Angel by Sarah McLachlan. OH. its kinda blur cos of the host. but NVM! this song. OMG. so hot. miss shanthi played it during english along with this powerpoint.. and amanda and i were like. OMG! hahaha. cos he sang it. so nicely. this song can like make me day dream.
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5:12 PM
Monday, July 10, 2006
#1.
Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head.
After that tag at least 5 people to do this.
1. Laura Tan
2. Amanda.
3. Eugene
4. jessica teooo
5. jared
6. debbie!
7. linn
8. steph
9. MARC LIM.
10. Audrey HO
11. sarah nat
1. How did you meet 10?
> sec ONE ONE till now three three. in SCHOOL.
2. What would you do if you never met 2?
> bestie! wah. i dont know how i'd survive
3. What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?
WAHAHA.OMGoodness. she would NOT approve. NOT AT ALL.
4. Do you like 7?
not in the not straight way. haha. <3
5. Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?
haha. dont know....
6. Describe 3.
OOOH. haha. my lips are sealed.
7. Do you think 8 is attractive ?
WAH. in her green and pink bikini.
8. Tell me something about 2.
her new phone s so freaking nice la.
9. Do you know any of 4's family?
her MUMMY (:
10. Whats 5's favourite things?
his guitar, his phone, ER, his comp, his....DONO LA.
11. What would you do if 3 confesses he/she likes you.
haha. NO WAY. we're good friends only la.
12. What language does 6 speak?
english mainly?
13. Who is 9 going out with?
no one i know of? though he wants to go out with me? lol.
14. How old is 8 now?
soon to be fifteen?
15. When was the last time you talked to 1?
errr. i msg ytd.
16. What is 2's favourite band/singer?
none in particular.
17.Would you ever date 7?
i'm STRAIGHT! lol.
18.Would you ever date 11?
haha. NUH UH. she's saving herself for prince charming (:
19.Have you ever seen 2 naked?
we had to bathe together at camp. BUT, with underwear DUH.
People whom you want to pass this on.
HURR! LAURA TAN. when you're bored. do it OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. haha.
#2
The rules:
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you WISH are true.
Leave the Fibs alone.
Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.
I miss somebody right now.I don't watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.I love to play video games.I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.I curse sometimes.I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast. (sometimes)
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. ( i dont have caller id:)
I like the way I look.I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.I have a lot of friends.
I am currently single.I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop then eat. sometimes.
I don't hate anyone.I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God. (:I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I am happy at this moment.I'm obsessed with guys. ERR. not obsessed. though aud would think so. HUR HUR.
I study for tests most of the time (ALL)I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.I spend ridiculous money on makeup.I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went to college out of state.
I love kisses.(think hersheys)
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colors.I can't live without black eyeliner.
I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.
I can't whistle.I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.
I'm an artist. (aspiring? to be)
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex. platonically.
I love being happy. (though i'm not all the time)
I am an adrenaline junkie
err. whoever la. AHEM. TAN!
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10:25 PM
THANKS DEBBIE haha.
HAVE BEEN TAGGED!!
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Do the following without complaint
2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.
3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged.
4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.
FAVOURITES
Favourite Colour: turquoise!
Favourite Food: lobster bisque soup
Favourite Song: currently. stuck in my head. -start of smth new and what i've been looking for.
Favourite Movie: too many. erm. maybe corpse bride?
Favourite Sport: Cycling!
Favourite Day of the Week: Saturday
Favourite Season: Spring
Favourite Ice-Cream: Macadamia nut from Anderson's, Passionfruit and mango sorbet from marche's, mocha almod fudge of lime sherbet from swensons.
CURRENTS
Current Mood: slightly happier? considering the fact that i was so sad just now.
Current Taste: err?
Current Clothes: white charm shirt and blue UCLE shorts.
Current Desktop: some blue light flash.
Current Toe Nail Colour: mother of pearl, two coats and one coat of colourless.
Current Time: 10:09pm
Current Surroundings: My parents room.
Current Annoyance: nothing
Current Thoughts: what am i gonna say tmr?
FIRSTS
First Best Friend: Nicolette Yeo! and Brandon Tay!
First Crush: oooh. kindergarten guy. who's now migrated.
First Movie: cant rmb! haha.
First Lie:erm..
First Music: nursery rhymes i guess.
LASTS
Last Cigarette: SMOKING MAKES YOU FAT;acc to rach.
Last Drink: lime juice
Last Car Ride: taxi? on the way home just now.
Last Crush: the name or the date at which you had the last crush? haha. not SPECIFIED.
Last Movie: at a cinema? or not? Prince and me 2.
