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Thursday, March 30, 2006

all those nameless people on my taggie. QUIT talking about ryan and me. we're through. get it.
THROUGH.
yea.

if he wants to say sorry. so say say it. quit telling me to read his blog or whatever. its not like i care about him anymore.

and stop going around complaining how people havent heard your side of the story.

i'm not stopping you from telling them. i never did. go ahead.

you never meant to insult me? wow. thats a first. then its worst. cos you did it unconciously. without foreseeing the consequences of your actions. then thats just too bad for you.

too bad. too bad that we're through.

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11:39 AM

heyyy. AEP ytd! fun as usual. lol. you know what.

Example

HANNAH made the screamer in that painting scream. beacause she stuck a hamster on the poor person's face. hmphhhh...AHAHA.

we were doing self portraits for art history.mmmm.

lol

then we did print making! soo fun. aha. our prints are still in the sudio drying though.. and we took the lift! AHA. heeee. did alot of prints. so fun la. mmmm. our class is really growing retardedddd. jannah's supposed to give birth. to a polar bear. hurrrr.

sports day coming soon. gahhh. so funny la, its in the afternoon. ONE THIRTY PM. gonna be SOO HOT.

mmmhmmm. and so weird the timing.. other schools finish like slightly ater than the time, we start.. so can go out for lunch with them...

here's getting in touch with the EMO side of me :) from now onwards. REFLECTIONS. mmmhmm.

BGrelationships are funny. notice how they never seem to last forever? even though thats what the boy and the girl always tell each other? thats the part that seriously needs thinking about. so, if you've had your heart brokem once by some sadist idiot who once said he loved you, you forget abt him. you try your best to. but deep down, there's still a place in you that cares for him still. and there always will be. and as far as i'm concerned, there's nothing quite wrong with that. for i'm sure he has a special place in his heart for you too. and once thats over, you tell yourself that ur never gonna like another guy ever. cos obvously you dont want the same thing to happen again. but here's the funny bit. you end up falling for guy. faster then ever. there's no exact definition of how long the periods are for each thing that happens. but maybe now's the time i like someone again. ever since i seriously liked someone 9 months ago. and he did too. until he got bored la. yea. but the thing about me is. if i like a guy. and he doesnt, and i know he doesnt. and i've told him. then i'll naturally stop liking him. eventually. even though perhaps i tell myself i dont when i still do.. hmm. i've always had the problem of not being able to tell whether i like someone.. i know, its weird.. but thats just how it is. you cant tell when the rainbows coming. you only know its after rain. so. same goes here.

could it be you and i never imagined
could be suddenly i'm falling for you
could it be you were right here beside me, and i never knew
could it be that its true thats it you

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10:43 AM

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

hiii.

haha, on the phone with jon.. mmm. attempting to multi-task. gah. i csnt lol. tmr.. hee. byeee.

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8:52 PM

Monday, March 27, 2006

wow. like FIFTH post for the day. this pretty much displays the boredom of being SICK and having nothing to do, since evryones practically in school.. yup. ah. i miss smsing. maybe the fever's the withdrawal symptom.

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4:00 PM

Colours

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 formation 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.

i just thought of this. i like this essay. if u dont get the ending. TOO bad//. i'm just pissed how SOME IRRITATING i-never-think-before-i-do-anything people dont get the endings of my essays, say its a weak storyline and conclusion, and CANT understand how i got TWENTY NINE out of thirty for it ;) like my final year exam essay last year. happy happy. must MAINTAIN this year. yes. and IGNORE those idiots.

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3:19 PM

OMG.
i cant stand ah lians.

horx bleahx hehex iish urbe euu nort gort sae larx hab

ERM.
driving me nuts! yea man.

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12:09 PM

A FEW DAYS AGO...

then yesterday met amanda n sam at LJS...wanted to take badge but already had...then wanted Sam to do my HW...but she kept going on abt R.I.P.....it stands for Ryan Idiot Poh...ya...haha...then got some notebook thing which she made me waste my ink in...lol...Jon i saw ur name.....dotz.....there was a heart too........

WTH! jared!

i wanted to do.. then you said NEVERMIND what.. haha.

and there wasn't any heart okay! funny man your eyes. SEEING HEARTS. AHA.

