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Monday, April 30, 2007
allowed entry at 11:00 pm

A quick note to EVERYONE;
When taking public transportation, it's always good to NOT HAVE BODY ODOUR.

Damn that guy.
Everyone moved away from him and what's worse was that he exposed his armpits by hanging on to the pole which is above our heads.
OMFG MY SENSE OF SMELL DIED ON ME FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

Hennyways.
I've been seeing alot of gay couples around lately.
Is it becoming a trend over here or is it real?
I'd be happy for them if they really are into each other.
Everyone around me either has a significant other, someone who likes them or them liking someone.
It seems like I'm the only loser left with nothing -.-
I wish I have the strength my brother has.
Eventhough his 4 year relationship with the most perfect one for him ended, he's keeping his head up high and now has another girl.
It almost seems like he has no feelings though, doesn't it?
He also has this girl after him.
BAH I don't know what his current status is.
The point is, I don't get how he gets over relationships THAT easily.
He got himself another girl within a month, I think.
This either proves that my brother is a fucking strong guy or that guys, in general, are jerks and complete assholes.

The Samsung woman called me just now.
Servicing would cost me over 400 bucks.
My mum won't pay for it.
I was thinking that I would but I'll take a look-see on how much a NEW one WITHOUT contract is gonna cost me.
Karma is taking it's place and I don't think I deserve this much torture.
My phone is not only the source of contact with people but it's also my life organiser.
I store practically everything in it.
This really sucks ohkay.
DAMNTHATWASHINGMACHINE.
And most of all, DAMNME.
Goodbye, Mr. Slimmest Phone on Earth =(



On another note, I'm feeling that empty sensation again.
I just found out that I have Bipolar Disorder.
I need to see a psychiatrist.
Any out there giving free consultations?



allowed entry at 2:33 am

Mr. L;
I MISS TALKING TO YOU!
Where have you been and what have you been doing?!
MR. DJ, you! mehehehe.
You don't even text me eventhough you overcame your fear of asking girls for their numbers by asking me lol
You're too cute lah! "My camera's flash makes me go 'woowoo!' That's why my eyes appear sepet..."
Come online and talk to me!
Cause you're going to NS soon and by then I prolly will never get the chance to talk to you =(

Mr. M;
Those words you said to me on APRIL FOOLS DAY still linger on my mind.
I don't know if it's a joke or if it's real.
Talk to me, will you?

Mr. N;
You broke your first EVER promise to me.
It's like I never even existed.
Memories linger, you know.
I miss you. Period.

Mr. D;
I'm simply not ready.
YET.



AS IF THEY CARE.


Sunday, April 29, 2007
allowed entry at 7:34 pm

Today is the worst day I've had since yesterday.
Actually everyday's a bad day but today was extra bad.
Woke up and went to the toilet.
I put my phone on the washing machine.
I totally forgot about it and went to watch teevee and eat breakfast.
The washing machine obviously vibrates and my mum heard some wierd sounds coming from it.
So my mum shouted and I ran to the kitchen.
My phone dropped into the soapy water and got tossed around with the clothes.
DANGMOTHERFUCKINGSHIT.
!@#$%^&*()_@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*(
I was so fucking pissed at myself for being the stupidest person on Earth.

So I couldn't care less about my phone cause I wanted to beat myself up.
My dad on the other hand, took out a hair dryer and tried to dry all the water in my phone.
I sat on the couch and finally decided to service my phone at Plaza Singapura.
I was too darn lazy to ask the Kodoks whether they could make it, which they obviously can't.
So I went alone despite my brother saying that they won't do anything about physical damages on phones.
I went there and on the contrary to what my brother said, they'd check it out for 1/2 days.
And if they can service it, it'll take 3/4 days more.
So that leaves me phoneless for about a week.
DAMNBITCHYOU'RESOFUCKINGDUMB.

Left the Samsung Customer Service Center at around 2 and I decided to have some time alone outside.
Walked to Istana Park, Centrepoint, Cathay Cineleisure, Taka, Wisma and whatever else in between.
Wanted to make pit-stops along the way to buy some drinks and sit somewhere but there were too many foreigners around cause DUH it's a Sunday and they like to go to Orchard to "hang out".
I got lots of stares from people which I have no explanation for.
I checked my hair and face to see if there was something funny but they seemed okay. Maybe I was too ugly.
I checked my zip to see if it was unzipped, but they were indeed zipped. [try saying this sentence out loud over and over again =P]
I checked my clothes to see if there was like shit on it or something but there weren't any.
They were probably thinking that I was a loser who walks around town alone.
Which I am.

Eh my blog's turning into a "what i did today" journal!!!
Which is lame shit.
I hate blogs like that.
I need material.
I need sources.
I need content.
I'll find some soon.

Oooooohh yeah!
Yesterday while I was still moaning and groaning about the fact that my brother is going to cut the internet connection and take this PC to his house, my mum told my other brother and me that my brother got his hands on a free Samsung 29" LCD TV.
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
But he's probably gonna take that back to his house too.
Then I'll be left phoneless, pcless, cableless and internetless soon.
Someone just drive me to Africa and leave me there.


