Designer: hothouseviolets
Base Codes (thank you very much): Manikka
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It took quite some time after my first shouts of "MERDEKA!!!" to get used to a guilt-free life (read: bumming around with steadily depleting cash).

Random pictures pre-Independence (aka days of yore)


Daily consumption

Daily state

How to keep a Vic quiet: problem sums

Incriminating evidence of Moose's inability to leave his hair alone for more than 1.5 minutes.

The kind of motivation I had :P

"SMILE!"
"tsk.laterrrrr"
"pause the game la"
"cannot pause!"
BOYS.

Andy Lau for you, Karen! Oy I tried.

The Emancipation of Mimi Me (so far)



HB(!!!) and I looking up to a brighter fake night sky

Britneyfans

These are my friends.

Sometimes I mistake them for the two chicken beside them

"Sigh, boys..." Man, I agree!

AuntAndice says.

coffeecupcakes, SItea, or me?

PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

This spells challenge.

keep the TIkus spirit alive!

Are you watching her, baby?

Like, hail me.

you'll never know what happened 2 seconds after this shot.

Jumpin Janes

Sun! Glorious sun!

Afrikkkaaaans!

When you weren't looking...

Said shaky butt: "Eh why your butt higher than mine? Like table!" (the nerve)

Spot her twirling in the midst (I lied I was from I Bet You Will)

someone thought the sun was a giant camera.

She tricked me. Bubbles don't come from soap, right?

tonight,

feel it.

Welcome back, life! (:

Labels: fun, girlfriends

The S.

Strength was looking at him in the eye and lying outright that we had nothing left to salvage.
Strength was learning how to let go of the happiest thing to have happened to me.
Strength was all about repulsing him with the wrong set of ideals just so he could walk away guilt-free.
Strength was living each day knowing I was leaning on nothing yet throwing myself against Gatling guns that were Cambridge.
Strength was swallowing blame after blame he threw my way on top of the above (his satisfaction at the expense of my tears sounded manageable).
Strength was shattering my dream with my own bare hands because he couldn't understand.
Strength was managing to convince the galaxy I had picked up.
Strength was fighting back tears seeing (and believing) what he had turned out to be, realising there was nothing in this world I could do about it.
Strength was having to admit I fell for his proclamation moments before he settled for an easier alternative: someone who was easier to handle. Someone else must have prayed for his speedy recovery, amin.
Strength was accepting his bullshit (mild, considering the things he expected me to believe) at face value.
Strength and bravery were letting him touch me knowing he could never respect females the way he accords respect to his mother and sister (proven otherwise yet?).

Strength is about praying for the safety of the girl in his arms now; I don't want her to discover the ugly truth about him.
Strength is wanting the world to know who he is, but restraining myself because he happens to need an untarnished reputation as a next-in-rank in a certain representative, uhh, body (my lovely friend advised not to specify his designation so go figure).

Strength will be about treating him nicely even though he can do me absolutely no good.

Oh yes yes. Strength is also keeping a straight face when Redz (not the abovementioned, for the clueless) says:
"so ur name confirm TIARA TAY?" :I

Hi. I want to go to the Bahamas and ride dolphins which won't mind kissing me. And be the next Mrs Lachey.

Okay change of ambition. I wanna dance like THIS (I said dance, not dress):



The real music vid is hard(er) to follow, I swear.

Dunno why I did it, but I observed training today. It has been two years since I stepped into the dojo. *emo moment please* I couldn't help choking back this stupid lump when I saw the very same people I used to learn with, packed with more punch and swifter than I had remembered. Stella, who was my partner. I watched as Ma'am combated her. She's good enough to spar Ma'am now. Our two fave boys, yx and alv. They train the kids now. I felt/feel so...left behind. It's not about the rankings.

It's remembering how much you wanted to gun for something, but circumstances permitted otherwise. It's realising that some sacrifices, are just not worth it.

I mean, look what it has come to. Me versus pieces of paper man, PAPER.

"A hundred have attempted to define Louis XVI, and a hundred have failed."-a brilliant female historian, I think.

Dear king,

Despite the odds, I tried. Not only that, I devoted chunks of my precious time understanding your rule, the personality of your wife, and those of your ministers. You were all I could think about these past few days. You gave me hope, in a way no other prominent figure in history could. I neglected people like Stalin and Hitler in favour of you. Can you imagine my horror when I saw the word 'Napoleon' staring back at me? Yes, I thought of ice-cream first (don't ask). Then my heart skipped a beat; maybe two. WHY DIDN'T YOU APPEAR ANYWHERE IN THE PAPER?! If you have never felt the same way about me, you should have made that clear wayyyy back, not today. Consider my sorrow and do something about the future generations.

Yours truly,
Yatay of Mongolia.

Leon Trotsky made clear to the SRs and Mensheviks:
"You have played out your role. Go where you belong: to the dustbin of history."

Well whatdya know? So should you. And your leader. Speaking of whom,
say whaaat?



Oh yes.
yakin: PEACE, BREAD, TALK!
deeds: LIBERTY, EQUALITY, MATERNITY!

Feel free to quote the potential revolutionaries.

I HATECHEW, technology. Not only did my beloved pc go bust on me, I had to resort to begging to use my sister's. All because dikin said "eh checked out my tribute to cj already or not?". How to resist?! && (AND AND please, I do not type like this under normal circumstances, I'm under gun-point pressure to leave, see) I have a revelation.

WILL THE REAL SLIM ShYIKIN PLEASE STAND UP? She wouldn't, but pose with me for a picture she did.

Read the sign yo, we ain't looking for a prince (she's got one), we're gonna be schoolmates with the fakey at *dies* ------TON. *giggle* Can't wait to be the fakesome three!

*edited.
HBHBHBHBHBHBHB! Yesterday I thought of the deal HB and I made with each other sometime back. The deal means that he could JUST turn out to be mine one day.

Today,weI made plans for us to go on my virgin trip to (somewhere only we know HAHAHAHAH!).
weHe spent so much time debating if it was a date.
too elated for words, I tried ending our text flow.

me: Study hard, make Sloman happy.

HB: Who's sloman? Your uncle? (and to think he was studying econs!)

me: JOHN! Ohkay, Keynes is gonna get mad at you.

HB:OH, hehe (so cute!). Have you done your prayers? (I WAS PREPARING TO OMG, he can read my mind :D) I'll see you after A's. =)

me: Don't worry so much. I'm bound to see you in between papers. Don't rindu (miss) excessively. Kawal perasaan (control your emotions), amin. (I was merely rephrasing what he says to me all the time)

HB:(all defensive) who's missing who? (you know it,dude). You yang tengah rindukan I macam gila (you're the one who's missing me like crazy).Can't wait for your last paper to finish right.

And we still don't tire of this same ole discussion. I know it's cheap thrill, but HB, is...HB. And I NEED a vent. This period is trying.

This girl will be no more as of today. I may have just screwed up my future, so I should just disappear back to Mongolia.

What WAS I thinking, doing the essay question everyone else probably did? Oh wait, I wasn't. I ended Paper 1 with a quote by Erasmus, and ended Paper 2 with one by get this-Zac Efron. Like, goodbye hope.