AND you contradicted urself :) you wrote-- Sam is not neat...NOT!

which means, i AM neat. lol.

and i know why you wrote that.. cos i AM!

haha. next time you come to get badge, buy your food earlier la.. lol.
next time next time.

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11:59 AM

HOME.
still got fever..hope i get well.. IJ SUPERSTARR finals tmr! must go. mmm. nothing much to say.. still as sick as ever.. my throat is SO phlegmy... my voice is erm. HOARSE.

i hear jannah's gonna give birth to a polar bear in class later. aww. so sad i wont be there.. haha. manda just called me.. yup. well, gonna write testimonials for people. its just the thing to do when you're sick and bored. yea, CHAO.

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11:22 AM

Sunday, March 26, 2006

guess what.
sam is too..erm.whats e word for it.CRAZY.
i was running a FEVER.. 38.5 during cathecism, but i still wanted to go for choir.. so i went.. my forehead was FRIGGIN hot i tell you. AND THEN, my hands were COLD. wth! and NOW. I'm STILL SICK. shee-sh. this morning, i woke up, and it was like 38.9 degrees la. OMG. my head so pain. i cant use my phone.. so bored.. got no boredom reliever :(
oh wells. my sister's having her party today.mmmhmm.
dono whether i'm going for school tnr or not. still quite high.. THIRTY EIGHT POINT NINE ! almost THIRTY NINE//.
plus my throat is BADDDD. ugh. hate it. what i hate more is not being able to SMS! :( miss you MUCH! boredom relievers, make-me-laugh-ers. so sad la. mmmm. fever. GAHHHH.

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11:28 AM

Saturday, March 25, 2006

hey..
left school early ytd. cos i was running a fever of 38.6 degrees. WOW yea.
during mr chua's lesson. i was sleeping, with my head on the desk the whole time, and he never said anything? either blind, or he doesnt care.then amanda told him i had a fever of 38.6 degrees.. and he's like, you should go. and i was like, fine la. just ask me to go...
then went to tell mrs tay, go office, take the leave school early form, call daddy, call kongkong, call daddy, went to tell mrs tay, she signed the form, went for english, tld miss shanti, packed, left.

yup. i was feeling feverish since morning actually.. but worse after recess. my dad said it was cos of a lack of sleep. then he jokd and was like, 'why, take away ur handphone then you fall sick?' HAHA. cos it got confiscated last night.. cos i was on the phone with eug at ELEVEN.. mmmm. ha. my dad was ANGRY la. and hes like. YOU'LL get ur phone back, when u learn how to listen. i got it back today (:
knew it. heee.

thanks guys.
AMANDA; for hearing me out when my eyes were POURING and i wasnt talking properly, you made the effort to listen! love u bestie!
JESS! thanks for the advice! love ya babe.
CHRIS; for initiating the MEDIATION. ermmmm haha. thanks la. for hearing me out too
EUG; boredom reliever! hee. thanks, for tolerating everything. and kinda making me feel better.. we're like always experiencing each others bad and SAD moods you know? and giving advice.. thanks for all of that.

love u guys.

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11:39 AM

i owe MANY ppl postcards. oops.

NICE! hee. i should start a postcard design company.hmm.

guess where this macro shot's from! HAHAHA.

HICKORY! see. he misses me after i come home from anywhere.
he's the only one who wont hurt me//.

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11:25 AM

then i cannot stand the way u carry urself

when things go the way u lik u lik but when things go the way u dun lik u blow ur top u assume

mediation is to clear all the bad stuff btw 2 ppl

for one thing i really dun lik it when u talk smart

n i find tt u talk n talk n talk n wat u talk abt is so petty not evrythin of course but many a thing u say i find it is petty

n u cant talk bout anythin unless it is self related

i find whenever u talk abt smthin else u haf no intrest in u off ur brain(methaphor)

when sm1 does smthin u dun agree with or do smthin for reason u do not noe u assume.for tt matter u assume alot to me tt is

SO FINE.

you dont need someone ~~as problematic as~~ like me in life then. for all my ~~bad points~~FLAWS. You summed it all up with the bolded red words. i didnt really need to hear the rest of it.

cos

there's ABSOLUTELY no reason why i'd change just for you.

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10:22 AM

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

words hit harder than violence.