Saturday, April 28, 2007
allowed entry at 6:56 pm

God, please tell me why -
  • It's so hard for me to let things go, may it be tangible or intangible.
  • I'm too optimistic.
  • I'm too hopeful.
  • I do everything with my full heart and soul.
  • It takes up alot of my strength to get back up again when I fall.
  • People change.
  • Some people can't tell the difference between what's real and what's fake.
  • You gave me emotions.
  • You're killing me with the things you're putting me through.



allowed entry at 2:41 am

I'm sleepy.
mehehehehe.
Hello, all.
And by all, I mean no one -.-
It's been a while since I thought about stuff.
And that's the main reason why I haven't been blogging.

Finally had an official day to myself and my friends today.
I've been missing them so much.
The heavy rain couldn't stop me from seeing them =)
We camwhored like no one's business and I'm still waiting for yany to get her butt online to send me the 28345072857 pictures in her camera.
The pictures in mine are quite boring. Dang -.-

Anyhoos, I officially declare VivoCity my 3rd home =D
1st is obviously my own home.
2nd will be City Hall ie. Esplanade/Marina Square/Suntec City.
3rd VivoCity.
Plus, Sentosa is just opposite.
mehehehe.

Well we talked about stuff after Meera flipped out and left out of the blue.
I have a feeling I was too harsh =/
Sorry, Meera. ILY.

Time passed by so slowly and I was enjoying every moment of it.
Felt like we were there for 32470 hours.
We sat there, joked, laughed and rolled on the floor.
Well, I was rolling on the floor.. meh heh heh
It felt so good to be out in the peaceful night with your closest buds.
Nothing can beat that feeling.
I bet not even sex. BAHAHA.

I think I have nothing to talk about.
So I guess I'll just leave you with some pictures from an awesome day out with my darlings.










PS: das, if you still read my blog, I miss you, you know. I don't know if I should talk if you're online cause it seems like you're always out or busy =/ And oh, if you could, send a picture of you to me so I can put it up on my myspace profile =D And lastly, das, we need to hangout =)

PSS: Nabila, we need to hangout also. It's so hard to get you out if the house =(

PSSS: Nas, stop saying you miss me cause I miss you too. I feel so MEH when you say you miss me.. haha. And yes, we also need to hangout.

PSSSS: It seems as though I have lots of people to hangout with.
But I still feel lonely at times =/
I wonder why.

PSSSSS: These "PS PSS PSSSSSSSSS" things are getting quite annoying. haha


Thursday, April 19, 2007
allowed entry at 8:06 pm

ITE life.
What can I say.
I think I love it, eventhough Bishan Campus is quite strict.
But I got used to strict rules thanks to my dear old Pasir Ris Crest Secondary School.
Dang, I miss that rathole.
I have to say, that school has indeed taught me quite abit about self-discipline.
It's taken a toll in my life and I thank those motherfuckers for it.

School's been going down [wah so hip-hop. cb.] for 4 days now.
Taking the public transport, or even while walking down the street, I've been getting stares.
And those stares were accompanied with disgusted faces.
To make it clearer, I've been stereotyped and discriminated against.
I HATE SINGAPOREANS FOR THIS.
ITE = "It's The End"
You motherfuckers don't know shit. [again, this is so hip-hop. what's become of me, man?]
Even teens look down on us.
Come on, Singapore.
You're smarter than this.
No one's higher up than anyone else.
Look in the mirror before you even try opening up your mouth.
All I know is that I'm proud to be an ITE College Central Bishan Campus [as the-whoever-in-charge-of-the-campus puts it] student.
And I'm not saying it just for the sake of saying it, I really mean it from the bottom of my heart.

So here I declare, that I'm going to aim for a 3.7 GPA [PS: it isn't easy to get that grade, motherfuckers] to secure myself a place in the polytechnic.
I'm giving anyone and everyone the authority to screw me upside down if you see me slacking off.
I would insert my signature here but I'm too lazy and tired.

Enough about school.
I get this particular vibe just talking about it.

So those idiotic jackass donkeys [not in the correct order] got fucked upside down.
There's lots of stuff I'd like to pen down, but I dare not.
Moreover, I've "published" my blog in my myspace profile and 28570248567 people accessing myspace would be reading it.
Meh.
I do feel like shit for what happened, but I thank God it happened cause it ruined my fucking life and I don't think I'll ever get over it.
I hope that you'll one day realise who's fake and who's real.
I hope that you'll achieve success.
I hope that you'll be happy.
Take good care, love.
I'll miss you.


PS: I've 'enhanced' my "About Me" section in myspace. Take a look-see and laugh about it. See how much more pathetic I can get.

PSS: I'm still waiting for that cuntfaced bitch to update her stupid blog.

PSSS: I'm wiped-out =(


Saturday, April 14, 2007
allowed entry at 3:34 am

Another piece.
But it was written a while ago.
While I was still in denial about everything that happened.
I still am, though. I think.
It's called "Am I Nocturnal?".
haha I know, lame title.


