So we sealed the deal with a kiss

Sunday, May 11, 2008 10:07 PM

http://allacoustic.livejournal.com

12:40 AM

While i've been trying to figure out what love was, it finally revealed itself to me.

Zenn was admitted to NUH yesterday. The doctors confirmed that it was appendicitis and we waited 7 hours for the operating theatre to be ready.

You don't know how difficult it is to tell an eleven year old that he was to undergo surgery. Without any familiar faces around him in a big cold room before the anaesthesia takes control.

The numerous jabs scared him and he kept asking if there were more to come. He kept asking what would happen if he were to get up during the surgery. He just kept asking. I whispered a prayer with him and then, i saw little tear drops sliding down his cheeks. And that's when i was like shit, and inside, i begged to switch places with him.

Thursday, May 8, 2008 5:51 PM

A funeral for my once loved youth.

I left school early because i was lying there like a dead fish. I received a message this morning from "mum" saying "have you eaten the croissant?" And because i wasn't using that line at that time i didn't see the msg until much later.

I went down and i looked into the fridge but there was nothing there so i was like, mum, where are all the croissants man. And she went, what croissants? And i said, the ones you msged me about just now! She insisted she didn't so i showed her the msg and we both frowned at it for awhile.

Then she asked, whose phone it was and i was like it's kenny's spare. And so my more intelligent mum said, could it be his mum? And shit i checked the message details and realised that it really from his mum. I called him right after and asked where the breakfast he was supposed to pass to me was and he had already eaten it (!!)

I think kenny would kill me if i start questioning my purpose of existence all over again. If i could just stop thinking for a minute.

At this very moment, my life is up for rent, any takers?

Each smile does not fully blossom. Each laugh is broken down and hesitation is injected in. You're dying to finally laugh with those eyes closed. They are swollen from fatigue. Drowning in such self-pity again, can't you come up with something new? Shoot me again. So i'll be able to stop hanging for my life. Shoot me brutally and hard, so that these endless small bolts are replaced with one final huge blow. I can just imagine that last breath. I'm fantasizing about it. It'll be slow. It'll be gentle. It'll be mine forever.

11:41 AM

Nick Thomas is a lyrical genius, produces kick ass music and has the most fucking amazing voice ever. My all time favourite xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

The spill canvas owns, PERIOD.

Fade in, start the scene.
Enter beautiful girl.
But things are not what they seem,
As we stand at the edge of the world.

"Excuse me sir, but I had plans to die tonight.
Oh, and you are directly in my way.
And I bet you’re gonna say it’s not right."
My reply,
"Excuse me miss,
But do you have the slightest clue,
Of exactly what you just said to me,
And exactly who you’re talking to?"

She said, "I don’t care you don’t even know me."
I said, "I know but I’d like to change that soon hopefully.
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion,
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion.
See the trick is that you are never supposed to act on it.
No matter how unbearable this misery gets."

"You make it sound so easy to be alive.
Tell me how am I supposed to seize this day,
When everything inside of me has died?"
My reply,
"Trust me girl.
I know your legs are pleading to leap,
But I offer you this easy choice.
Instead of dying living with me."

She said, "Are you crazy? You don’t even know me."
I said, "I know but I’d like to change that soon hopefully.
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion,
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion.
See the trick is that you are never supposed to act on it.
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.

I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough,
And all this cliché motivation it could never be enough.
I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
But what good would that do?
My offer stands and you must choose."

"Alright you win but I only give you one night,
To prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight.
I swear to God if you hurt me I will leap.
I will toss myself from these very cliffs,
And you'll never see it coming."

"Settle precious, I know what you're going through.
Because ten minutes before you got here I was gonna jump too.

Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion,
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion.
See the trick is that you are never supposed to act on it.
No matter how unbearable this misery gets."

Tuesday, May 6, 2008 9:42 PM

After what it seemed like endless days, my shower heater finally got repaired, thank goodness for that. I no longer have to play psychological games with myself, which is trying to make the icy cold water a lot more comfortable than it really is.

