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should've guessed.there was mass ponning today.yeah school sucks without some people around.

meon accompanied me back to the alma mater to grab my o-level cert.meon-"Is this a war zone?".HAHA!was totally demoralised when i got reminded of my unsatisfactory results.managed to duck away from sight before we scooted off hurriedly.just didn't feel like talking to anyone.that place reminds me so much of memories i wish to leave behind.

so then, when many were out taking advantage of the short day with their friends, i zoomed back to school for the project smile training.we were taught some magic tricks.coolness.i'm on my way to becoming karen's next magician and making her disappear.i want to run away, join the circus, make people happy, and marry jason momoa.

in a bid to get rid of some depressing thoughts, i ran a few laps and went to the gym. instead, i got really pissed at my horrible stamina and my weakening arm power.damn, i need archie to train me.my timings are just unacceptable.*shakes head*.

now now.time to race against time.

wha.think i screwed up my french prelims.2.75 hrs is no joke.i resorted to smsing when the woman refused to let me use the loo.retard.when she finally did,i bumped into nana (who was staring at her pretty face in the mirror) and we bitched bout the paper before returning to our respective exam rooms.hah.

training turnout was poor.got our jerseys though, and i just wanna take this opportunity to declare that the digit 9 is extremely lovely.the last match was fun(ny).
"girls, relax."
"here baby here!"
"nice one baby!"
hahahahah.what you get when you put one guy and five girls in a team.

been listening to the hardest thing every single night for 4 months straight and i'm still sucha sucker for the song.i don't feel sorry for dragging ella to the talk on airforce.i'm sure she enjoyed every minute of it, just like how i feel less weird with time when she drags me to gigs.my doubts were cleared, and i've never been so sure.i swear, when i get my wings, i'll look down and sing from my own fighter plane : "goodbye to you.goodbye to everything that i knew". yes.

i'm saying this now.i feel so lucky.i screwed up SO many times, yet i was given chances and now it's totally impossible to count my blessings.(=

Happy Teachers' Day to those who deserve their salaries.

you could be my unintended, choice to live my life extended...

dreams, hopes, and memories.

ella and i overshot the bus ride to town and ended up at a place with beautiful homes under construction. instinct, really.It was all quiet,romantic and eerie at the same time. some construction worker actually let us in one of the compounds to oogle at ze gorgeous pools and fine architecture. we spoke of our dream houses, whined about the space constraint this country has, and just walked along the lanes.I couldn't help but think of squidy.Even if we don't speak to each other for the rest of our lives, the memories will remind.Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain.

what cheered me up.talk about cheap thrill.

And this,

is just weird.for the clueless, "kawasan awam" is malay for public area. Not exactly private, are we?

i long to be a kid once again.bex, ali, aaron and i engaged in a convo centered on wishes to turn back time on our way home from class.tuckshop versus canteen.recess versus break.handbook versus organiser.zero point.hopscotch.vitagen.holding hands with fingers on the lips.homework being soooo simple.meaningless crushes versus real heartbreaks.growing up carefree is just so hard to do.

We laughed until we had to cry, we loved right down to our last goodbye, but over the years we'll smile and recall for just one moment we had it all.

Labels: girlfriends

My failure to effectively translate the speech for the competition made me
1) doubt the authenticity of my C.A.P. cert
2)conclude that journalism ain't my thing.

and dear karen, here's 1/2 of your pair of chomel cherry earrings which i've enlarged and transformed into...



my hair accessory.
SMILE!

it's beyond comprehension why some people have *that* much faith in me.Now i sense the pressure rising.mummmmyyyyy.

i don't know how i got this far.But letting go seems so easy now.

sharini, liyana and ella my flatfoot, thank you.I promise to be more responsible and less hasty the next time i wear the college blazer.If i do.And i will stick to my vow of leading a healthier lifestyle.It was really sweet of candice, my fellow princess from agrabah, to bring me those stuff.(=

if only we could be as carefree and happy like before.singing songs without really knowing the lyrics.giggling behind pillars.voicing out whatever.acting silly.name-calling anyone in sight.not caring bout anything but ourselves.i prolly didn't show it but both of their miseries affected me.the days when we'd guy-bash and make fun of the things that couldn't bring us down seem sooooo far away.cheer up.I'll get you guys lollies!

okay.i can't stop laughing at what dah just said bout eye candy numero deux.i can just pass out laughing now.*bangs table*.this is crazy but he...

and if your eyes are the last thing that i see, then i'll know the beauty heaven holds for me...

i actually feel sorry for what i did.and so i will try my very best to live up to your expectations, iron out your unfound worries, live my life the way you want it to be...in my dreams. Don't waste your time already. It's that flame in me you can never snub out.