Last Phone Call: Amanda ytd?
Last CD Played: the prince and me 2 Video cd? haha.
HAVE YOU EVER
Have You Ever Dated One of Your Best Friend: nope.
Have You Ever Broken the Law: HAHA. jay walking?
Have You Ever Been Arrested: NUH UH
Have You Ever Skinny-Dipped: ew. no.
Have You Ever been on TV: YEA! singapore idol.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Dont Know: no way.
THINGS
1 thing You Do When You Are Bored: reflect.
2 Things You Can Hear Right Now:the start of smth new and the tv.
3 Things You Did Today: use my handphone, learn a new opening, cry.
4 Things You Are Wearing: specs, t-shirt, shorts, underwear
5 People to do this quiz: aw man. LAURA TAN. JEANETTE CHANG. CHRISTINE. er. JARED. if you're bored enough. AND AND AND. er. SHIRIN the SWAH.
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10:06 PM
you know how you get that feeling that you're being replaced. and the feeling that so many people hate you. and no one stands up for you cos they dont know you need them. and how people think you're exaggerating, though maybe you are. and how everyone seems against you. its like. you write poems to make other ppl who're having problems feel better, and you cant even help yourself. you just feel so awful. and the screen gets unclear. cos your tears make you unable to see clearly, while you try to force them away. trying to hold them back. to make others think you're alright. to try to tell yourself you'll be okay. cos you've always been able to hold things together. what if you cant anymore. and the people you want to be there for you, just seem to have forgotten. yea, exactly like that.
they just forget.
they just forget about you.
they just forgot everything.
everything they ever said before.
everything they meant.
they just forget.
but you.
you cant forget.
cos you dont forget.
you dont forget.
and thats what hurts the most.
not being able to tell them.they dont know how much you need a hug. just one sentence to let you know they care. and it'll all be okay. yea. they underestimate how much they mean.
you hope it'll be the same again someday.
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9:00 PM
Friday, July 07, 2006
discovering the inner ah lian.WAHHH. i randomly did the chinese assignment by TAN POH GEOK and i got 5/10 WAHA. i'm gonna try the HCL one. hee.
and HAHA. the forum is seriously FUN. oh no. i missed out one whole page for the HCL. aha. so actually i got 4/10. LOL.
can pass ANOT?
HAHAHAHAXCZXCZXCZ.i told you i'm learning (:
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6:14 PM
WAHA. the games on the e-learning are so retarded. especially the roll dice one. the quizzes for physics are good. they're great to learn from, honestly. the learning station experiment thing is FUN too. and this is coming from someone who hates physics. YUP.
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5:11 PM
the e learning forum is SO FUNNY.
haha. read the entries man.
I'm sure most of us are able to separate the subjects we have to do assignments for and those we don't have to. Such is the example of a girl who takes chinese, deciding whether or not she has to do a MALAY assignment. Come on, it clearly states ML. which stands for MALAY LANGUAGE. if you want to do it, just do it la. Dont leave others to imply that you're unable to decide whether you have it to do it or not (: besides, we dont have to wake up at 5.30am or earlier.
YAY ME.
Exactly!! I have malay homework under my assignments! Should i try it? That would be dumb wouldn't it? But it would be a great test on luck to see how many i would have gotten right!
ERM. STUPID.
Excuse me, why don't you mind your LANGUAGE? If you know all the teachers cansee what you post on the forums, you should stop using words like you just did! That's just so RUDE. I admit, E-learning is not as troublesome as some of these people are complaining about, but YOU didn't have to be so turned off by others' comments.
HAHA. pure STUPID.
yes!! i agree tat e learning is not a good method!!! firstly, it wastes time because we cannot concentrate well when using the computer at home. secondly, it really really tires the eye!!! thirdly, i find it difficult to learn as much frm this as when i am in school.fourthly, i think tat teachers must have used much of their time preparing the work, so if they stop this e learning system, they would not have to do so much work!! so..it benefits both parties!! therefore, i really really hope that there wont be anymore of this USELESS thing. =))
hurr. speak for yourself man.
Hello everyone.
Stop complaining lah! Gosh. Look at it this way.. Thank God for a long weekend& the freedom to do our (many) assignments as and when we want. Thing is, we could do it ANYWHERE. Grab a damn laptop, call your friends, go down to Starbucks, enjoy coffee& STUDY. Thought of that? I guessed not (:
So stop bitching on the forum where all your teachers can see& DO YOUR WORK. Perhaps that won't get you into trouble (:
HAHA. I like Linnette's best. aha.
i personally dont mind the system. yup. it gives you alot more freedom in deciding when to do the work. So, people who have poor time management will have a problem la. YEA. other than that, its alright. The website even has a COMPLAIN forum for laughs. haha.
so smart are her comments that people from this century find them stupid.
you made a mistake by getting on my wrong side.
