sometimes i wanna call you,


as i was jaywalking across the road today, i was thinking, you know, how nice if a nice car was to zoooooom past me right now and send me flying across the road. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE. and that would be it. no more joy, no more sorrows, no more tears, no more fears, no more whatever. i think it's good to be dead. sorry, i correct that. i think its REALLY REALLY good to be dead.

anyway, i think i look really scary when i'm not my usual whatever self. but, anyway, i seriously don't think i'm going to be back into my usual self for some time, so i guess people just have to get used to it. give me time. and so, i apologise in advance if i were to give anybody irritated replies, or no replies at all when you talk to me over the next few ______.

i'm kind of having a headache now. i hope it is a sign of greater things to come. the greater things, of course, being sick for the next 64768645345475754524 days so that i won't have to go anywhere. i can just eat medicine and sleep and wake up and eat medicine and sleep. the best thing of course, will be not to wake up at all!

i think i sound suicidal. HA. don't have to fear for my life though, i am not that stupid to do anything silly, no matter how much i feel like it.

this shall be my last blog entry for a very long time.

i am tired.


but i know you won't be there.

when darkness turns to light,


i take back my words alright. NOT ALL THE J1S ARE BLOOOODY. majority of them are, but not all. and i say this because i just smiled at/talked to/kena hair pulled by some j1s today. and some of them are really really nice. but of course, majority of them are bloody assholes. HA. :X

anyway, i am getting sick of all the teachers. even those teachers whom i personally adore, they are starting to sicken me. they make me want to scream, shout and holler at them. like, %^$%^#*&@#*($&*($&@*($. school is sick can. why must we have education anyway. its' not as though they are gonna help us live or something. honestly, what are we going to do with all the organic/algebra/evolution/spectroscopy/consumption shit when we grow up?

and if you are not going to bother, then i am not really going to care either. its' lame, its' sick, its' childish, but that's the way things are. good luck to us.

because hsin mei is the first NEW person to tag (let us all fall sick together then), i shall too reward her by blogging about her new famous quote. actually, its not really a quote. its just that she thought the new secretary general was from korea. NORTH korea. hahaha. she damn funny can. :X

anyway, if i was the bloody education minister, i will strip education altogether. BYE.


it ends tonight.

maybe someday,


i think brad pitt & angelina jolie are like, the dog man woman of hollywood. I HATE THEM CAN. even though i still think brad pitt is like really handsome, I STILL HATE HIM. bloody asshole.

i want the iphone. if it has good reviews and if apple doesn't release a new ipod (haha! who am i kidding).

i think ugly boys should go and wear braces. it will make them look, like 42756743245754152 times more handsome.

i hope i fall sick again because school has been really really really sick. and the bloooody j1s are not helping. sorry, i just don't like people who a) queue for lectures b) rush in into lts even before the lecture is finished c) wait outside the classroom like 536786753454gazillion seconds before the bell rings and d) talk back at their seniors and block their seniors way. ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM RUSHING TO GO HOME AND LIKE, SLEEP. STUPID BLOODY CHAO AH BENG, go and die can.

i love the word bloody. :)


tag replY (OI, TAG CAN. reply to one person very boring can. hahahahaha):
kahfai: I WISH I HAVE YOUR J1s. can we like, exchange them or something?


you will end these tears and go.

a little piece of me grows old,


i think lostprophets' can't catch tomorrow is such a wonderful, lovely song.

and i am really really really really really tired. i wish that when i go to sleep tonight, i will wake up tomorrow as this little young kid and that whatever that had happened to me over the past seventeen years was just a long long dream. but, of course, i felt pain when i slapped myself so this is definitely not a dream. so, i just wish that when i go to sleep tonight, i will never wake up. HA.

anyway, since kahfai is the first to tag (great minds think alike!) and i just played a childish trick yesterday that reminded me about TWO things, i might as well say it out as his prize. you owe me a chocolate. haha.

1) kop-ing your house keys and forgetting to return to you at the end of the day.
2) asking you for the class keys and have you thinking that i was screaming "KISSSSSSSSSSS" instead of "KEEEEEEEEEEEYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."

happy happy happy happy blooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooody eighteen to my dearest peishan and elizabeth. seven more months and we can all go watch m18 movies together. hooray.

by the way, can all my jc fellow friends reply me. DO YOUR BLOODY J1S QUEUE UP FOR ENTRANCE TO THE LECTURE THEATRE????


tag replies!
rinna: you sound sick in the first post, greedy in the second post, and mad in the third post. hahaha.
martin: huh. so your full name is martin shing yu? SO FUNNY. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CRASH MJ anyway?
peishan: i have to do my homework. misery loves company. :( we must go and celebrate your bloody eighteen!


i keep on walking down this road.

here i am to worship,


i adore yearbooks. and after looking through mjc's yearbook, i must say, gm's yearbooks suck can? yeah, sure, it's so much more better than all the 48645154534 secondary schools out there, but it still sucks as compared to mj's.

anyway, i really did fall sick yesterday. HA. i should like, curse myself more often.