I'm astonished at my indifference towards my undone presentation for prelim oral tomorrow.wow.

*snorts* "feedback has been positive.bla bla..but..bla bla..".
oh really?okay.I'd better have "perfect" as my conduct by year-end then.

i want all the fun back.all of it.

when it's over, we'll elope.

For something of so much worth, i have done relatively little.

precisely yati. i love u

i love weewee

i love yoyo

i am yoda

yoyo + yoda= yoyoyoda.-karen

Rule-abiding isn't *that* hard after all. Keeping hunger at bay is, though.

Come tomorrow, all will be justified. Yoda's birthday. Shopping, favourite. My plan backfired, therefore there ain't gonna be no sweet home entries in a loooong time.She's gonna have to answer to him when asked why a part of my precious teenage life was taken away like that.And then i'll smile and kick ass.

So put your best dress on,
And wrap yourself in the arms of someone
who wants to give you all the love you want...

i know chances are slim. No one believes, but impossible is nothing.

in random order:

1) flat-footed baboons people have the gift of running fast, but unsafely.
2) The trick to expanding hairbands has NOTHING to do with having a big head.
3) Convince everyone that Starbucks is safer than home.
4) NEVER poke. palm. =)

Do not attempt to understand any of the above if you're neither abu nor suspicious.

Calling for steffo. Free yourself this weekend baby!

Til everything burns, while everyone screams.Burning their lives, burning my dreams
All of this hate and all of this pain.Burning all down as my anger reigns.Til everything burns.








he sang to me.

howdy.i never thought singapore was *that* well-connected till i decided to take 3 long bus rides home stead of one.apart from effectively killing time, i bumped into li mian on the bus.we chatted for quite a bit and i *still* think i should be schooling where he is.i know, no regrets. however, i have very little to say in favour of ny, apart from my cca, teammates,my fantastic classmates (note: not class, which would've included jee***.yucks la), my one confidante, mud-cursing, and the lift that is making people increasingly lazy. but the love is growing i guess.thanks to the forms that karen has affectionately termed "dog tags".

i have been sickeningly punctual for school for one week straight.and i actually bothered to waste my breaks slogging on the Term Paper due today.I don't really see the difference between penalising a botched job and a late paper, that's why. I'm becoming a better stud no thanks to jeever the creeper.*beams*.

There's an army of lovers dying to meet you
dying to make your acquaintance
it could be you
or it could be me...

that's it.one more "yati, dance!" and i'll kill DAH (exclamation mark and smiley face) for starting the whole 8 (and counting) steps guide.warning: she exaggerates.

i wonder if they were for real.i'd have swapped places with ella anytime.i am NOT complaining.

someone has been of good influence lately.i never thought i could ever be lulled into doing schoolwork. =)

all i wanna do is sit here and see you smile.not even mud (the person) matters right now.

the fireworks took my breath away.literally.had a blast, post-party.the fly-past was absolutely faultless.

zak and i were just in time to hug a few buddies before they went thru the departure gates after a 1km dash.guilty of not spending more time with rusdi, i am. felt a rush of sadness when i passed his gift over, but i couldn't cry.i will always remember what he said to me.

reality check.
one.
i cannot afford to disappoint liyanah this time.not after what she's done for me.=)

I miss you a little, I guess you could say. A little too much, a little too often, a little more everyday.

the standard red tee was bad enough.bloody ***vai had to make things worse.how on earth could the ministry allow sucha clueless kid trapped in a hairy body to teach anything but suicide?zip it if you know nada bout friendships.

howells.shit happened the moment she was born.

i really hope the heartland national day celebs won't dissapoint.it's not everyday you see fireworks and fighting falcons above your heads.

i finally understood everything yesterday.stupid karen got me all so emotional.hahah.quiet nights are becoming dangerous.i deleted every post with reference to squidy.ok, almost.

let's just be frank.small problems are so worth dismissing.yes, small.you don't have a problem if your best friend ignores you.it's her problem.you don't have a problem if you think you're behind time in your studies.it just means your teachers are not at the top of things.so sam, lighten up.

no matter which school i go to, i'll always be dm's best friend.flatfoot and i were given monitoring forms, written on them "Reason(s) for monitoring: Continued and reported absence from lectures and tutorials".Whatever.I personally think it should've been "Blatant disregard for punctuality".

netballing with the krc members later.

fly-past, fireworks, here i come.