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2:59 PM
Thursday, July 06, 2006
HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL IS LOVE.
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2:19 PM
i wrote God a letter.
and he replied a reply no one else could have given.
Your friends love you just the way you are.I created you unique, you shouldnt have to change just to suit how others think you should be. Continue to listen to your heart, and i will guide you through your journey. You will always have a choice in deciding what to do. Changing what people think about you isnt important, as long as you know, and love who you are, -Samantha. There's no other you in the universe.Remember that, always.it just touched me.
alot of things touch me. all the time.
this looks long and boring and cheem.
but you know, how often do we look out for people?
How often do we look out for the people around us who're just waiting to be helped?
the ones who're waiting for a hand to be stretched out to them. The ones people just ignore. Cos we've already marked our comfort zones.
How often do we take just one minute to say a prayer, for those who's lives aren't how they want it to be?
Sometimes we dont realise how lonely other people are, other times, we choose to ignore it.
How often do we offer the opportunity to another, to allow her to open that oyster shell, to reveal the jewel within?
Here's a story. I hope it touches you, like it touched me.
How a simple girl can make an impact on the life of one, when so many others failed to notice her existence.
The garden shimmered gently in a peaceful haze, bathing delicately at each dew-laden dawn, blossoming through high sunny noon tides, languishing in each crimson-tinted twilight that heralded the soft darkness of September nights…I closed the book, it was nothing short of an unreal fantasy. My attempt to fall asleep had once again been to no avail. Memories haunted me, as I tried to sleep and what had once been my dreams turned into the nightmares of reality.
My life was dull, nothing short of colourless. Left orphaned at the age of thirteen, adolescence made it hard for me to understand the fluxive changes which took place. The demise of my mother had left my father and me in the darkness. The part of life when there never seemed to be any rainbows, or visions of the crimson sun rising over a horizon, brushing pale streaks of pink and gold on the gray mist over calm sea waters. My father had turned to drug abuse to cope with the loss. Seeing traces of white powder on the kitchen table was just one of the few signs that had not been left unnoticed by me.
The day dawned humid and grey. Soon, dark cloud masses bunched in a lowering sky. I awoke to the gray walls of my room, which resembled a worn out white ironing board cover, which were pale throughout the day. My entire room was a lack of colour. A possible reflection of its owner. Although I stayed in a house large enough to accommodate another two persons, my father and I stayed in the house, as two separate individuals, seldom acknowledging one another. It was also for this lack of care in the household, that the back garden had been left untended. Weeds had conquered the ground and brown puddles of mud lay in the uneven areas of the soil. My entire background was in a squalid state.
Even school seemed dull to me. Back in primary school, a year ago, our desks were grey, and mine seemed paler than the rest. Marks made with my rusty penknife found a haunt on my desk top, saving my skin from scars. I walked to school daily, alone. Seen as a typical teen, the kind associated with listening to heavy metal music, I was never given the chance and never found the opportunity to let others step into my life, to break open that inner oyster shell, to reveal the soft pink insides and to discover the iridescent pearl within. Few attempted getting to know me, due to this unseen sign which seemed to hover above me, telling others to leave me alone. Teachers who noticed my lack of colour seemed not to care. I told myself that I wanted the help, that I needed that hand to be stuck out, so that I could take hold of it, and step back into the abyss of reality, and yet, it never came.
Afternoon shadows lengthen as the day draws to a close. It soon became nightfall and the new moon was up. It hung like a fresh minted coin in a still, cloudless sky of midnight blue. The trees in the neighbourhood stood like timeless sentinels, watching my every move through the four glass panels of my room window. Spider webs, long abandoned, clung to the corners and dust lay on the window sill. Photo frames stand displayed, in a dark corner, with the shadow reaching the edge of the table, darkening the photos. From my bed, the photos seem black and white, missing colour. They bring about memories, of the times spent with my mother-the days when there was colour in my life. The room is dark, with light emanating from my study table against the wall, opposite my bed. I watch the full moon move silently behind pillowy night-cloud formations and it hung in the blanket of the night sky. My vision soon fades as I slip into sleep.