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10:28 PM

words hit harder than violence.

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10:28 PM

i never thought you'd do such a thing. but u did.
sorry for ever being in your life.
i'll step out now.
and i'm never stepping back
i dont want to risk my being hurt again.

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10:23 PM

HII

the karang guni is back (:

wow. collecting news papers is NO joke. esp when

1. you cant speak chinese

2. people cant understand english

3. newspapers are BLACKISH

mmmhmmm. experienced smth SO GROSS i tell you. ask me if u havent heard. smth to do with this LADY. AND a spagetti strapped top. EEEEEE. one experience that su, manda and i will NEVER forget.

the things i learnt from today?

1.I CAN KNOCK WELL ON DOORS (:

2.ppl dont usually wake up by 9am

3.some ppl dont wear BRAS at home

4.newspapers are HEAVY

5. not all pls doorbells work

6.some ppl are SCARED or ij girls. this person, open door, saw us, closed the door. WTH.

7.throwing newspapers up a lorry is FUN!

8.hogging the lift is BAD ;(

9.old men cant give us newspapers because

'baby sleeping'

WTH!

10. if they say they have no newspapers. and there's a bunch right on the table. some ppl NEED to go for eye checkup. or english course on the difference between having newspapers and NOT having newspapers.

mmmhmm. what an experience. and AEP!

HANNAH HANNAH HANNAH.

the

SAM SCARER

she stuck a hamster in front of my face!

SHOCK OF MY LIFE LA

you should have heard my ear piercing scream (:

OMG!!!! hannah! and they were LAUGHING.

apparently, the look on my face when she stuck the hamster there was PRICELESS. Hurrrr.

then later.

desiree put it on the floor. eee//.

the thought of it crawling up ur leg. with the ticklish paws is nothing short of erm. SCARY.

and sarah, hannah and ena!

the annoying guy who broke your heart!

-cue the heart breaking action hannah. omg. i videoed it. FREAKING RETARDED!
hahaha, FUN la.

finished one more enlargement. ONE MORE to go by next wed. gosh. gosh. gosh. then onto printmaking.. mmhmm.

gotta go. PHYSICS project due friday and chem project due tmr. WAHH. DIEEEEE (:

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8:35 PM

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

HIII

schools over.. many ppl busy with prep for the DSA thing thing..

haha. and the FLASHER. omg.

*news FLASH*

if ur walking along blk 157 in toa payoh and this guy cuts in front of u and goes to the staircase and makes some noise to get your attention, DONT LOOK. just walk away to a crowded place.. FAST.

lol.heeeee. we were discussing ways to make him stop being a flasher.

u dont wanna know. yup.

you know the nodding pao?

i never really understood why it floats in mid air..

not like its that light right.. i mean, its filled..

unless its a hollow pao.

and its keeps nodding!

i mean like. you try! neckache AND headache.

yupyup. and its funny how emoticons cant feel and yet they're supposed to display feeling. HEH.

and omg. new SS/hist teacher. MR CHUA.

his english is ERM. VERY THE GOOD.

they good thing about him, he can pronounce Versailles as VER-SAI.

bad thing?

he made us copy stuff. and we realised all he wrote on his MINDMAP were the headings from the tb... like wth.irritating.. manda can stand him. hee. RETARDED. and i got a new random notebook! MUST ASK ME TO LEND YOU KAY! so you can fill it with WHATEVER CRAP (: loves! i always have it with me, so ask me when u see me.. yup.

--thats if it isnt with anyone.. yup.

running after you is a NICE song. mmmmm.

doing cip tmr! from 8.30am to 11am. then got no school! but gotta do phy project..
and got AEP. GAHHHH. BYE.

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4:44 PM

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Refering is to copying as cheating is to synergy. AHA.

THE GENIUS THEORY.

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7:22 PM

choir retreat ytd! ahaha.

the video was nice! the ending! linn FLICKED her hair... ever so shampoo ad-y. AHA. cool retardedness.

then cherades! omg.. i had to pick a NINE word phrase. lucky Adam guessed it. lol..

then we had a few talks.. SHEEP IS THE PLURAL OF SHEEP.THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS SHEEPSSSS.

then we did the friendship dance also! haaaa. so retardedededed//.

and guess what!

i killed an insect in the loft! with my BARE HANDS. gross. oh well, i couldn't take the irritatingness.. mmhhmmm//. it was a FAST FLYING INSECT somemore :D

then after mass, saw YOU! never say HIII again! as usual.

