butter my fly

sewer walking

2006-04-20T16:16:00.000-07:00

Sewer Walking

You and me,
we used to talk
like a river
underground.
The sewer where
we used to walk,
the hole at the end
empties to out
to the pier
where paper boats
disappear.
Me, I try
to send this note,
float it
like a paper boat,
but paper sinks
and words are weak.
I try,
but I don't speak.

bahh

2006-04-05T23:01:00.000-07:00

butter my fly. i'm sitting on my bed looking at the screen, fascinated by the blinking cursor. yes, a wonderful example of human existence at it's lamest.

So you sailed away

Into a grey sky morning

If I could take you away
Pretend I was queen
What would you say
Would you think I'm unreal'
Cause everybody's got their way I should feel
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything
Everything...
Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay

2006-03-29T23:25:00.000-08:00

stupidity is riding the train from east to west consecutively day after day. but despite the immense stupidity of this stooped madness, we're still so smiled.

till you come back to me

2006-03-21T23:26:00.000-08:00

Though you don't call anymore
I sit and wait in vain
I guess I'll rap on your door
Tap on your window pane
I want to tell you Baby
The changes I've been going through
Missing you.
Listen you
'till you come back to me
That's what I'm gonna do

pointless

2006-03-09T23:46:00.000-08:00

pointless blah. i've hit a quarter life crisis. everyday, i wake up in the afternoon and laze around my house in my boxers till the late afternoon before proceeding to the shower to rid myself of any health danger. it's become so much so like a ritual, an utterly meaningless ritual. and somtimes i wonder how i've stooped to this: meaning-bloody-less. so anyway, in my most recent meaningless ritual, i chanced upon something. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. C.S. Lewis but then Mr lewis loved and got married so his actions contradicts his saying hence it now can be deemed as pointless. so basically, it's meaningless once again.

everything is meaningless. -Ecclesiastes

2006-02-20T17:31:00.000-08:00

the effect of a compliment. a MOMENT with my mommy.
' mommy, you are so cool, you know.'
'i'm not cool, where got cool? i'm HOT.'
ah yes, the effect of a momented compliment.

2006-02-20T00:40:00.000-08:00

edited* we are so smiled.
mac and photos, baileys and pink panther, mr darcy and lizzie.. the perfect combi for fun nights.

14/02/06

happy valentines elisa.

vdayed

2006-02-14T23:10:00.000-08:00

how do i loathe thee? let me count the ways.
blah, it's been somewot like a flooding menstrual. the whole entire place is bleeding with coupledom, chocolates, roses and plenty of smooching. it's weird how so many couples celebrate some dead guy's day but yet still fail to remember the more important note of how everyday in any relationship should be valentines. i mean it's pretty ridiculous to declare your-everlasting-undying-eternal-love for each other on one particular day and then wait for another year before you do the exact same thing again.

blah, be romantics and let loose in a syke world.

so anyway, here we were looking like we were about to head to ching chang while there, the girlies and guys were all dressed up and made up looking forward to wotever it is they look forward to. although i must say, i think we pretty much had a bloody brillant time then anybody else, causual blings and commute bangs.

out of reach

2006-02-13T02:03:00.000-08:00

Knew the signs wasn't right
I was stupid for a while
Swept away by you
And now I feel like a fool
So confused,
My heart's bruised
Was I ever loved by you?
Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach, Couldn't see
We were never meant to be

2006-02-04T13:28:00.000-08:00

more than words. the evening at kopibean where we practically nested our arse's in the smooth chairs laughing, having tickle fights and breaking down the stone hard mud pie. to my favourite two girls, more than words is really wot we are.

so this year's ang pow collection is also quite a 'more than words' one. the oldy folks have downgraded, either that or they must have lost more in their mahjong sessions. but the best part is still always there, haha the push-around cart is currently becoming my favourite spot at home. especially those white butterfly looking things that taste so ridiculously good, it's tempting enough to look at it, so imagine eating it.. oooooooo

'more than words is all i have to say'

reee-write

2006-02-01T22:30:00.000-08:00

the fragility of her heart
made her someone who didn't express herself.
she would stand silently,
observing from afar,
smiling when he smiled,
laughing when he laughed,
silently dreaming of the day he would be hers.
the romantic she is,
the chauvinist he is,
worlds apart,
he walked her by.
she never dared,
courage wasn't her strong point.
the simple moments she shared,
were already sunsets at dawn
ample to soothe her soul.

just one of my inner thoughts.
'remember when we were alone and i was singing my song for you'

how do i loathe thee? let me count the ways

2006-01-27T00:53:00.000-08:00

the maddening thing.

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you do your hair.
I hate the way you mess my things.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb sneakers,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

and i guess that's the worse thing to realise that no matter how much of a lost cause a person is, letting go is still the most damn difficult thing to do. there's just too much master jedi bull going around in this fancy pancy prophaghandistic world.

doosh

2006-01-25T22:40:00.000-08:00

life's a bitch, she said.
some things are like fart. they stink, they smell and they silently kill you. some people too are like fart. they poke their nose into the surrounding and give their damned opinions about everything. but the thing about fart is that after a while, it will diffuse into the atmosphere, unlike these people who still linger on in places that do not want them. cause frankly, everytime they go away, it actually kinda makes my day. blah, blah, blahbalahba.

train ride to our bak chor mee and bubble tea.

hippie

2006-01-19T23:58:00.000-08:00

the colourful clothings, the garang accessories, the flower power vechicles and the famous hitch-hiking thumb. remember the love-peace days?
psychedelic rock, psychedelic love.
the hippie days.

bad days.

we all have them. and sometimes it's nice to have someone who shares it with you while sulking in quiet pondering. hence in painted roses or bleeding hearts, we smile because of them.

i don't believe in many things but in you i do.

something

2006-01-17T22:20:00.000-08:00

Something inside me is breaking. Something inside says there's somewhere better than this... yeap there's definetly somewhere, someone, something or anything that is better than ipc or the saddistic narcissis teaching it.

Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in his eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you he's in love with me

man u

2006-01-15T00:28:00.000-08:00

the man in a funny red sheet.

oh man u
how could you lose.
so man u lost the bleeding match to man city. darn. it's so spastic, especially since i was the only ardent fan in the midst of fellow anti-man u.

but it was fun.
saha the man of the sand

rain

2006-01-11T22:45:00.000-08:00

More than some pretty face beside a train.
sometimes, one just wants to crawl under the comforter with a big mug of hot chocolate and allow their heart to beat fast and slow all at once as the rain pours.

wake up sleepyhead, wake up.

it's been freezing arsely, the idea to even victoria secretizing has become a no-no. the green grassy patches have been flooded so bad that one is able to reminansce on the way home. as i was walking back from semei, i remembered vietnam. i remembered elisa and her 'come wot may', shyanne and 'the silly door handle' and xanthe and 'the hidden shoes'. ahh, a little bit of the old days.

blah

2006-01-08T03:06:00.000-08:00

"masked faces" they would shout.
their own stupidity leading them on.
she played the role of his two time girl.
and then reality bit.
just like that,
she's empty and broken again.

she should have known better.

look at me looking at you.

gracias 05

2005-12-31T17:10:00.000-08:00

woah. tributes, tributee, tributing.
the year is ending and i'm just adjusting to being 18. it's so fast, how we keep leaping from one to the next. but all in all, i have to say, this one's been a vibrantful year. full of laughter, whacko nutties, bollocking madness, royal clowning, bombastic train rides.... i've learned alot, and got a foothole on being wise. looking back ,probably one of the coolest memorable year.people say start of the year with resolutions but i beg to diffr.resolutions are too pressurising and in the end it never gets checked or done or doggone. it's still there *haunts* SO NEXT YEAR SHALL BEGIN WITH ME EMBRACING AND A GRACIAS TO THE BIG MAN WHO WATCHETH OVER ME AND THEN SOME WINE.*ear to ear*
so moodfest and drink up,for next year shall we meet .

blah

2005-12-29T01:23:00.000-08:00

crack my bones you old mad brag.

bimbotic moments, we all have them.
and i guess it's bollocking maddness.
and despite our gender differences, our unequalities..
if you think about it,
we're pretty much the same.

mooning me mooning you across the red light.

hah

2005-12-22T02:30:00.000-08:00

his big, ruggard hand holding hers in the cold.
as the sun begun to set at one end, an old couple was sitting on the bench at the park. taking in the simpler things in life, they seemed contented with looking at the scenery. sudden gusts of wind blew and the fragile old lady shivered. her husband rubbed her shoulders gently and warmly. as they continued their simple moments, the old lady's hand was snuggled safe and warm in her husband's big and ruggard hand.
sweet, strong, silent romance that puts many things to shame but yet at the same time gives forth a glimmer of hope.

for the record, i shall state here that Mr Jonathan Jung is quite a good singer and not a monotone dragger. and this is not written out of fear or threats or blackmailing bull. this was written by my own free will, but however if he does call me nuts, i will will the strength to smother him or kick him in my dainty ten dollars slippers.

'that's why i'm easy, easy like sunday morning.'

impressions.

2005-12-22T01:25:00.000-08:00

muck, schmuck.

first impressions, well sometimes they are not always right.

i gotta go take a leak.

20/12

2005-12-20T23:03:00.000-08:00

my karmapuchia'
it's been a long time since lecture had some hilarity. sheer johnathan hilarity. the silly bloke got saboed into singing no, scratch that, into monotoning christmas carols. and having the best seat, i would say it was pretty exotic.. bleeding mad exotic. such amusement will last me till i'm old and wrinkled. infact, today's date will be one for keeps. kling klung kong.

the song playing now is come back to bed and looking up,the night velvet sky starts looking like smooth black silk such that one is tempted to:
'and we sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again'

colourless

2005-12-13T05:59:00.000-08:00

the evening had been alot like that day.
the colours had been almost surreal,
so bright in the crisp november air,
as the sun kept trying to break through,
only to be overcomed by thick chunks of clouds,
which turned everything gray.
sunshine and shadow
yin and yang

in someways,

muffled cries whispered in the quiet silence of the night.

makes nothing more than a colourless watercolour .

hey beautiful

2005-11-24T23:00:00.000-08:00

he said hey beautiful.
she smiled the whole day.

it's funny how two simple words can brighten a day.

365 days later

2005-11-20T17:55:00.000-08:00

two boys blues

impulse reactions are somewot comforting to the soul.
or maybe its because i'm someone full of bollocking coward's pride,
without bravery and without balls
yeah definetly without balls.

yucks

2005-11-14T21:49:00.000-08:00

so recently, i was up thinking. i realised i was probably a gongkia in the worse posssible scenario. certain people think they deserve respect, trust and sympathy from you when all they do is bull around. and since they like to bull so much, why don't they just become a bull and frolick in the mud? but if they would become a bull, it would somehow be insulting to the bull. so they should be scums.the scum that feeds on the pond. the scum that feeds on the algae that feeds on the pond.or maybe they should just save us all and shoot themselves. frankly, i'm getting really sick of everything they try.

change

2005-11-09T22:33:00.000-08:00

i used to look to you for comfort.
i used to love to hear your stories.
i used to await your moments.
but then you changed
and i guess i had enough of your rambling.
it's time to walk away,
leaving you behind.

people never fail to amuse, never fail to maketh a fool and never fail to do the inevitable thing- change.

hostel me hose you

2005-11-05T02:05:00.000-08:00

hostel me hussle you.
the thrills of a hostelite.
we share:
the bathroom
the kitchen
the corridor
the fridge
the stove
the electricity
we care:
for our individual room
and ourselves and noone else.

i'm slumbering with my sister.. and we have found an exotic game to play.. yeap we've all gone bloody bollocks.. thrilling hostelites.

aerobics

2005-11-04T19:44:00.000-08:00

'nanny nanny boo boo you cannot catch me'
creativity is a part and parcel of life. but isn't creativity suppossed to be inspirational.. anyway in the all rounded educating school of mine, there is a class called cats on a friday. creative and appiled thinking skills. go figure. actually the class would have been fun if not for the teacher. firstly, he thinks he's some bleeding salesman trying to convince everyone to change course and then his lessons are like some freaking dumex commercial. 'right brain supports creativity and left brains support logical thinking' right, i seriously wonder, where they get these people from. but anyway thanks to the all rounded educating school, we have a de-stressed class right after cats. and guess wot the girls and i will be doing? AEROBICS.. hah' we've all gone bloody mad.. 'now to the count of eight, move to the beat, knee up and pull, pull, pull' the instructor's from california fitness so he's expected to be goodlooking. and probably egotistical, a chauvinist and more likely gay.. not that i have anything against that cause he'll be the most enetertaining sport. hah'
'nanny nanny boo boo how bloody exotic'

not much

2005-11-02T04:42:00.000-08:00

i'm looking at me looking at you.
i realised i've been staring blankly alot lately. on the train, infront of the boob tube, even in a conversation. then people ask me for my views and by some gravatational pull i'm sucked into reality which tells me that i have no idea wot they were talking about because i wasn't listening. so i smile like an idiot. so bloody exotic.
it's been bleeding scorching.. the freaking weather.. burning my chocolate skin or so i like to think.
2 weathers in one place.
the sun was setting at one end while at the other end, dark clouds companied by strong gusts of wind gathered and there i was in the middle, soaking in the feel. the feel of being in 2 weathers at one place.

