you're staring me down,


alonoso looks so so so so so so so so so so handsome after he cut his hair. before that, he was only so so so so so so so so so handsome.


a glance makes me weak.

the walls start breathing, my mind's unweaving,


i made this cute mouse in school today. and i used it to scare the fat cat downstairs when i reached home. couldn't play with her for long though, i needed to pee.

there's so much i want to talk about, so much i want to say. but, i guess, some things are better left unsaid.

yesterday was one of those days when you just want to walk onto a road and hope that a car crash into you. today was much slightly better. hahaha.


maybe it's best you leave me alone.

when you fall,


look, I ENJOY PLAYING WITH THE STRAY CATS AT MY HOUSE VOID DECK OK.

you think they are not clean. you think they are dirty. but who are you to judge them to be dirty?

have you seen they way the shit and clean themselves? have you? HAVE YOU?

oh, no. of course not. they are too dirty for you to give them a second glance.

GAH.

and yes, my mum knows about my cat fetish. i wont say she approved of it and i wont say she liked it but, she KNOWS.

besides, what's so wrong about playing with cats that my mom should know about it?

double GAH.

LYING IS AN ART OK. and not everybody can lie. if you are not one of them, dont attempt to. BOOO!

anyway, i haven't been watching soccer recently. especially after the incident a few weeks ago when the moment i switched from da chang jin to espn, chelsea scored. sigh.


everyone sins.

can't keep believing,


what i wrote in my chemistry paper:

"intracellular hydrogen bonding."

what the teacher wrote back in return:

"too much bio."

haha.

oh, and the stray cat with prominent nipples gave birth to four extremely cute and gorgeous kittens.

YAY.


we're only deceiving ourselves.

her feelings she hide,


someone, please tell me what's worse - losing faith or losing hope?

either way, it doesn't really matter, i guess.

after all, i'm losing both.


her dreams she can't find.

think about the love inside the strength of heart,


results day is always a funny event.

in one corner, you have this bunch of people who are cursing over that stupid careless mistake they made in their paper that caused them their a. or b.

and in another corner, you have another bunch of people who are looking at the previous bunch, knowing that no matter how many carless mistakes they made, the fact is they still failed. failed, with a big fat capital u.

its really sad when you see people complaining about the b they got even though there are people behind them crying over the f u they got.

be contend with whatever you have, sweeties. sure, it's nice to be top. it's nice to know you beat everyone else. trust me, I KNOW. i get a kick everytime i top any class for anything (and an extra kick if that class happened to be a class full of hardcore muggers). yes, being top is something. but it isnt every single fucking thing.

sad to say, we often fail to keep that in mind.

i wont state my grades, it's not my style. i would most likely get promoted, most likely staying in the same class. but, honestly, whats the point of getting promoted or staying in the same class if the people i love, the people i adore aren't there with me?

results day is a funny event. it is a also a sad one.

its a cruel jc. but then again, its a cruel world.

4 more papers to go.


think about the heroes saving life in the dark.

tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,


alamak la, i didnt manage to do a lot of things that i wanted to do after the promos. i still havent reinstall my sims la. gah.

and lost 2 is less that 20% downloaded (prison break's even worse) cos my internet connection is a bit screwed up. so much for that broadband shit. GAH.

my brother installed sim city 4. i think i shall go play. hahahahahahaha.

oh, yah. i dreamt that premala suresh, the department head of chemistry for mjc got killed in a car crash. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA...

not.

sorry, my mood change very fast.

i dont know how many people know this, but i dont advocate for blogs which are kept as private. i feel that a blog should be open. everybody should be able to access it. to read it. to link it. if you dont want anybody to do that, THEN DONT SET UP A FREAKING BLOG LA.

at least, that was what i thought.

the thought of setting up another blog, a private one has been popping up in my mind quite a few times over the year. i guessed maybe it's because i have used up all the pages in my diary and i really need a place where i can put down what i really think about certain events, certain stuff and certain people.

or maybe it's because i do not know the people who are reading this blog. i really dont. i have a faint idea, but not a solid one. and it wasnt like this in the past. sometimes, i would like people to tag after they read so that i have an idea who the hell is reading. but, i cant force people to do that, can i? after all, i no longer tag after i read finish reading one's entry. and because i dont know who's reading, i stop blogging about certain events, certain stuff and certain people lest some people get hurt.

some of you may say that i should just you know, blog about what i really think about certain events, certain stuff and certain people. like what i did in the past. but, i guess, the issue last year thought me a lot. yes, i know, its MY blog, i can say what i want to say. i cant and i wont deny that. but, that issue (coupled with some other issues this year and the past) made me realise that words can hurt. yes, its my blog, but i dont want to hurt anybody's feelings. i think its mean. i still stand by what i wrote, but i guessed i could have put it across in a gentler manner. i'm sorry.