Bio spa (skill A) was really no joke. I love my rusty brain for soaking in about 7 pages of pure regurgitative nonsense. It was really a mad race once they said you may begin. So pressed for time, i was afraid to stop writing, so i just went on and on. My handwriting was grass-like, good luck markers.

I'm falling sick. I choose the worst times to fall sick. There's something funny about my fringe. Maybe it's the way it's able to stand at an angle of 45 degrees when i get out of bed in the morning. Actually, i think my hair must hate me because i treat it like crap. All that perming and constant colouring. Nevertheless, i still think i have too much hair on my head.

I have to serve detention twice this week. I should just camp out at school.

I feel like having a massive sleepover with an infinite amount of chocolate and a thousand good movies to make us laugh and cry the whole night through. Too bad the big bad A levels just robbed us of that grand idea.

Sunday, May 4, 2008 6:19 PM

How vs Why

I heard left brainers tend to ask how while right brainers always go, why.

"!! i love shann!! even though she orders century eggs with ginger for lunch at hongkong cafe and eats olives when she's bored hahaha."

Haha, i love you too jan. (No matter how weird i am) :)

Some of the shots i sent in for sypa:

Today is a happy day, kenny got the Taking Back Sunday one (newly self-proclaimed fan you see haha) And, we got the same sizes so we can interchange :D

Today, i am going to say that i hate technology. Because we have grown to be so dependent on it that we become useless idiots without it. I can't believe i can't live without my phone. First, my Samsung phone started to have random blackouts and my Motorola was so laggy so kenny lent me his phone (because i liked it teehee). This morning none of the keypads could work and my other phones were messed up, i just wanted to kill something. So.. to the person who msged me at about 9:30 this morning, i'm sorry i'll never know who you are because i couldn't freaking open your msg. Maybe it's time for a new phone.

I think i'll be an eternal object of humour if someone takes a video of me now. I'm singing to "Unbreak my heart" by Witney Houston, i'm gobbling chocolate tea cakes down like a cow and my hair is in a bun which looks like it just got raped.

When the sun shines we'll shine together, told you I'll be here forever.

Saturday, May 3, 2008 3:01 PM

You are who you are because of certain events which happened in life. I mean would you write the same way again if told you exactly what your handwriting said about you, would you be able to drop that consciousness?

My mum was so successful at establishing the habit of not lying down sideways when you watch tv in me (because it's bad for your eyes) that i can't even watch something in the most lazy manner because it feels unnatural and wrong.

I finally watched V for Vendetta yesterday and it was awesome.

"Every time i hear a siren, i worry about you."

"The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain."

So quite obviously, school has been quite the bore for me.

Well well, happy labour day. Check our our nice little booby aprons. My boobs just drooped all the way to my hips while kenny's ones were all crushed and crumpled, yes courtesy of him.

Pizza for dinner!!

There you go :D

Teehee then we took happy for a walk at night.

My favourite alley.

If i gave you the chance to erase everything you know now and to wake up not remembering a thing, or who you are, would you take it? And all those sweet memories you had, it won't be painful letting go of them, because you won't even remember having them. I think the hardest part would be to say, i'm ready, with tears slowly blurring your vision.

12:31 AM

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfection disappears. When i was a child, i talked like a child, i thought like a child, i reasoned like a child. When i became a man, i put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now i know in part; then i shall know fully, even as i am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

I love you.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008 7:14 PM

And i'll bleed this skyline dry, your history is mine.

Bel just cracked me up. "next sunday, 4th of may (gosh its already may 3months to prelims!! start worrying and come for this study session i assure you it will be productive) at either serene centre or coffee bean at sixth avenue at 12pm?please respond to this post thank you!!<3,>academic head, isabel kohokay fine i know i'm so not funny but just turn up please"

I bet all my teachers in school hate me and they're screaming in their heads, die shann, die. And they're probably laughing too because their pay cheques will absolutely be unaffected by my results. I wonder if teachers have constant urges to swear in class (which is technically wrong). I mean i guess so, since majority of them are so pmsy all the time. I wonder how they keep it in. And you know, if teaching was really so difficult, why don't you just freaking quit. You have the freedom of career choice while i, very unfortunately cannot choose who i want to be taught under. Talking about teaching, i guess it's quite a steady safe job, i mean i think it's pretty hard to get sacked. You do a shitty job and you Still get paid while you're able to enjoy using that tiny bit of authority you have in school and lash out at students every other day.