there's a bird that when speaking makes no sense and this bird never stops yakking. bloody long-winded and a naggercore. no prizes for guessing who.

nahnahnah

2005-10-04T10:17:00.000-07:00

the society we live in makes people not feel good about themselves. so be a narcissis, be darn proud of yourself and say screw the society. nasty..
today was couch potato day. quite fun actually, a serious quality time with the boob tube and myself. sat around, channel surfed, sighed at every advertisement, tubbed some ice-cream, before finally deciding on cartoons.. hah, bloody exotic ain't it. later i decided that i was damaging my health so i went for a run. and boy did i run(the other joggers probably thought i was mad), so fast as though a thousand alien bugs were chasing me(must be influential cartoons), so that i would be able to resume my couch potato moments. how very contradicting. *edited*
now csi has begun, there's a woman lying on the floor with maggots crawling out of her head but here's the catch, the woman is still alive. exciting.. so i shall stop blogging and end off with wot a pleasant day i had. yeap pleasant day. captain planet might just come down and shoot maggots into my head.
' i'm 65 years old and my boyfriend's mother hates me.' and you thought this happens to 18 year olds only.

2005-10-03T06:49:00.000-07:00

watched four brothers on friday. the depth and morals part was quite good but the revenge part wasn't exactly a full blast. they should have had more shootings.. anyway, the movie will be a good one if you have good company which fortunately i had.
night was bollocking silly and a serious whacking hilarity. ann wherefore art thou? *poot*
went to fish and co on sat to celebrate aunty floor's birthday. it was superbly retarded.. we were probably the waiter's (kenneth) favourite table. older ladies and their harmless firlting, major forehead slapping and mimicking fake accents.. how exotic.. we had a major laughing fit.
the kopitiam was pretty quiet for the night.. the beer lady ran out of business.
yesterday was a surprise, pearl's back early like superbly early. but at least we can be tuesday people again. hah, wot bloody cheapskates.
went to savanah condo park today. i nearly died. had to speak mandrin to the lights tech. speak chinese? hah, i haven't spoken or written proper sentences in a year.. so i fumbled but he understood. luckily. so anyway, the place is really nice. very african safari kind of feel. they had these animal statues all around the place and from a certain angle they looked pretty real. spooky..
i was listening to songs with titles that had goodbye. and realizaton dawned. these songs were the saddest kinds. really. it's pretty sadistic cause in the end the cycle continues and the listener becomes sad after hearing it. then while the narcissists' artistes go to their emmys, the poor listener stays at home brooding over that sad piece of music. wot bloody cows. why are these artistic blokes such pillows? beats me. so start a revolution. listen to goodbye songs on a happy day so you can cuss at the one who sings and writes it. how exotic.

seesaw

2005-09-29T08:04:00.000-07:00

i recently did up my room. all my artsy fartsy stuff are off the floor and on the walls. my cupboard is so neat and my table is so clean. gosh.. that is so martha stewart. so the satisfaction of finally getting something that has been a piority done feels so ridiculously good. and when you feel good, you feel good. then you get so smiled and then you walk around like a silly retard singing in your boxers and making loud emphasizing noise, then everyone laughs at the utter madness and all goes insane again. how exotic.
i was looking through old stuff and found this particular nostalagic poem by thom gunn.

SEESAW

Nights are dark
We play see-saw
In the park.

Look at me
And my friend
Freckleface
The other end.

Shiny board
Between my legs
Feet crunch down
On the twigs.

I crouch close
To the ground
Till it's time
Up i bound.

Legs go loose
Legs go tight
I drop down
Like the night.

Like a scale
Give and take
Take and give
My legs ache.

So it ends
As it begins
Off we climb
And no one wins.

remember those days?

2005-09-27T00:56:00.000-07:00

i think that the greatest irony of life is it's length. they say life is short. but seriously, i doubt so. life is the longest thing, i mean wot can you do that is longer?
pillock. you read a book then you watch a show. then you think. then you realise fairytale endings, white horses and white dresses, hah, like it or not, don't come true. such cruel agony and they ask why is the world never fair.
propaghandistic romance. they instill in you from young. so often you fall prey too.
pillock, bloody pillocks.
why would anyone want to live in an unfair world? why bother taking such a long time? because we all hope. we all hope that someday it will be our turn, maybe just a tad or maybe just for one day we could lie on a bed of roses, sipping our champagnes while blistfully staring at the clouds.
pillocks they are and now they have made us one too. bloody bollocks.

glitter glatter, tad tatter. was watching bride and prejudice. very colourful, very colourful indeed.

tra la la

2005-09-20T03:44:00.000-07:00

jim jam bim bam.. i'm so smiled, you're so smiled, we're so smiled. we grin from nose to nose and we laugh with steam from our ears.. vaca's in.
it's tuesday already. the past three days had been kinda an exciting mad rush. imagine a huge conference with about 400 delegates from all over and you have to usher, sort and answer them.. anyway, the best part was the three night events. saturday at one fullerton- lash. they had glowing ice cubes and the delegates were extremely fascinated with them.. quite a laugh, the way they wooed and wowed. sunday at clarke quay- forbidden city aka indochine. they had a vast variety of colours, performance, drinks and a whole lot of plain retarded fun. the only thing that suck was the waitress' attitude and the food. the food was superbly horrid and andy the ass made me tastebudding. even the creme brulee was like shit and more shit, but the ice cream was good though. the ambience was just perfect. monday's load was heavy.. adrienne and i just sat around bollocking. evening came and we left for sentosa. got to admit that that night was the best. jivetalking was great.. they rocked that night even though one of their lead singer was a drag queen and mind you he wasn't a pretty drag queen. we had a conversation though, quite a stupid one but still it made me rethink. one of the shocking thing was when one of the bikini babes came onto a delegate in the pool and after a few minutes of hot filrting, they had their moment in the pool. adri was like couldn't they get a room or something while the DJ was like great, now we have to wash the pool again. anyway, it was hilarious watching the delegates party and shake their booty as the band jamed the night away. there was a bit of trouble at 11 when the bikini babes became bikini bitches because they had no transport and they started yada yada blah blah bleh bleh bleh.. joanna and i were so tempted to say blech you' whore... the party ended at 12 plus and every effort put in was worth it when you see the smiles they had on their faces as they left back to their hotels.
the whole conference is over. it's tuesay. i finally got a good sleep.