NEXT TIME MUST.

then went for dinner with lionel, adam, stephen and a few others.. LAUGH ALOT MAN. so funny! heeee. they were advising me on loads of stuff. AHA. then they gave me a lift hime.. though it was totally out of the way... THANKS.

online now.. waiting for people to stop DAOING so i can mail them the hw I did for them, cos i'm bored and sick of doing my own hw.

AHEM AHEM.

ooh. short post, practising for my summaries.mmhmm.yup.

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6:47 PM

Friday, March 17, 2006

anticipate a new skin soon (:
courtesy of ME.

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2:55 PM

PHOTOS PHOTOS AND MORE...PHOTOS!from my trip. there's way more than this, but i cant post all 400+photos////.(: enjoy.

with the animators for harry potter and the goblet of fire, the game

the family who helped us while we were there (:

haha. not taken in london.. from that day dinner//. my uncle's car. SOOO NICE. and ME! ahhaa. i havent worn a skirt that short in ages.

me! and the animator. his drawings SO ROCK.

the sound department! tabitha and zachary making the sound of footsteps in the snow. with the use of sugar and flour. zac got flour all over him. haha. MESSY.

breakfast! mmmmmhmmmm.

the COOL hotel room light. you can choose what colour you want on the colour wheel. SO cool. when you spin the wheel, the colour changes (:

full view.. i had to share a bed with zac..

COOL display from SELFRIDGES; in london. their displays ROCK.

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2:45 PM

I'M BACK!!!!

missed singapore SOOOOOO MUCH!

i'm tired now though.. lazy to type all i did in london.. of u want to know, ask me for the diary i kept while there yea? its got quite a few pages on my trip there..
generally.

GOOD SHOPPING (:

yup.

and FREEZING.

back to singapore now.

first thing when i came out of the plane.

two words (no yi fen, its not I LOVE YOU. because YOU and I are ONE)

SO HOT.

yup.

tons of hw.. i did e EM and AM topical stuff alrdy and also all of geog. so left with everything else. yup. AHAHA.

tmr got choir retreat. ooh. hope its fun.

gonna go blog hop. i missed out for SIX+ONE DAYS//.

loves.

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1:34 PM

Thursday, March 09, 2006

flights been delayed till twelve ten.. initially it was eleven thirty.. yup. so waitig in the passengers lounge, preparing, or rather waiting to board the plane.. yup. i'll miss singapore. AHA.

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11:05 PM

HIII at the terminal one free internet access place now.. just checked in.. boarding the plane to london-heathrow at TEN.. yup. CANT WAITT!

haha. the internet access is like way fast! yupp. but there's like a time limit.. i can always switch to another comp though.. yup.

school was good today.. kinda slack , cos i knew i was flying off today (: mmhmm.

i've got FOURTY FIVE pounds PLUS to spend. aha. yup.

dont miss me too much ppl! take care when i'm gone.. the web cam is cool! aha.

going going,

BYEEE. five plus dys in london. oooh.

LOVES

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9:24 PM

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

HIII

school! wah. someone so irritating.

and miss shanti. SOOOOO funny man. for those who know (: hee.

AEP!

finished ONE enlargement. HAHA

flying off to LONDON tmr (:

dont miss me too much (:

this is probably e LAST post till i come back at 12am on FRIDAY of the hols (:

then going out! yupp. SHIRIN! i want the camp photos!!!!!!faster? haha

apparently, i was pmsing ytd.HEH. some ppl thought i wasn't capable of that! ahaha.
thanks man.

new skin soon, if it isn't up as ur reading this....lol. BYEE.

miss me while i'm gone, i'll miss you too (:

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9:01 PM

Sunday, March 05, 2006

the photo posting mood.

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3:28 PM

HIII

i know you missed me (:

BACK from camp! so fun! aha.i finally realise its actually fun being oh-so-unhygenic.HEH.

so here's e LONGGG post update on my two and a half days spent at e camp at Pasir Ris ((: happy reading the LONGGG LONGG post.