Now i should fear for myself. Because everyday, i see less and less importance in studying. That's bad. Really bad.

I wonder why finger nails and hair everywhere else but the hair from your head grow so fast.

I think my sense of humour is getting really weird/off these days. It's getting really hard for me to laugh and when everyone is laughing, i just don't seem to think that things were that funny. And after that, i'll find myself laughing at the most random and amazingly unfunny things to myself. Sheesh why, am, i, so, weird.

I sent a set of 6 photographs in for the singapore young photographer award. It started off as a slogging-off-to-have-something-to-write-for-my-testimonial thing but at the end of it, i can really say that a fair bit of effort had to be put in. A little of your heart, blood and sweat.

I randomly visited blogs (the whole world is taking part in it) and after that, i didn't exactly want to submit my photos anymore (although my initial plan was to just give it a whack hahaha). People (kick ass professionals) (who made me drool) have planned and prepared for months with near perfect ideas, and as for me, i just sent in whatever i had, simply because those.were.whatever.i.had :(

I better get some sleep, i've been looking insanely shagged. I'm just drained and the insomnia is hitting me hard.

Wrong or right

Black or white

If i close my eyes,

It's all the same.

Sunday, April 27, 2008 8:21 PM

I shall blog about my very unfriendly weekend.

Other than me losing my best friend who was on crutches in a flea market yesterday, which was actually more amusing than worrying, (yes i know, lousy friend i am) this weekend has been fucking fucked up.

Actually, i've been wanted to cut down on my Fs because lately, my lack of feminity has been getting to me. Also, it makes me wonder if i very sadly fall short of so much vocabulary that i have to resort to Fs all the time. Oh well.

(Omg i know this is random but someone just signed onto msn and her nickname was "no one dies a virgin, life screws us all") I actually laughed.

Back to my lousy weekend. Actually it has been much worse than i am making it sound. It feels as though someone is digging and clawing at this void which is living in me. I hate crying because it is useless and it reveals how weak i am. Worst of all, it shows those who hurt you that they really sliced you apart at the very right sweet spot.

So for the last time, i shall say this again,

WILL THE PEOPLE I LOVE MOST STOP FUCKING HURTING ME ALREADY.
FUCK, IT'D BE FUCKING GREAT IF YOU COULD.

8:00 PM

Sunday best and broken glass

It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing

Saturday, April 26, 2008 1:12 PM

I'll try for one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand,
Maybe we can be happy again

The view from the Swiss hotel at approximately 6 in the morning. It was our prom night and it was not like we got up early, i think we just didn't sleep. And can you believe it, it was almost a year and a half ago. It's rather amazing that i have like tons of different shots of the same old trusty sun.

Anyway, why should anyone judge me if i'm okay with being fat. The deviation from the acceptable norm should be applauded actually. Okay maybe that's just an excuse for my inability to stop myself from pouncing on food.

I swore to use more colours while highlighting my notes but i have failed terribly. I think i might buy some fabric and make my own pencil case soon. I've always thought that the things i use most should be personalised.

Hi jan, could you please make an account for me so that i can read your locked lj because i'm too fucking lazy to do so. Preferably rabbitscantsing.
And i know our 5 years of friendship will forgive whatever i just said.
Yay.

OMG MY THIGHS ARE SO NUMB THAT I CAN'T BLOODY FEEL ANYTHING WHEN I SCRATCH THEM, FUCK FUCK FUCK

Thursday, April 24, 2008 10:20 PM

You came and saved me tonight

Defending all my life

Now i'm contented with my breath

It feels as though the protective veil over you has been lifted and you're susceptible to anything and everything. So much shit has happened that i truly believe that the worst possible things can and would happen now. I feel like i'm decomposing, slowly rotting away, started off with something great with everything gradually eroding away, turning into tiny non-existent bits. Useless bits.