Hello, love
I wrote this piece at 4 in the morning
While Homo sapiens are asleep
You could say I’m nocturnal
But I was just thinking about you
And how you’ve affected me

No matter how you’ve done me wrong
They still belong to you
They still remain with you
My eyes, my love, my heart

With that look, I find myself in you.
Your presence so strong
Your love so pure
My heart burns but all for the wrong reasons

I can’t simply let go nor look past
You were the best thing that happened to me
And sadly, the worst.
I can’t beg for you to love me
So now I say, goodnight




So my mum took my phone away for the second time this year.
And it's cause I got home at midnight. WTMFH?!
Is she annoying or is she annoying?
ERGH.
I don't fucking get her.
What's the point of staying at home anyways?
I waste the freaking electricity AND money by using my computer and teevee.
I get fatter at home cause I'm always finishing up food.
Basically, I become a pig while staying at home.
Right, now I'm pumped up to get to school.
I don't wanna see her face at home.
I'd rather be out exploring the goddamn world by my own fucking self without any of her help.
ANOTHER FUCKING REASON FOR ME TO GET FUCKING KNOCKED DOWN BY A FUCKING CAR AND GET INTO A FUCKING COMA FOR 6 FUCKING MONTHS.
Pull the fucking plug if you want to.

Peace Motherfuckers.


Wednesday, April 11, 2007
allowed entry at 10:33 am

Ohkay that tiny voice in my head's gone.
I've decided to move on.
Help me =)
Sial ah I sound so goddamn pathetic.
The previous post sounds stupid now. Dang.



allowed entry at 2:50 am

And so a bottle of Absolut Vodka didn't get me drunk =(
I knew that was gonna happen.
I still had the energy and mental health to walk to Bedok Central looking for takoyaki, play around with my cats and fry myself some fries.
If only I had rich motherfuckers as some acquaintences.
I'd live off of them and I wouldn't need to waste a single cent on boozing or shopping.

Anyhoos, today was kinda ohkay.
We bowled at the spur of the moment.
And yes, I do SUCK at bowling.
I only hit 20 out of a fucking hundred pins.
knnbccb.


See the 2nd last row?
Yeah. That's my pathetic score. CB.
But I like bowling anyways.
I'm up for a game anytime =D
But I wonder why bowling bowls have to be so heavy.
Why, dude? WHY!? -.-"


So anyways, while I was stoning at GV Marina Square's balcony, I did a magic trick.



Style, aye?
It's tilting like that without any form of support.
I have powers.
Nyahahaha -.-"









"
And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all
This place we live, it is not where we belong
And I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own
Going back to get away after everything has changed

Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?
Do you remember that? Do you remember that?
Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind?
Do you remember that? Do you remember that?


It's taking up our time again
Go back we can't go back at all"

Yes, I miss that dearly departed.
I miss those times when we would just talk.
I miss you.
Alot.
And when I lie on my bed thinking how much it hurts, I realise that you don't have a clue.
You don't feel the way I feel.
And that's the hardest punch of reality [maybe not the hardest] I've had to face from all this.
I don't know if I should move on.
A huge part of me says yes but a tiny voice in my head says no, thinking that something might happen, EVENTUALLY.
Yes, I know I'm overly optimistic and it's getting quite annoying.
So yeah, I miss you =(
















And so I say peace to you.




THIS HEART, IT BEATS, BEATS FOR ONLY YOU

Kill me for being melodramatic and jiwang.



Sunday, April 08, 2007
allowed entry at 6:18 pm

I wanna get knocked down by a car and go into a coma for 6 months.
Please and thank you.
Either that, or someone hangout with me till the night.
We can just talk all day long.
I really need it =(


"Do You Know?"

I knew you weren't worth it
All those sacrifices I made were for you
At that time, they seemed reasonable
Oh boy, was I dumb

You didn't realise how hard it hit me
You made me feel like I was on cloud 9
Now I'd rather be 6 feet underground
Where no one would bother me, not even you

Now I'm listening to pathetic love songs
Those songs remind me of you
And I sigh while remembering the past
Where you would talk to me non-stop
We could've gone on forever
But forever faded and you disappeared

Told myself to let go
But I can't bear seeing you with someone else
Neither can I forget you
With all the hope you keep on giving me
This seems never-ending


Saturday, April 07, 2007
allowed entry at 1:28 am

That's what I would call BULLSHIT.
I am seriously not bothered anymore.
Go fuck yourselves.


Monday, April 02, 2007
allowed entry at 2:40 am

A new work of mine.
Just finished writing it.
It's called "Lost A Little Too Much".
Enjoy.

Your scent still lingers
The atmosphere threatens
Images haunt my very existence
While I sit in a box, trapped and stolen

Never will I forget the day
The day you took me away
Senses ran wild
From across the room

Slithering snakes couldn't predict your next move
Cunning cats fear you
But I could smell you
I had a taste of you

Now stolen I tell myself
Hold on to the memories
For they won't come around again
Not now, not forever



allowed entry at 12:57 am

MY AUNT SAYS I'M FAT

knnbccb.
I'm either gonna go bullimic or anorexic soon.
Anyone wanna join? =)