2005-09-08T23:52:00.000-07:00

She sits and waits.
She is pretty
Like the beautiful dawn of dusk.
But underneath her skin,
She is like a shattered mirror.
Her heart ripped.
Day after day she sits on the bench.
She sits and waits for hope.

He watches her from afar.
Day after day,
He stands looking at the beauty on the bench.
He is happy looking at her.
But he wants to hold her hand,
He wants to sit with her,
He wants to tell her his love for her.

He walks up to her.
He sits and smiles.
She smiles and laughs.
He holds her hands.
He is her hope.

Saw an old couple walking hand in hand. As the sun started to set, their grey hair glistened in the rays. As the evening breeze blew gently, the old lady shivered and her husband rubbed her shoulders warmly. As they continued walking on in their own slow pace, they were talking and looking lovingly at each other. Such beauty isn’t it? Amidst the chaotic and troubled world there is still such small beautiful things that brings forth hope.

tra la la

2005-09-03T12:28:00.000-07:00

it's been a ling lang long lung week. had 4 tests- 2 were boola and 2 were yoola. Go figure. i've been coughing my lung out and my throat is so itchy. i feel like a bloody frog, croaking around all the time, yuech'.
anyway, met up with my homies last night. FUN.. we were crapping and chilling and assing around. Lou and I got hungry and we began a journey in the hope of finding some food. FOOD GLORIOUD FOOD. it was pretty hilarious,with all the bollocking around and whacking the guitar. i think my mitochondria is soon to be pronouced as dead, the coughing is using up my energy.
Coach Carter is pretty cool. like it's the first bloody movie to make basketball seem so fun, aww. overall it was really good, it makes you think about wot ghandi once said.'You must be the change you wish to see in the world'
its time to become and behave like a student. the ever tolerant, studious and working your arse off student. yeap, finals are fast approaching and it's kinda scary when you think about it. it's like you are at the edge of the clift and a army of tigers are approaching. the two options are to jump off and die a painless death or put up with the fight and maybe live to see the light. okay that was some seriously retarded nonsense. it's a whole load of notes and cycles and diagrams and processes and .. you get the idea. it's weird that they think we are capable of actually comprehending the whole thing. but wotev, at least we have make up ass and boobs so hopefully i live to see the light.
when reality bites you, it kinda sucks. really.

kling

2005-08-29T05:01:00.000-07:00

kling klang klong klung, shelling onions is really fun, right, i think i'm losing my sanity. today's test was plain wicked. it was a series of mitosis and meiosis one after the other. and if you ask me, it's plain retardation. i bet my marks would also be some bollocking retardation, blah, bleh,blech'

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

licklity leak, i need to pee

dip

2005-08-24T08:36:00.000-07:00

she seats on a bench,

watching and waiting,

looking as people pass her

up and down, up and down.

she stands alone admist the crowd

as multitudes walk her by.

she smiles at you

but her mind is far off line

invisible to people walking by her.

like a nonexistent lifeform

just sitting and walking aimlessly

while her life passes her by.

2005-08-20T07:24:00.000-07:00

wing wlang woo wang. some people should just bitchslap themselves silly. firstly, these people obviously cannot see the difference between brown and black.fancy calling an indian person black. open your single eyelid small fishfang eyes, indian people are brown not black, get that.. if you can't then i suggest that you go jump into the bloody yellow river, you yellow faggot. furthermore, indian people have a variety of races. they do not speak the same language. so do not start shooting off your mouth unless you want to be critically acclaimed as a bloody shallow, air-headed and bimbotic bull ass crap.
we suppossedly live in a multi-cultural, multi-racial society. and obviously some people don't know that. they condescend to other races because they are not of the same skin. give me a break. how mighty is your skin colour, is it of royal purple that everyone should feel inferior to you? or that everyone should bow and hail you? damn you.
do not ever say an indian black. because you only will be classified as an asswhore living in stupidity and unsure of reality. and really get a clue about yourself, the world doesn't always revolve around you and your stupid moments. there is only so much a human can take before exploding.
retarded piece of shits.. bloody asswhore you. do not skin code half of my blood.

morning pretty

2005-08-19T05:38:00.000-07:00

it's morning 4.56 am to be exact. i have finally finished my dreaded communication report. it took me two entire day to complete..blah.. can you say screw reports'
this week was pretty much of a hoo hah kinda rush. one minute you're doing your tls, the next minute you're doing your iac and the next minute you're ransacking your fridge and cussing and swearing and probably planning on how you can burn the bloody school. despite all the hoo hah, bing bang, it was still quite an amusing week. let's roll..
slachill- monday was nice, practically slacked my brown arse off with yide after school.
the fartinator-this guy probably had a combo because when he farted in the 74 bus which was crowded, the air went from neutral to strong basic.. in one word: SMELLY. thankfully, we got out fast, any longer and i would have turned into a nut.
the cat mate to call- kind of saw a mating ritual between two cats outside our house door.. bloody cats were so noisy, thought they were about to fight so was planning to chase them away but when i looked through the peephole, they were kind of getting into the momentum. so yeah, i saw it.
scumcrap-i felt like scum for the whole of yesterday. besides the diarhorea and the puking, i was sleeply and had a sore tush. yide is a lifesaver.. if it wasn't for the panadol tablet, i would be probably lying face down in the gutter some where.
** edited**
it's 5.30am. the morning's beautiful.. the black velvet sky is still holding up very nicely in the sky. lye huat's the only one left on msn, he's still doing his report. i think later we might be falling asleep in class and all. oh retardede, today's going to be quite a hoo hah bing bang.. the bloody bugger aka yimian didn't do his part so they are gonna screw him today.. did i mention that i would be loving it.

she's back

2005-08-16T11:55:00.000-07:00

My sister has finally arrived. i felt the exictement even in school and even while looking at dogs and flowers with samuel and ming kai after school back at the east. the husky had two eye colours and the orchids stood out and the easterners cried woo waa blah bleh blech. after flowering was done, we got on the bus- seriously packed and crowded like hell- and did the JO stare if anyone messed the flowers up. out of the bus, into my crib and shouted JIE JIE who by the way was happily losing in daidi. we did our silly ol' jump, fancy two girls just jumping around retardedly infront of all the other people in our crib. my sister's back, i just love saying that.