Finally got some pictures done, here they are:

My new found spanking clean toilet:

I hate school.

Monday, April 14, 2008 12:50 AM

fuck.

Sunday, April 13, 2008 6:10 PM

I love doing nothing with you.

1:58 PM

And you're dying to look cute in your blue jeans
But you're plastic just like everyone

Sometimes i think that no one deserves to be loved because we are all selfish. Love, the most selfless thing, very sadly, is selfish. It's selfish because you don't want the one you love to love another. You're undeserving, yet you still want to be loved. You're selfish.

It's like the butterfly effect. You can't make things perfect. Everything you do or try to fix entails another screw up somewhere else. Everyone can't be happy.

So everyone is selfish and we can't all be happy. That is so stupid

Will you grow up to be all the things you hate?

We always hurt the ones we love.
The ones you swore never to hurt.

2:47 AM

An entry without any words

Saturday, April 12, 2008 1:09 AM

This is Jan. I infer that she likes my chair a lot.

Finally removed them. I thought my eyes were going to turn into dried prunes. The problem with lenses is that they really suck the moisture out of your sockets.

I have a love-hate relationship with my bangs. I know i won't keep it again, and i kinda like it now but i do miss my old hair. Then, on some mornings, i just want to pull off/out those short puny strands. I think i like my bangs most on wednesdays and fridays, really. And on mondays and thursdays i really just want my fringe back. (It takes me 3 useful pins and a useless hairband to put my bangs up)

I watched Juno today, at last. I think she's the funniest human being on earth.

Oh yes, playing sunday drive (by the early november) in the car on your way home is like awwwesome. You just hold your breath when the sound diffuses out of the speakers.

Maybe i'll do something meaningful tomorrow (other than getting dragged to the dentist in the morning by my mum), something like making raspberry sorbet.

The truth is you could slit my throat,
And with my one last gasping breath,
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

*If all else fails, i'll kidnap TBS.

Friday, April 11, 2008 12:25 AM

Orgasmic. It'd be a dream come true to watch them play live.

Well I got a bad feeling about this,
I got a bad feeling about this. (To hell with you and all your friends, it's on.)
I'm coming over but it never was enough;
I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you.

Thursday, April 10, 2008 8:46 PM

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication

I tried. But i guess i don't have the patience to do such things anymore. And since i don't really feel like blogging anymore, spending time on it would be more than a waste of time. LJ just has a lot of things splashed all over the place, and being the lazy person i am, i really don't want to bother about it anymore. What amused me was this:

They actually have a why do you want to delete your life journal account page, hahaha.
Check out my parents won't let me use live journal anymore, hahahaaaaaa

I didn't go to school today. I wrote a letter to my mum and stuck it to my door. I cited why, really (my list of valid reasons), i shouldn't go to school today.

My dearest mum: "Even my chili plants grow faster"

(She was commenting on my lack of height), without much tact very obviously.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008 5:14 PM

"How would you keep your hair if you were a girl?"

Kenny: long. But no bangs.

HAHAHA thanks a lot.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008 8:43 PM

How many special people change?

I'm letting the OC soundtrack run. There's something wrong with my laptop speakers, i switch on the sound and it goes SHHHHHFBFBYQRDGCD432HF.

So jan and i sat the hong kong cafe and let the words flow out of our mouths like endless streams. We talked about everything under the sun and moon while i enjoyed my century eggs (weird i know), dim sum, thick toast and iced tea. It is moments like these you know you're not alone. A fine moment when you think you're so blessed, because a good friend is found only after meeting hundreds and hundreds of people. So blessed that, you could actually use the word trust in this world.