The new day dawned in a haze of soft sunlight. Overhead, the sky was a delicate blue with small white clouds scudding along on the breeze. The flood of morning sunlight penetrated the shadows, melting them into a yellowy haze of light. I prepared myself for school and before I knew it, I was out of the house, somewhat escaping its pallid grasp. However, my influence by this lack of colour was reflected in my attire. Dressed from head to toe in shades of black and gray, I seemed to resemble the dark, gloomy clouds on a rainy day; the kind people wished did not exist. Somehow or other, I found it hard to dress in colour, especially when my surroundings were not half as vibrant as I had wished. Nonetheless, I traveled to school, with a tinge of enthusiasm on my part, after all, it was a new term, and it would provide me with a chance to start anew-or so I hoped.
The new school seemed monstrous -with red curtains along the frames of panes, the windows seemed like scary eyes, and the doorway into the school, the mouth of a monster, swallowing students as they so willingly walked into the locker-filled hallways. Putting aside my fear of being ostracized, I too walked through the doorway, like the one dark window among a thousand brightly lit ones. Students in the hallway, my potential classmates, seemed to have been forewarned of my attendance. Less than a hundred metres from the entrance, I had already attracted more stares than that which I had anticipated. I failed to recognize my being different from the others, to acknowledge that lack of colour. There came a day, however, when things began to pick up, bringing the colour back into my otherwise, pallid life.
I observed many students in the hallway, though one caught my eye. There was something different about her. I had not seen her before, chances were she was not from around here. She stood out from those in cliques, and yet she seemed to fit in. She wore a turquoise blouse with a radiant, lime green beaded bracelet. She dressed resplendently and her jeans, though dark blue, seemed a bright colour. She wore a pair of spaghetti sauce red and crimson orange sneakers with ivory-white shoelaces. Upon further observation did I realize her shoelaces had tiny rainbows on them. The clash of colour seemed not to affect her and she bore herself slim and graceful as a willow wand, with beautiful sienna skin faintly tinged with rose. Her smooth straight hair was dark brown and wound around her head in a plait, tied up like a crown, and giving her a regal air that complimented her whole appearance. Sunlight flooded down from the window panels at the sides of the hallway, etching small pools of light on the floor, and the rays seemed to be a spotlight on this girl.
Perhaps it was because of the fact that I was caught staring at her that she approached me, to say hello. We exchanged names and I thought that Amitola was a nice enough girl, who seemed to understand me. We spent time in classes together, learning more about one another with each period. As time passed, she got to know me well and we spent time during recess just chatting. I soon found out from her that she was Native American and that she too came from a broken family. At first, I failed to understand how Amitola could live such a colourful life.
The first day of the new term seemed to have passed by so quickly, leaving me more eager to return the next day. That night, the sky was clear and dark, and a slight breeze stirred the air. A silvery cloud drifted over the houses, its edges glowing with ruddy light cast from the moon which was cradled between two houses. I slept well that night, and before I went to bed, I managed to say goodnight to my father. It seemed as though part of this girl had rubbed off on me.
The sun rose the next morning with a glorious conflagration of pink and yellow. The golden sunlight gave a glow to each of the houses in my neighbourhood. The glow seemed more radiant on my house than all the others since it had normally been in darkness. I met Amitola at the traffic light near school and we walked there together. The school day passed quickly, and before I knew it, I found myself saying bye to her, as we parted, and accepting a small pouch, made out of animal fur, from Amitola. The content being more important, I rushed home to open it. Upon reaching home and entering my room, I pulled the string loose and out it fell.
A piece of thick thread with seven different colours which had been woven together to form this friendship band. A single tear slid down my cheek, for the significance of the colours it held was great. Red, orange, yellow, blue, green, indigo and violet, the colours brought back into my life. I walked to my room window and drew the curtains. The rays of sunlight streamed gloriously through the glass. Darkness and shadow were no longer to be an element in the house. I opened my room window allowing more light in, etching pools on my room floor. Sunlight sparkled on the photograph frames which had been left in the shadows and the spider webs, along the corners of the window pane, had become glittering filigree as each dew drop turned it into a scintillating jewel.
Floods of silver sunlight from a pale cloudless sky entered my room, invited. It was because of Amitola that the colour had been brought back into my life, it was for our blossomed friendship. The sunlit late afternoon stretched into a warm evening turning the walls of my room a rosy hue, with the speckle of golden dust motes drifting lazily on the rays of the setting sun. The last rays of the sun sent slender slivers of ruby and gold from behind a purple-blue cloud bank as I stared at the photographs along the staircase in my house. Light which had flooded in through the window gave each memory an orange glow, a glow of happiness and colour. In every smile, in every photograph, was colour.
