think fernando torres is handsome.
4 things you are thinking about now: sleep. the sims. studies. food.
4 stores you shop at: HAHAHA. i donno.
4 people who should do this: eh, i donno. rinna, jun yu, pin hua, joyce? haha.

btw, andy roddick defeated hewitt, peter crouch scored the winning goal for england and i found out from wikipedia that mauresmo is indeed lesbian. yayness.


and live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars.

if it all ends now,


steve irwin. the crocodile hunter who died due to a stingray's sting. ha.

i guess all of us wanted him to die differently. i guess all of us want him to die, you know, while putting his head into a crocodile's mouth or something. maybe thats when we can wag a finger at him and said, "i told you so."

but, of course, we didnt get to do that. all we got to do was to stare at the news in disbelief. stare at the cause of death in disbelief. i dont know about you, but i dont even know a stingray can sting can? (of course, looking back, i realise i was quite stupid because why else would a stingray be called a stingray if it doesnt sting? but, nvm).

i checked wikipedia and found out that only seventeen people have been killed by stingrays over the past decade. seventeen people. thats like, less than 2 people per year. thats definitely less than the number of people being killed by the big fat crocodiles that mr. irwin loves to play with, isnt it?

its an irony, they say. or maybe God just have a great sense of humour.

no, i am not an steve irwin fan. i didnt watch any of his shows. i guess the fact that i can differentiate between a crocodile and an alligator says it all. or, wait. is there a difference? i have no freaking idea. i love furry things. i have no interest in things that are green and spiky and can eat you up in one big bite.

another death made the headlines today. the death was of that of this young boy. this young boy survived cancer, only to die in a car accident.

God has a sense of humour indeed.

the oldies, my dearest angela pleasant's grandparents died as well. in sim time, they died two days apart. and they fought with the grim reaper and tried to wrestled their life sandclock from him. alas, it was all in vain.

all these deaths just makes me wonder. alot.

and thats not a good thing.


i'm set.

standing on the rooftops,


my class bought a set of tjc uniform for our ct as her teachers' day present.
wahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

(if you are wondering whats the link, my ct was from tj).


everybody scream your heart out.