lala

2005-08-13T18:27:00.000-07:00

i woke up with a smile plastered on my face - my sister's coming home in three days time. yeha yeha. the past three months without her felt so empty and boring.
during dinner, we would tease our parents endlessly. i would be her accomplice in all our moments of bollocking. despite her being the mastermind of every silly stunt, i would be the one getting caught for it. yeap, the scapegoat of stupidity. oh mah lourde, i miss her so much.. can hardly wait for her return. Imagine * eyes sparkling, retarded face* yeap, just imaginE. a pity i wouldn't be at the airport to recieve her. i've got a test, a lecture and a lab on that day. can you say yucks, yada and yuech. oh retarded crap, darn you'

bloga

2005-08-12T01:27:00.000-07:00

can you say kill info?
today was our presentation for our info project. the teacher behaved like a incorringible, extremely retarded, superbly ridiculous, utterly confirmable arsehole- interupting every now and then to question you. wot happen to common courtesy of 'please post all question at the end of the presentation'. apparently, he is unmannered. and how to deal with unmannered arses?

first, steal the parade commander's sword and poke his butt.
secondly, hang him from the passing helicopter and do the 21 bullet firing.
thirdly, squeeze the bloody thing into the cannon. fire it and it'll land in a splattered mess.
lastly, string the splattered mess into a flag and hang it infront of your school so everyone can do the dance 40.
it's not really worth the effort to waste an entire post about this so let's move on.
we had pizza for lunch, quite yummy i dare say. and to top the extra cheese, we had a superb time yakking about utter pointless bollocks. - and the day toiled on at lab with us trying to karyotype and then it ended with a massive piss- on the way out of school, towards the FSM block, we met miss teh who was driving. she gave us a lift- pass the walkway, down the slope, over the crossing, all the way to the main gate- we still had to cross over to get to the bus-stop but IMAGINE all that distance we didn't have to walk, woah' anyway, stupid things happened in the car and on the way home, loads of it. i have no energy to type, laughing at our retardiness is a blow out job. my eyelids are getting heavy, they are closing ching chang zing zang bang shut.

urgh

2005-08-09T01:00:00.000-07:00

i'm seeing red. the whole darn place is red. it's like a flooding menstrual or something. today, everyone is so gung ho on wearing red. why can't they wear white? i mean, the flag is a bloody red and white. they all wear red because it's the colour of unity and brotherhood and yada yada. wotev. patriotic is not my thing. so there.
my parents just called. we're going for tea. woohoo.

discussion

2005-08-07T09:04:00.000-07:00

today's discussion was really good. we had some in-depth talk on life, purpose and meaning. the part that struck me the most was Arter's view.
repetition is a monotonous issue of life.
repetition without purpose is meaningless.
i thought this to be very true. Many of us walk around with a meaningless life. we seem half asleep even when we're busy doing things that are important. But somehow, at the end of the day, we still feel very unfulfilled. Why? Mainly because we chase the wrong things. we work our butts off to get good grades, good job, good money, good house, good car....... but the hours spent getting these means we miss out on many other things. things that at the end of the day might give us a sense of meaning and purpose of our life.
some of us also go on a aimless search of life. we buy self-help books, philosophical books, think about wot atheists say, we try this , we try that but at the end of the day we cry out in frustration. This is redundant because many a times most of us die missing out on things that might have helped us in our quests. and wot do we gain from our mindless expeditions and quests?There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow.

3 days

2005-08-07T08:00:00.000-07:00

for the past three days, i have been meeting with shush and faezah. it's been utter maddening hilarity. On friday, we played air hockey which shush won and the girl was so bloody happy, grinning from nose to nose. had a blast chilling, slacking with shush, faezah and yen. On saturday, we played badminton, then had breakfast. after projecting at the beach, shush and i went to parkway to get props. hilarious, we combed the whole bloody place to find spot light which was not even there-Thanks to my mom, it was the most aimless expediton we ever had. tired and worned out, we sat down and had a somewhat very philosophical talk. On sunday, we had lunch and then were busy making props at my house. crapping and cutting and writting and laughing about the silly things we do. blasted enjoyment. bollocking demeanors.
MISS ZELSWENZAH.

friday

2005-08-05T08:17:00.000-07:00

i had a very fulfilling day today.
today, we had formal presentation and everyone had to come in formalities. eveyone was looking smart and pretty good. Our presentation was a success. Got the grade and i'm all smiled. At the library while waiting for shush to end, i was sitting with yide watching titan a.e, how old are we again, fancy watching crappy cartoons still. hilarious.
Met up and the four of us left school awaiting our moment of peace. Shush, Faezah,Yen and I lunched, played a litttle air hockey, window shopped a little before Faezah left. Then we continued our window shopping a little more before heading to coffee bean (kopibean) to sit and slack. when we went to collect our orders, the guy called all our names wrongly, Shush became Shash, Yen became Wenn and Zel became Zal. Hilarious bollocks. THE. GUY. AT. THE. COUNTER. NEVER. FELT. MORE. EMBARRASSED. IN. HIS. LIFE. after having our moment, we walked around finding shuttlecocks. then i decided to pierce my ear. we headed to hereen and viola, bang went the gun and the stud snuggled nicely in my lobe. B.E.A.U.T.F.U.L.
i love today, -friday. let's get our names fried again soon.

shootings

2005-08-04T08:47:00.000-07:00

somepeople deserve to dig a hole and bury themselves. these people are the most contradicting, most airhead, most irritating and maybe one of the most ass kind of people around. wot's worse is that their faces are like those bloody irritating pop ups, they keep popping up around you. but unlike pop-up blockers, you can't block them, you can only avoid them but then they'll start quering and the entire irritating scale goes up a notch. asking them to shut up invites unwanted attention as they'll make a big deal out of nothing. And when your tolerance level has been maximised, any other thing they do or say, irritates you and you feel like shooting them. hence these people should just dig a hole and bury themselves so that normal people do not have to waste their entire energy. oh maybe just for the kick of it, we could all have a shooting party. i'll bring the targets. just think about it.