My stomach's much better now but i still do get random sudden gastric attacks periodically. Sunday was great. I had the chance to indulge in my most favourite food in the world. I would really go back to Italy just to savour everything again. And i really love champagne jelly, it's like the best. I shall find out how to make it. But on the way to the restaurant, i had a sudden funny thought, i really started hoping that the waitresses did not wear white blouses and black pants/jeans because if you ask me, i really looked like a waitress. I don't even know why i felt like dressing that way that night hahaha. They wore peach blouses and black pants, anyway.

I realised that i sit every straight when i eat.

And kenny thought i did it for mere fun.

What a joke.

So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with,
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.

Monday, April 7, 2008 10:43 PM

"You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you"

Saturday, April 5, 2008 11:56 PM

Romeo is bleeding.

I took this when i was in Venice. Although i think the bride was shivering her ass off because i was wearing like a big fluffy red jacket (and i still felt cold), i think there's something beautiful about this shot.

The bitch is back. Insomnia has been tugging at me recently again. It has made afternoon naps feel unnatural.

My fringe is so short i think i can spike it up, :D
I really have to say that i'm still feeling proud of my rather tidy room now. And my stomach's still screwed up, i'm trying to soothe it with hot chamomile tea now. I get gastric quite often actually, and logically that's quite impossible, looking at the way i gorge myself all the time. I guess it's due to hyper acidity. Anyway, gastric has been making me wonder, don't anorexic girls suffer from severe gastric all the time?

My tutor has quite a funny OCD. And it's really obsessive. She can sit down for a few hours just to make sure that her nails are cut to sheer perfection. She brings her handy dandy nail clipper everywhere she goes and she even cuts her nails during lecture, or so she says. She describes her nails as being ultra oval (which totally cracked me up) and they Are ultra oval actually. The curves are freaking, Freaking, even and smooth. They really put my fingernails to shame (although i don't exactly keep nails because of guitar). Worse still, my semi-painted lack of life maroon toenails.

Everything, is dust in the wind.

12:43 AM

Drop everything, start it all over
remember more than you'd like to forget

Happy wins the title of the cutest dog in the world hands down.

I am still sick. I have indigestion, and because of that, i can't eat. Because i can't eat, i have gastric, along with nausea. I honestly miss eating my ass off, although i complain about my weight gain a lot.

I finally caught Fight Club and Horton today, and i really enjoyed both. I haven't been going out much and i'm in a serious need of shopping just that i'm really too lazy too. Girlfriend, if you're reading this, YOU STILL HAVE TO GO TO GUCCI WITH ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME BEFORE YOU FLY BACK. AND WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR FISH AND CO SESSION :(

I was taking a heavenly shower yesterday. My heavenly shower was interrupted by bursts of lightning and booming thunder. The lights were just going on off on off on off on off because of the blackouts and seriously, when you've got soap all over you, the only thing you can do is to stand there and curse. (It was honestly quite freaky too) It started to get quite heavy and the thunder almost felt like petty tantrums of the rain. I refused to move in the dark and i was really convinced that i'd get electrocuted if i let the water run. Lovely + comical experience, i'll give it 4.5 stars.

$3 (for food)
$1.40 (for a drink)
x 2 (break + lunch)
=$8.80
8.80 x 5 x 4=$176

Can you imagine, i spend about $176 bucks on shit food in school every month.

Thursday, April 3, 2008 7:19 PM

It's quite strange that you have absolutely no control over the one definite thing which would happen to you only once in life, death. Well not if you plan to take your own life, which is also deemed as unforgivable and wrong. I still wonder how i'll die. I mean, you Will die, somehow, someday. and there are so many ways you could meet death. I wonder if i'll be shocked at the way i died when i'm at the splitting transition of life to death. Now i wonder if i'll even know how i died. I wonder who would be at my funeral. I wonder what everyone would be thinking then. I wonder how it'd feel like to lose me.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman
out to dinner and a movie.
She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would
love to spend some time with you."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has
been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three
children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
My Mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or
a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, "I
responded "just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and
then said, "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit
nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed
to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.
She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to
celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my
friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were
impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to
hear about our meeting." We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My Mother took my arm as if she were
the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read
large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw
Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small, "she
said.