TO MARTIN SHING WHATSYOURCHINESENAME, here's your tagboard. u better tag i tell you, if not you will die! hahahahaha. thanks for the lao po bing and remember to crash mj!

i miss the song book and the sing-spa-ration times.


here i am to bow down.

sorry's not good enough,


I DID A GOOD DEED TODAY.

i helped a little girl carry her family's ultra long bamboo pole all the way up to the ninth floor! she climbed up with me. and, OHMYGOSH, she has to wait till we are on our second break at the sixth floor to tell me she's asthmatic. so scary can? thank goodness she didn't have an attack on her way up. i will die, i tell you.

anyway, she's really a sweet little thing. and it breaks my heart to learn that her family can't afford an inhaler. :(

and i actually worry over the fact i can't afford a camera. and a new phone (BECAUSE MY PHONE SCREEN HAS TWO CRACKS, AND IT'S NOBODY'S FAULT THIS TIME, DAMNIT!). so, yeah, as cliche as it might seem, we should just count our blessings and move on. and something like that.

anyway, i think the new batch is full of bloodyhardcoremuggers. i am sorry, but that is the whole truth, the absolute truth and nothing but the truth. and to those who complained about mugging and still go to the library and mug, i have one thing to say - you guys are seriously weird. or in denial. or something.

sweeties, trust me. this is just the beginning. if you think partial fractions is like the worst thing that can happen to you or the most difficult thing in the whole entire world, you obviously haven't seen anything yet. HA.

our seniors probably thought the same thing.

ANYWAY, I AM SO TIRED. i hope i fall sick soon so that i can sleep. come on, whatever bacteria and viruses that is out there, COME ON AND ATTACK ME. i will make sure my immune system lose the war!


why are we breaking up?

as we go on, we remember,


so, this is my first post of 2007! am i late or what?

anyway, orientation was goooooooooooooooood. like really really goooooooooooooood. like super freaking awesomely good. but before i start on orientation, let me present to you my THEORY OF STUPIDITY - stupid people take physics. stupider people take bio. stupidest people take econs. not bad, huh? not yet 18 and i already had a theory to my name. HA.

so, yeah. orientation. it was really good. but not as good as the aftermath where i spent hours and hours indulging in my favourite source of entertainment. speaking of which, i think the younger generation's blogging skills suck alright. and that's part of the reason why i'm having such a fun time indulging in my favourite source of entertainment (which by now, should be obvious what kind of entertainment it is).

so, yeah. orientation. it was really really gooooooooooooooooooooood. miranda was like, awesome. and so was atlas (i finally learnt the more more more more cheer today, thank goodness). i am so looking forward to road race anyway. HA. i want to run for road race. and get mc for the rest of the year because my teacher is the freakingunclechoy and i will probably just die if i have to train under him for napfa. especially considering the fact that i've not done p.e. for over a year.

oh, yeah. orientation. it was really good. i think everybody did a great job - the council, the ogls, the freshies. its times like this that makes me miss being an ogl, miss being a freshie. and it's times like this that does not make me regret choosing mj over that cheena school.

speaking of which, DEAREST STUDENTS OF THE CHEENA SCHOOL: just because you wear a uniform that resemble some iron (II/III?) precipitate doesn't mean you are damn smart alright.
smart maybe, but not damn smart. so stop looking at me as though i am some stupid bimbo who can't study for nuts and thus ending in mj. fyi, i CHOSE alright. stupidbloodyidiots. go back to china and learn some new cheers can.

speaking of china, i just realised something today. singaporeans normally associate the word "racist" with the chinese (or jun yu, but that's another story). i mean, really. i seriously doubt people associate malays or indians with the word "racist." well, I don't. so, anyway, i realised that that association is seriously flawed. I BET THERE ARE JUST AS MANY MALAY AND INDIAN RACISTS AS THERE ARE CHINESE RACISTS. i mean, really. i bet they are making jokes about chinese behind our backs in their languages. oh, well.

orientation was really really really great.

but lessons are TOTALLY NOT GREAT. i am stupider and stupidest alright. i don't even know why am i taking the subjects i am taking. :( i don't know what i want to study in the university. :(

time honestly flies. a year or two from now, we will all be in the BIG U mugging our assess off for a bloody degree. to think that 11 years ago, we were just a little scrawny primary 1 kid whom everybody think is cute. has it really been 11 years? like, WOW. i wonder what will life be like 11 years from now. i will be 28. gee, i hope i get to sit first class by then. hahahahahahaha.

ok la, i running out of things to talk about liao. SEE YOU IN A GAZILLION DAYS TIME. BYE.


all the times we spent together.