2005-08-03T07:53:00.000-07:00

a part of my conversation with yide. the most harmless way we can disintegrate our info lecture.
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
do u realise
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
he looks like a friggin panda
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
he watch to much panda porn la
*vengo anch'io* says:
haha
*vengo anch'io* says:
bwahahahhahha
*vengo anch'io* says:
panda porn?
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
YEA.
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
urgh pcb sucks can
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
uaosdnasoidneiaonf
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
lets multi boot his ass
*vengo anch'io* says:
hahahahaha
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
we'll feed it concentrated ethene
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
till its soft and ripe
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
then we multiboot it
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
with ultra sharp spurs
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
after 3 days of non-stop multi booting
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
we'll take the mush
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
put it in a plate
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
and add LOTS OF TABACO SAUCE
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
microwave on HIGH for twelve days.
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
after that.
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
take the slab
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
have it drawn and quarterd
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
soaked in boiling oil
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
and tossed down from the 130th story
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
we'll go around and find the little splash droplets
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
then we'll spit and step on them
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
after we're done
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
we wont attend is lessons ever again.
*vengo anch'io* says:
bwahahahahhahahahahahahahaha
*vengo anch'io* says:
b4 you even do anything, he might just sit on you
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
then i'll invoke panda submission call 3428-43
[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] Extended relations says:
hes bound to obey!
*vengo anch'io* says:
hahaha
*vengo anch'io* says:
i would like to see you try

grin from nose to nose

2005-08-03T07:20:00.000-07:00

hilarious, today's obc lecture was a laugh. yi de showed me his missing tooth, the new braceface. stamford is just plain funny, very amusing in fact. and miss teh, is cute or so stamford says. i think he's losing his sanity. anyway, today is the kind of day where you can grin from nose to nose and do the belly rumble floor shake laugh because the things that they say and do is comical. I shall stop here, i'm going to milk the cow and wonder about nothing.

life isn't

2005-08-02T18:28:00.000-07:00

life should be about dedicating a day every week to sleeping and nothing else. i have been sleep deprived. there's always so much to do and never enough time. being a student has it's toils. i mean first they load us with tons of projects, then they give you tutorials and then reports and then they expect you to wake up in the morning all ready to go to school and be a student. and wot's worse is that they take your holiday away from you, while other polys get 10/8 off, we have to go to school and endure wotever's that's coming. seriously, this is utter madness..
red bull gives you wings so you can fly, oh retarded crap.

2005-08-02T06:48:00.000-07:00

Info is like fart . it's smelly and disgusting. Even the teacher is like fart.his eyes are exceptionally small and he is always sitting so snuggly in his chair with that hot cuppa of macdonalds coffee. if he ever were to have no job, he could probably be the spokesperson for macdonald's coffee . so anyway, we have lessons at 8 on thursday mornings with him. it's a incredibly ridiculous thing to see him in the morning let alone go through a 3 hour lesson on infotech.
infotech equals boring and it's a total waste of time. with the three hours i could probably do something more worthwhile like delinquiting my sweaters. anything like flushing the toilet could even be considered more worthwhile when it comes to him.
wot's more ridiculous is that he has decided to give us a project to do. this is seriously the most retarded thing since wot i know about computers and networking can probably be summed up in one word- nothing. furthermore, he isn't much of a help. he asks you to post questions on the forum which is pointless as his answers are like fart(empty). even my four year old kid cousin can probably do better than him. so i have been asking shawn for help and he is shocked that ngee ann offers such a stupid module.
well stupid teachers teach stupid course. and thursday there's a info test, yucks, can my life get any better? if only captain planet can disintergrade him. INFO FARTS.

hot

2005-08-01T06:34:00.000-07:00

the weather seriously needs to chill, it's been bloody hot. yeap, hopefully captain planet comes and save us from the burning heat. so i shall stop here, i need to go for a massive piss.

2005-07-05T06:58:00.000-07:00

life is not made of smooth creamy butter, instead it's like the unsaturated fats in the butter, the part that contains kinks due to the double bond hence the chain bends causing the molecules not to be packed together. yeap, everything doesn't always just 'packs' together, the kinks of inside thinking and outside expression will always be there.

life, like chocolate,
can be bitter
yet so sweet,
smooth,
and full of surprises.
and people,too are like chocolate,
sometimes confusing
sometimes condescending
sometimes cherishing
and sometimes a rare find.

sanctuary

2005-07-01T09:11:00.000-07:00

somedays, you just want to be wonderwoman and eat an entire shoe. other days you just want to wear your spongebob undies and dance around.and on most days, you just want to walk for a while, walk that long difficult walk till you reach your sanctuary.
a sanctuary so peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the city life, a sanctuary filled with warmth, it keeps you fulfilled, a sanctuary with ocean spary and salty breeze that shivers you, a sanctuary without anyone but you.
a sanctuary where you have your in-depth thoughts, where the most private and most secluded thoughts are laid out, where you feel the sense of fullfilment and a sanctuary where your heart and mind bind to one.
yeap, a sanctuary, for one day, for one hour,just me and my little black book.

yuech'

2005-06-23T07:11:00.000-07:00

it's not the pale moon that excites me,
that thrills and delights me
oh no it's triple blow for me. bloody info test, chem test results, cell bio's next..BLAH
enchanment? i've got lots of it..

2005-06-21T06:35:00.000-07:00

DEE DEE come sit on my wall
And read me the story of all
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

hopefully...
faster come back, my life is so bored without you..

2005-06-17T08:52:00.000-07:00

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...
I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
I know that we don't talkI'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -Sing,
you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...
Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

2005-06-16T06:42:00.000-07:00

baking and french songs have somewhat of a chemistry together. french songs inspire you to bake.. and wot's good about baking? the end-product. And brownies are probably the most absolute best thing to bake. A mix of betty crocker's,a touch of the oven, some french songs and viola.. it's done
anyway, today was an absolute blast.. laughed like mad, bollocking all the way,oh yeah and we now have a new song-'big,big indian eyes'- (inspirational)..
the homies are a group of fine ladies, who make every minute of school very interesting, we piss and pee together, we moan and groan about the hill, we have many facial expressions like HUH, and we talk about anything and everything. and we love to laugh..
to my homies:Chun Liang, Faezah,Khad,Mindy,Shu Swen,Wei Ling,Yu Pei
you girls are the best,
like sunshine shimmering through,
thanks for all the laughter,
thanks for all the bollocks..
thanks for spicing up school life,
vroom vroom ,
te..te..te..te..psst
okay, tomorrow we eat brownies..