CAMP; DAY ONE.

dragon boating! the whole group of us jumped into the KALLANG RIVER (: freaking fun.
then we had to go do some team buliding games, and the area where we were supposed to assemble got all flooded! ah. damn fun. i walked with water--GROSS water--all the way to bout my ankles. soaking my shoe. lol. then went to the bus with wet shoes, wet clothes.. aha. then went back to camp, pitched our tents! pitched like THREE i think? yea. quite easy. we like, turned each one upside down after setting up cos inside got like, dried up mud and stuff. ew.

then put our stuff stuff in//.

THEN bathe! i had to bathe with amanda la. cos had NOT enough time. lol. crazy la. we bathed with our underwear ON. lol. and the shower thing so hard to press. HHAHAHA. then went had dinner. SLEEEEEP.

DAY TWO.

woke up at around six thirty. to the sound of people talking damn loudly. wonder who ah.

then brush teeth.. yup. out of the four of us in the tent, su sleeps the easiest! with so much noise, she cant still fall asleep in like five seconds. AMAZING. yup.

then BREAKFAST.

then went of the do the high element rope thing. did all threee! AHAHA.
H-I-T.

su anne's sticker right, like what shirin said it looks like sHIT. AHAHA.
then practise for campfire..

she sailed away on the back of a crocodile.

you see said she he's as tame as he could be i'll ride him down the nile.

mr croc winked his eye as the lady waved goodbye, wearing a happy smile.

at the end of the ride, the lady was inside and the smile was on the crocodile (:

HAHA. cute.

then we did the.
THREE THREE
THREE THREE.
THREE THREE
THREE THREE.
TREEE.

ahaha, SOO retarded.

and LAME.

then we had camp fire thing at night.. by then we were so TIRED//.

didnt have to bathe with amanda again. aha. miss shanti gave us THREE minutes//. i'm happy (: i only took two mins and fifteen secs.ahaha.

then campfire...

SO tired.

was falling asleep la. some classes performance..omg.. aha. MR JIOW! ahahaha, funny.

then supper! nice butter cake. and SLEEP. fell asleep quite easily, but not before having to say.

shh.can you'll keep quiet, some ppl trying to sleep!

oi trying to sleep la.

shhhhh.

can you'll shut up!

eh.keep quite can, trying to sleep.

HAA. thats me. ONE mosquito bite only.. yup.

woke up LATE the next day round SEVEN?

soo tired. quite comfy in the tent actually. yup. i used the sleeping bag as a pillow. hee.

had the relay thing! ahahaha. retardedness once more.

so maybe now our class is a little more united.

said goodbye.. our instructor! SAIDI! got three big bottles of COLD GASSY SWEET drinks. OMG. coke never tasted nicer. the other classs were like. HA. way jealous. hee.

then said our goodbyes..... awwww.awww.awwww.awwww.

unpitched our tents.. cleaned up. yup.

on the bus! ahaha. we put all our bags in the middle aisle. we were so crapping and picnic-ing IN the bus. mentos, chips more, mile nuggets, raisins, pocky... dono what else.. aha, and looking at this pict of KAEGO. or however u spell his name. lol. quite cute la. mmhmm.

then we were singing this oh so bimbo song. shirin sings it with the funny voice best, and jannah does the actions best. hee.

OH MY GOSH.

i think i need a manicure.

the sun, i swear, its bleaching out my gorgeous hair.

twenty one, sixty four.

i dont care what the score.

go go fight fight,

gee i hope i look all right.

HAHA. soo bimbo!

then went for lunch with amanda at long john's..

rushed home. BATHED. for FIFTEEN minutes.grabbed my catechism and choir stuff and rushed to church.

choir. sang my heart out. despite my freaking tiredness.

then went for dinner at the glass house, opp plaza sing..
fish and co.

mmmmmm.

i love the salad with smoked salmon. i can live on that.

then HOME SWEET HOME.

my gorgeous beauty sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

TODAY!

went to the library to study.. did my log hw.. did afew postcards..
yup.

SOOO nice k.

hee. here comes the number one ink waster once again!

so thats about it. in my dad's office now.. yup.

here comes the end of this very loooooong post.

write me a testimonial back! haha. i'm too free. LOVES <333

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1:41 PM