i havent been blogging as regularly as i did in the past. and even when i did, most of the times, i blog about stuff that i dont really feel a lot for. the "emo" posts are probably the most "real" posts and even so, i refrain from writing more.

am i making any sense?

i dont know.

maybe its time to take another break.

we shall see.


oh let's go back to the start.

though he has all of his toys,


contrary to popular belief, i did not spend the past few days playing the sims 2. its not because i dont want to. ITS BECAUSE IT KEEPS CRASHING AFTER FIVE MINUTES. sigh. i think i downloaded too much things. so i'm gonna reinstall the sims and delete the downloaded stuff which i dont really use. meanwhile, i am going to download more things. wahahahahha.

i think i dont make any sense.

anyway, i went to vivocity yesterday. its really big. and smelly. at least, the toilets were. boo. oh, and the cinema was a little bit hard to find... then again, with a mall as big as this, everything is a little bit hard to find. to make matters worse, it's connected to harbour front point at some parts. so, ooo la la, one minute you are happily admiring vivocity and the next minute you will be like, "eh. isn't this harbour front point?"

so, yeah, we were at the cinema to catch this movie called scoop. and it was a great movie. furthermore, we watched it at hall 12. hall 12 is more popularly known as europa (or something). europa (or something)is, in turn, probably more popularly known as "the hall that very little people go to because it screens weird movies that nobody can understand except film critics," otherwise known as "the hall where art flicks are shown." so i feel quite smart leaving the hall (and the beautiful green chairs and wooden 'table') cause now i can boast to people, "i went to catch an art flick. and not only did i understand it, i also enjoyed it." wahahahahahhahaa.

sorry, i make no sense.

woody allen is so cute, by the way. i wonder if he has a wife. i hope he has a wife and that his wife is as cute as him. and that they have tons of grandchildren. then next time my kids can marry their grandchildren and i will have cute grandchildren.

i think i really make no sense.

ah, well. the promos probably fried my brain and ate it for breakfast while i was still sleeping.


he is never having fun.

you walked away, you stole my life,


oooooooooooo lala. i have slept a lot and i have gloated that people still have, hahahahahaha, promos. so i'm off to play my sims 2 now.

the haze is like, so bad. i hope it gets worse then we dont have to go to school! =D

by the way, i not only think esther lai was a bloody hardcore mugger back in her jc days but i also think she was a retainee. that's why she's so hell-bent on getting all of us to retain. boobooboo!

btw, i think using "bloody" as an adjective is so fun. hahahaha.


just to find what you're looking for.

you expect me to just let you hit it,


to whoever is marking my chemistry paper:

i would really really really really appreciate it if you would take the time and effort to decipher my handwriting. PLEASE DO. if not, i would really die.

other than that, chemistry was so-so. it would be amazing if one has like, 1 extra hour and a mechanical hand.

ONE MORE DAY TO JOY, JOY, AND MORE JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!

anyway, i think esther lai was probably a hardcore mugger when she was young. no wonder her hair so white now. HA. i seriously hope the entire cohort can promote so that we can laugh/smirk/snort at her face and say NANNY NANNY POO POO.


but would you repsect still respect me if you get it?

if you rudebox me,


i SWEAR i want the whole, entire bloody cohort to fail their bio paper with an u so that the bloody school cant possibly retain the whole lot of us...

or can they?

and to think i still dreamt of phosphorylation... or however you spelt it. which, SHIT, reminds me, i think i misspelt alot of words.

$#!^$*&@%^*&@%^&$%(*$^$(&$^


anyway, chinese was rather fun... at least the aftermath was. my beggar met zhihan's beggar. HAHAHAHAHAHA. sorry, inside joke.

i'm off to sleep now. byee.

TWO MORE DAYS TO JOY, JOY AND MORE JOY!


i'll rudebox your whole crew.

i can resist everything,


i have this sneaky feeling that i kinda screwed my econs.

anyway, i was watching style star just now and i found another dumb celeb - uma thurman!

interviewer: people say you have great GENES. what do you think?
uma thurman: blah blah blah. i love levi's JEANS.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

so, yeah. i think without e! entertainment, your cable tv subscription is worthless.

3 more days to JOY, JOY AND MORE JOY! but first, i need to shit then study my bio. byeee.


except temptation.

yes, i will run the race,


me, muhaimin & hengky declared that the first step to passing gp is to bring along your jacket. so to those freaks who somehow managed to survive the whole paper with a damn jacket, GOOD LUCK.

and if you think the pain inflicted on your fingers by social studies is bad, you obviously never had a chance to meet its bigger and badder counterpart. otherwise known as h2 economics.

FOUR MORE DAYS TO JOY, JOY AND MORE JOY! i can hardly wait. =D


till i see Your face.