2005-06-16T06:20:00.000-07:00

the fragility of her heart
made her someone who didn't express herself.
she would stand silently,
observing from afar,
smiling when he smiled,
laughing when he laughed,
silently dreaming of the day he would be hers.
the romantic she is,
the chauvinist he is,
worlds apart,
he walked her by.
the day courage favoured her,
he shut her down.
she stood silently,
obsvering from afar,
as his shadow withered,
her smile now gone.

you

2005-06-10T05:57:00.000-07:00

you were always on my mind,
causing a whirlwind in my heart.
you listened as i spoke,
and not once scruntinized my thoughts.
you laughed a chill down me
and make my insides flip.
looking at you,
brings out the smile in me,
a twinkle in my eye
and glow radiates.
time stands still
when i'm with you.
and life is filled,
thanks to you.

her

2005-06-10T05:48:00.000-07:00

empty hollow consumed her
while the world revolved around.
not once did she stir
in spite of breaking news.
not once did she blink
in spite of raging fires.
not once did she look
in spite of passing people.
yet she sank even deeper
deeper than the fires
lower than the news
unexistent to the people
who walked her by.

malcolm

2005-06-08T06:53:00.000-07:00

sitting on chairs
with our feet on the tables
we laughed and chatted
and gazed and smiled.
the day we met
the hilarity of it all,
2 in our own world
not known to man
only to us.
among our bollocks,
the sweetest thing was you.
how you offered to carry my heavy bag
when you had your own load,
how you stood with me
on the crowded bus,
and when we finally got a seat,
how you offered your shoulder
so i could grab a few winks
how you tickled me
with your silly stories
how you "cared"
by singing me to sleep
how you waited with me for the next bus
when you were already so tired
it's indescribable when it comes to you
you are more than the sweetest thing
you are you.

the blower's daughter

2005-06-05T03:06:00.000-07:00

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...'
Til I find somebody new

ay

2005-06-05T02:59:00.000-07:00

i watched the sun go down today
and wondered wot would be at bay
the day proved on to be a hay
and life washes up all cries of gay
the night moved on like black sway
with stars shining in pity may
i looked on further on mankind's lay
and see the spoke of mercy's way
sometimes you wonder wot people say
and you think about it and laugh away

looking on

2005-04-12T23:06:00.000-07:00

overlooking time and space
she stands there
he watches her from afar
silently chasing
she makes not a sound
but he hears her pain
she sheds not a tear
but he feels her cry
she smiles at the world
but he knows her brokeness
how do i tell her
he wonders and looks on
as a passing breeze shivers
as a passing wave crashes
he walks to her
she laughs gently
no twinkle in her eye
she walks away
he stands there
looking on as her shadow crumbles

2005-04-12T22:40:00.000-07:00

shakespear.
To be or not to be that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The sling and arrows of outrageous torture
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.

All the World's a stage

And all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances

And one man in his own time plays many parts.

shakespear.

knee some wine.

2005-03-08T19:08:00.000-08:00

sinseh-chinese physician. I never really thought about the power a sinseh had untill recently.twisted my left knee so after limping around, i finally went to the sinseh a week later.when he began his routine checks and started rubbing the swollen and aching knee, i literally thought that my skin would erupt.but anyway, after a minute or so, his assistant came to wrap my leg and sayed' sinseh say hor, no cold drinks and food untill your leg okay hor and you hor must take blood circulation tablets lah, after eating lah, 6 tablets,3 times a day okay.' so i took the medication and i was out of there. on sunday, we decided to have steamboat and wine. but since wine is chilled before serving, while everyone was drinking this 1999 portugese wine, there i was having sky juice[water] and to top it all, no desserts but round black blood circulation tablets awaiting me. dang* so the ordeal is over but a sinseh's words really does have an effect.i mean seriously, how cool is that?*CHICKENWHAM* so my knee is much better now and i can say, kneed some wine,hah

fly hazzie fly

2005-03-07T19:08:00.000-08:00

after all that travelling it kinda feels good to be back but i definetly can't wait to jet-set out of this hot weather. it's so evaporating hot, the idea of walking around in my victoria secrets is so down.
so travelling in the US is a major mojo blast. even sitting on the long hours in the plane was fabulous, the converse was pretty heated but the people that i got to know were so cool and all, it totally dig.
and the actual trip itself was so good it literally fried my arse,well sorta. i was in a drive-by shooting[some seriously scary shit], i went to the ghetto, drank jack daniels, ate wendys, had hours of retail therapy and coffee with a cool shorty, drove out alot,had mean crazy fun and dang i did so many things,i came home with 20 bucks....
I love the US, the people are totally bollocking demeanor great and the food is shiokingly good and the music is fab but most of all the places are just so down, it totally digs.
i miss 'em all but got to get back to living here with my family whom i missed quite a ton and my mates who actually missed out on the fun that i had, too bad but one day we'll travel together and get fried together.

resulted

2005-03-01T15:43:00.000-08:00

this gonna have to be big. i am so freaking happy with my results 3As and 2Bs.. woohoo i'm so smiled i could down the wine, haha life sure is good, it may be the longest thing to exist but it sure is good.hah i'm so smokingly smiled that i have a permanent fixture on my face*GRINING FROM NOSE TO NOSE* but it's starting to falter, my sister just hollered that i have to treat her,dang but wotev, ain't nobody gonna shake my smile, okay i think i'm gonna go find that wine..

gracias

2004-12-30T22:58:00.000-08:00

my blog still exists. after so many months of being an anti-technology, i'm impressed that the bloody technology is still advancing. hah' I AM FINALLY 17. JUBILAR*THEEMPELAK.was older on 25th of december, had wacko parties. went to sentosa, got buried in the sand except for me head*smile*, played lotto and lost pants down, first glass of gin-some seriously bitter shitk,still prefer wine,hopped in bugis and then town,packed my bag and awaiting the last of the mohicans. don't I love my life. so it's a couple days to the new year...ahahaha, i can hardly wait so before the end comes, we shall do a tribute= pluto style=.
i must admit this year so far has been an interesting one, full of vibrance, looking back i can't help but laugh at everything,geez.I'm feminist, an anti-pro, still laughing, crap bollocks, all in all still ME. and i'm loving every minute of it. i've learned alot, and got a foothole on being wise. looking back ,probably one of the most memorable year.
people say start of the year with resolutions but i beg to diffr.resolutions are too pressurising and in the end it never gets checked or done or doggone. it's still there *haunts* SO NEXT YEAR SHALL BEGIN WITH ME EMBRACING ANG A GRACIAS TO THE BIG MAN WHO WATCHETH OVER ME AND THEN A PLANE TO THE STATES.*ear to ear*
so moodfest and drink up,for next year shall we meet .

the lanterns are landing.