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I
responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing
extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house
later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me
invite you."
I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice,
Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my Mother died of a massive heart attack. It
happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for
her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a
restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An
attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you
and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me. I love you, son."

Sometimes we get so carried away with life that we need a simple story to pull us back, to help us remember what life really is. I think that being a parent would be one of the most challenging things in life. Its demands are crazy and i'm unsure of my ability to carry such responsibility. In fact, what makes a good parent? And how would i ever forgive myself if i fail to be one. I think it takes such courage sometimes.

Goodness i'm only eighteen, the A levels are pounding on me and i've already skipped everything, even marriage to think about raising kids. But i guess the older you get, the more you lose faith in certain things and at the same time, you believe in more things, such as, staying together for the kids.

The song i'm currently stuck on:

Think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
Guilt kicks in then I start to see
The edge of the bed where your nightgown used to be

While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took that you were looking for
If there's one memory I don't wanna lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room

I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you

I really miss your hair in my face and the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

The bed I'm laying in is getting colder
Wish you never would have said it's over
And I can't pretend I won't think about you when I'm older
'Cause we never really had our closure.
This can't be the end

I really miss your hair in my face and the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

I think, i'll go to bed at 9, since sleeping makes me very happy.

Monday, March 31, 2008 10:18 PM

My mum thinks i have gastric flu. Which should be awfully true. I have been walking around, bent, like an old lady since saturday. Might be the satay i ate at the fair. I know jan still can't believe i borrowed money, to buy satay. All because i didn't have change with me.

Anyway i didn't go to school today. (And i don't regret it in anyway) because i seriously think i don't learn anything in school. (And i was supposed to end at 4 today so teehee). Very strangely, i woke up at 8am this morning (i usually drag myself out after 2pm) and i even started packing my room. It looks so clean now. And whitish, and even bigger. What's left would be to put up my all time favourite pictures i've yet to print out. I think i'm just going to spend all my time in my room now, since it's going to be so pleasant to my eyes. So it was packing, and having rather delicious french toast coated with maple syrup along with nice hot tea. I spoil myself.

I was going through my holiday pictures the other day and i found these:

I Think i was in Rome, i think. And they were filming for ANTM! (America's next top model) Can you spot Jay Manuel? :D

Sunday, March 30, 2008 2:55 PM

My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon

I think, that my blog should just be turned into a food blog. For fellow people who can't resist food and actually like raw onions.

I am Queen Raspberry.

Do you see the uncanny resemblance i see between kenny and an ostrich? While ostriches stick their brains into the ground to hide, kenny thinks he's as small as a spoon :)

Haha shit i'm so mean. Sorry love.

My dearest tall cousin and my sister, and her erm favourite shirt. I swear i almost had tall genes too, i mean i have really tall relatives. So i guess, i just missed the genes by a wee bit.

I still think my mum is more than awesome to have a kid at such a late age.

I wanted to become a vegetarian when i was a little girl. Thank God it didn't work out.

"I took this because it looked cute." There you go, proof that my sister isn't very sane either. (She really didn't eat it in the end)

Courtesy of Kenny. All done right in front of Queen Raspberry's eyes. Look at the poor thing bleed.

Another one of my sister's i-must-take-and-waste little things.

The stirring thing cum sugar stick. Which, conveniently became my make shift lolly.

Not forgetting the fried ice cream. Dinner really spelt sinful. I really ate until i couldn't stand.

And did you hear the news?
I could dissect you and gut you on this stage.
Not as eloquent as I may have imagined,
But it will get the job done.
You're done.

Every line is plotted and designed,
To leave you standing on your bedroom window's ledge.
And everyone else that it hits,
That it gets to,
Is nothing more than collateral damage.

Sheesh it's already April. 2 more months to midyears. That's like, 8 more mondays to go. I'm going to put pressure on myself now. And that means that i won't forgive myself if i allow myself to waste time away and screw the papers. It's time to wake up, it's time to work hard. It's also time to kick ass, for once.