The next morning was glorious, for it was a new day. Dawn came pearly gray, shot with shafts of peach and dusky pink as the sun broke the eastern horizon with the break of dawn. I dressed in shades of blue, reflecting the sky. A pair of pink and gold dangling earrings complimented my wavy hair as I stepped out of my house and into the direct path of sunshine. I tied the friendship band round my wrist, a constant reminder of the colour in my life, and the friendship I had with her. I could not wait to see Amitola, to exhibit the change in me, the change she had influenced. It was soon recess, and I was still unable to find her. No one else seemed to notice her disappearance. During recess, I was invited to a table with a group of my classmates and proceeded to join them. I got to learn about each of them and before long, I had more friends then I could count.
I left school that day, puzzled. Late afternoon sunlight stenciled my shadow which was shaped in soft pink relief on the cement foot path. Where could she be? It was not like her to skip school. This continued for the next few days and soon, days became months. As time passed, I found time to decorate the back garden. I planted rows of flowers, the softly coloured patches mixed with the unmarked boundaries of emerald grass. My relationship with my father has also improved, he sends me to school every morning and we spend valuable time at counseling sessions, strengthening our bond.
Many months have passed since I last saw Amitola. Then, one afternoon, I decided to tidy my study table, to make it more presentable in light of my change. As I cleared out the dust coated items on my shelf, a book fell out -a baby names directory. A single page was bookmarked with a faded friendship band, its memory still lingering. The name I saw on the bookmarked page had a refreshed meaning, for it was only then that I realized that the Native American name, Amitola, meant rainbow. I looked out into the window and gazed into a Caribbean blue sky. Clouds scudded along with the breeze and I saw a magnificent arch of colours, shining with a soft quivering light. The end of the rainbow was in my back garden. Watching from my room window, I whispered thanks, for she was the palette which added colour to my life -she was the rainbow.
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1:23 PM
HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL IS LOVE.
and the only thing better than HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL for me right now, getting my phone back!
OMG. YES.
the WAIT is OVEEEERRRR.I've got it BACK!oh joy.
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1:10 PM
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
THIS SUPER NICE pict, is courtesy of someone's blogskin. SUPER GOOD la. some people are genius. this if OH SO FUN. i can read it :D haha.
i bet SHE cant.O lny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.
cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The
phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if
you can raed tihs psas it on !! mmhmm. school today. SHEESH. at least there's two days of NO SCHOOL thanks to the TESTING of the E-learning.HAHA. yup. WAH.
IMAGINE this.
A school day. One of those days where you daydream of your prince charming during some boring lesson. His hair, just how you imagined it. His eyes, you could stare into them forever. Then the bell rings. SHIT. you're late for the next lesson. after school. You wait at the bus stop. Dreaming of your prince charming, once again. Then, a bus stops. And you stare at a guy. He stands in the crowded SBS bus. He stares back at you for twenty seconds, then smiles. It takes you another twenty seconds to realize he's smiling at you. WHY ON EARTH IS HE SMILING AT YOU MAN!? You smile back, stupidly.Who is this guy? Do you know him? Why is he smiling at you?Then, as the bus starts to move, it dawns upon you, seconds too late.You wave goodbye.and blush, IN EMBARRASSMENT.Who's the guy?MR JASON NGOMG.here's the real thing.
me and amanda were at the bus stop. so a bus came. So i was staring at this guy who was standing in the bus. he looked SO familiar. then he smiled at me. i was like ERRR. why is he smiling at me. THEN. I'm like OMG. It's Mr NG. HAHA. wth! how stupid i must have looked! i was staring at him!
unconsciously of course. TSK.haha. well, the bus window was FOGGY. LOL. OMGoodness. Ee.
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7:43 PM
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
omg. do i really look like ----? eugene! HURR. no la! haha. i dont mind BEING a taitai though. aha.
magenta is NICE.
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8:20 PM
The pleasure of sucking.
she said YOU SUCK so loudly and gave me the look as I walked past her. WTF la. What did I ever do to her man! SHEESH.
Who’s the bitch man.
Whats her problem! Omg. Ahaha. Oh well. I shan’t try to change the fact that she thinks
I SUCK.
After all, I DO SUCK.
At A maths.
And physics.
And loads of other things.
Haha. I never denied it.
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7:19 PM
Monday, July 03, 2006
i've learnt NEW chinese (or some dialect) words and phrases!MEI TUI
SHUAI GE
SAN BA
TAI JIANWO SHI GE HEI REN ANG MOH(hurr) SUO YI WO BU MING BAI NI ZAI SHOU SHE MEle gai car ceng bi mi gui car tuaHAHA. WHOAAAAH.
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1:04 PM