2004-09-27T17:20:00.000-07:00

i love lantern festival or is it called mooncake festival?well whatever the case,i love it all the
same, cause it's a festive with light and food..
speaking of food, i wonder why they call it mooncake. firstly, it's not round like the big old moon up there and secondly it isn't whitish yellow like the moon,unless you are talking about the snow-skin type but that's white as in snow white so you can't really say it's moonish enough. so why do they call it mooncake? beats me. but it's good to eat, especially those snow-skin types cause it's really tasty. furthermore, with all the light from the lanterns it's a pretty sight. the best part is the moon shining through when the green tea that has just been brewed gives off such aroma. at the streets, the little children bring out their new lanterns and walk around, one hand showing off their lantern yet at the other taking in the array of colours displayed and also breathing in that warm autumn smell. it's B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L .
so tomorrow the lanterns will land and the homosaphians will bond. although i can't really stand the icky music it gives off like some wayang tribal council, it's gonna be quite pleasing when all the other descriptions sets in. hopefully or i might just have to start flying back to pluto for some peace and that cold warmth. now i can smile like a bloody blogger...

blah

2004-09-24T01:15:00.000-07:00

it's a beautiful early morning. the black sky so full of itself,the wonder it brings amazes me. although there isn't much of a star tonight, i'm still thinking of the orion belt,it's a beauty that threeesome.it brings me closer to GOD cause it's his pretty works.
so it's been quite a ride, still bursting through universe after universe hence the empty pages of my opinionated. but that shall be kept aside for a while.. was watching the kumars at no 42, geez, i just love that show... it's so hillarious, the way they do and say stuff,makes any sane person laugh from insanity laughter..here's a thought, define irony- a bunch of people in a aeroplane singing a song that was sung by a band that died in a plane crash-that's kinda funny, weird out but way guffaws.had quite a mean blast just now,was watching mean girls earlier on.it's interesting how society eats into a person but its also up to a person to choose-to walk away or not to.i thought that was quite a good show,above the storyline and all,it shows something more that is very inspirational.i can't really describe it now because i can't.
i have to fly, smile that i have a blog and then head home for pluto's daily ritual of dogdeball so shoot me.

mindless fun

2004-08-13T10:30:00.000-07:00

being a student has its toil. i have suddenly realized that there's more to studentate than just the uniform. Being a student means homework,more homework,seeing classmates,eating recess with them,hearing the bell ring,listening to teachers,put up with teachers rotating tantrums,take a quick piss,look at mirror for 15 minutes,walk out of the loo with wet pass and makeover,go back to class,stare at the clock,sson to fall head first onto the desk suddenly realizing that tomorrow's routine would be the same.yes, being a student has it's toil especially when you have to put up with the teacher's everchanging mood swings which now commonly known as
p m s.
today was one grand example.the morning started off with a great big bang,literally.first class would be c.m.e and it would be quite fun since it was group acting but before anything happened, we were all scolded,something about being rude,then yada yada 5 years,blah blah respect... the whole thing made no sense to me thus the broken down translation since i was on sleep mode.I mean,fancy coming up to class and shouting at the top of your lungs monotonously and then blame the entire thing on speechless-but-without-an-idea-of-wot's-going-on students.yes definetly a very interesting,bloody vociterous kind of strategy which did not turn out the way she wanted it. pity isn't it, the lady doth concern too much,methinks. furthermore,a uncouth scolding speech just made her hit the bottomless pit infront of the students.it's quite a waste if you ask me cause now time which waits for no man,only woman has been preciously trashed up and also the whole outcome was sterile. bloody cacky,eh?
So after experiencing a horrid and torrid morning i'm suddenly wondering why we put up with these bollocks. after everything that we put up with, we still have to go to sleep and then wake up a student again somehow. wot a bloke this world is, just full of everything so sweet, it smells like fart, while i'm still here hopelessly typing like a idiot for a mindless fact that i have a blog.
fun blech...

sense and senseless

2004-08-12T20:19:00.000-07:00

it's not the pale moon that excites me, that thrills and delights me oh no it's triple blow for me. patrioticnessm, new minister, c6.... i'm so looking forward to things. BLAH

sense and senseless

2004-08-11T20:28:00.000-07:00

a horrid and torrid day. the weather needs to chill, the ice cubes needs to fill and the people needs to umm wot ryhmes with ill? life in it's everchanging momentums has once again amused me.While waiting for the bus in the evening breeze, we saw 2 girls holding hands and groping each other,mushy mushy said the bushy but yet still feel a sense of tingling sensation. imagine the two of them with the same shoulder length hair, same bust line and pretty much the same everything else except that one was in uniform. Openly displaying their act of love, it suddenly occurred to me that their uncanny resemblelance could be compared to 2 sisters. As soon as that thought came, it was a goosebumps flinching period as 2 sisters making out in public is simply horrendous.
But yet again, this amuses me as it is indeed an eye-opener. Lesbanism has been on the rise, a rapid spurt in its growth rate if you want to get specific. take a look around and you'll notice that more and more and more girls are simply enjoying make out sessions with other girls.freaky, eh? do not wierd yourself out trying to digest this fact as behind every action there is a logical explanation. basically it's the media. in all it's indirect ways and hypnotizing methods, it has influenced the mindset of people into thinking it's okay. the media is actually like a black hole that sucks all common sense out of the cerebrum into a empty space that thuds so resulting in people doing things in a more 'creative' sense.
however although this world has become a blech, it's in this kind of relationships that exposes others into breaking out of conservatism and into broadening their wide learned thoughts. furthermore it ain't all like this. not all kind protrude such 'exoticness' that is labelled under desperate to be looked down upon. In fact, it's things like this that makes the world so interesting as well as amusing as well as makes the world move so fast that my short legs are incredibly tired from unstoppable movement. aargh you sure wish you could scream out, take a panadol to kill the aches,drive a ferrari, eat a chocolate... yes, life is definetly looking up besides the fact that tomorrow i have to go school which is so blah and transform myself into a student of an institution recognised blah,blah blech. yes. life is indeed looking up besides the fact that i'm grinning like a hopeless idiot simply because i have another entry in my blog.....

am i missing everything?

2004-08-09T06:31:00.000-07:00

life is quite a bore without those daily routine of my infectious sister. i feel that the sudden disappering act has made this hole bigger than the ozone's and the emptiness heavier than the fat lady on my mug. She never failed to make me laugh as well feel like a butt-head with her constant theories about life. Moreover, her very own quote is by far the best to explain the existence of life. if you ever take the time to look around the ever zipping life, you might start wondering and then you start thinking and further endulge yourself into the much awaited trouble. aah wot a wonderful society do we live in. speaking of society, why does everything have to advance so bloody fast? here i am finally having mastered the use of a blogger when i hear that a new phone has emerged. and if i were to boast about the fact that i have finally created a blog, i would be greeted with a common 'okay, i'll check it out' when it actually means 'it took you this long?' so now i have to shut my gap if i do not wish to be scruntinized to a tiny little atom. you see wot i mean, life moves so bloody fast that it busts me right through universe after universe so resulting in me being another one of those homosaphians. regarding universr, my aunt is 2 months pregnant. even she has moved with life's zoom while i am here typing on the useles keyboard grinning like a hopeless idiot for the basic fact that i have a blog. shoot me or please send me to pluto, perharps i might blend through.....