eating no longer is a pleasure when you've got this stuck at the top of your mouth..




the whole day and i've drank only 2 bowls of soup. i'm freaking hungryyyyyy but it hurts so much to eat i'd rather not eat.

sighs.

all along, we've been suspecting that you're a sick bastard.


***************@hotmail.com: gina....
***************@hotmail.com: schnauzer...
***************@hotmail.com: !!
***************@hotmail.com: are they for sale...
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: haha u wanna buy?
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: i dunno.. have to ask my dad first
***************@hotmail.com: i always wanted a miniture...
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: really? haha okay
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: but even if they are for sale, u have to wait like a few wks
***************@hotmail.com: hm... where is the papa...
***************@hotmail.com: i noe la....
***************@hotmail.com: ahahah you wanna ask the pups papa..
***************@hotmail.com: or your papa...
***************@hotmail.com: hahha
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: of course my dad la
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: duhhh
***************@hotmail.com: aahahaha
***************@hotmail.com: how did you bred them...
***************@hotmail.com: i mean...
***************@hotmail.com: most gods are neu.. liao..
***************@hotmail.com: dogs i mean
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: i have a female mini schnauzer
cheeky_goh@hotmail.com: and my dad brought to a dog farm to breed lor
***************@hotmail.com: wow..... this is so cool.. like bringing daughter to be rape by bastards...
***************@hotmail.com: ahaahahh'
***************@hotmail.com: i wonder whether she likes it anot...
***************@hotmail.com: hahaha


we're right. you are a sick bastard. no way in hell am i ever going to sell my puppies to you.

the coming to life of 3 little darlings (:






days have been tough, but things are getting better i might say. (:
i can't wait to get back to church, i can't wait to study and mug hard. though i got this nasty feeling that i ain't gonna do this well this semester, but i can hardly wait to finish it up and move on to a much better semester next year.

good things are worth waiting for (:

and i really miss dotty and andrea! had a day out with them last sunday. good dinner, good company and a so-so movie, the 40 year old virgin. i'm going to slap anyone who comes up to me and pronounce my name the way it was pronounced in the movie.

i sincerely will.



the birthday girl and sunburnt i

i don't like the way my moods are dictated by every word you say, every smile you give, and every gesture you make. tiring, can.

the morons on friendster who like to put their statuses as "married" when they clearly aren't. out of my 376 friends, only one friend is true to her status. she was my senior from secondary school. back then, if you told me that she was gonna get married one day, i would shake my head in disbelief and never imagined that that would happen.

well, people grow up and things change. and i, for one, am glad for that. i hope she has truely found the love of her life and may happiness be with her wherever she goes. :)

yuanting, thank you :) though we've not known each other for a long time, and we aren't exactly very close friends either, yet i still feel this special bond that we share which cannot be explained. and i promise, one day, ONE DAY, we will go out together okay (:

when am i ever going to learn that violence does not solve problems? neither does shouting and verbal abuse too. since when has it become so hard to be me?

write about anything that comes to mind? hmmm. not sure i can fill that order. not today. the thing is, i'm tired of words. words are useless. they're never precise enough to describe real thoughts and emotions.

take love, for instance. that word is thrown around all the time. we "love" our parents, our dog, chocolate-chip ice cream, our country, and our boyfriend. but what exactly does it mean? how can one monosyllabic term accurately convey the whirlpool of chemical activity going on in our brains? it just doesn't cut it.

nothing is ever that perfect or easy. in reality people get zits and say dumb things. real relationships take patience and sacrifice and lots of communication - if you actually communicate, that is.

see, that's the catch. if you need to communicate to make things work, then you need to use words, and words, like i said, are useless. therefore it cannot be done.

and this entire post is a waste too.



quoted from "Boy Meets Girl", Francine Pascal