yea tell me that you're alright!

found some happy photos while lking for songjun's promkingtobe photos(:

be strong Mons!

Curious is dead. its time to party my friends!

dr lin and dr tan and nothing to do

the ndp bitches yo!

staying alive

"shit i look like a chink." - dear james

after rush hr three

aiyo my cam like so dirty.

papa and mama forevermore <3

gosh i think im going through serious hormonal changes. Yesterday my sense of self was at the brink of evanescence and today IM BACK (:

okie dokie. gdnight world. and happy birthday Singapore!!!

Ai ni duo duo (:

BIG GULP is my godsend.

My determination failed me yet again.

wasnt supposed to go to sentosa but yi en just had to ask "eh! can get rugby ball?" and my wall of resolution CRUMBLED! $881$*@#&. in the end we didnt play touch just volleyball for 4 hrs. HOT.

so i ended up going to the beach looking FREAKIN NOOB. pple wearing bikinis, tanks, shortshorts looking all hot and monicatan wearing her hwa chong pe attire with track shoes looking even hotter. i was like a bloody traffic light la with my green bag.

Oh we saw the how-can-anyone-be-so-hot hot teri tan and her almost-as-hot hot friend. The whole bunch of us were ogling at the whole bunch of them on the monorail. Later on, we heard her tell eugene "ohh.. so they're your friends. they kept looking at us just now." AH. hahahha. bloody hwachongians. we made ourselves lk like bread-and-butter minions once again.

But hey! we make pple feel good bout themselves..so i guess that's a good thing(: 2 pats on the back 63!

anyway, i reallly REALLy wanna study hard this time round. I know i always always always say i want to study hard but i never put in 100%. all my life i think.

but this time it's gonna be different ok!

im determined to be determined and hopefully it pays off! (my toes and fingers crossed with a cherry on top)

and thank god there's no more schl for the rest of this week. i wldnt have survived it. This week FeelingStressedOut brought along its best friend, Antisocial. S-U-C-K-SSS. . ive always valued sincerity but i find myself smiling and pretending to be happy when i talk to some people. maybe it's more of ctrllingyourshitmood rather than insincerity.. but it makes me feel like a bad person :(

and i wished i were more of the outright caring kinda person, but im not so sweet(esp when im stressed) and i cant help it! and seeing people like stelly being so loving 24/7 to the people around her just makes me feel like a lazy/ungrateful/dontknowhowtotreasurepple kinda person im thinking too much again.

and i got a call today but i told them i need to consider. On one hand i feel very insecure bout myself (Today), but on the other im thinking, 'just be spontaneous la you bitch.'

a trip to sentosa and i conclude that almost all the girls in my class have nice big boobs. it's okay.. i have nice big feet (:

and this entry is too long for my liking RUSH HOUR THREE tmr (:::

probabilitili.

Last night i dreamt up my own horror movie.

My grp of friends and i got into some trouble and were being punished. Usually we'd get hit on our hands, but the teacher in charge that day was nice and young so she showed us a horror movie instead.

The movie was called Puppet Hand. and it was about this female ghost who had this prisoner girl on a hospital bed whom she'd screw every day.(wth). anyway, since she was a 'screwer', there was this scene in the movie where she start twirling horizontally like a screw driver. The girl was facked so bad she just lay there eyes wide open, deliriously skinny. Kinda like a rag doll with very little stuffing. She had a short bob and red lipstick smeared all around her mouth. and midway through i suddenly became part of the movie.(GREAT.) and i had to open my stupid mouth and insult the ghost. ended up screaming and being chased by her.. so exciting right? no. anyway, again, it was my dream so everything worked in my favour. all i had to do was scream IM SORRRRYYY! and she stopped chasing.

then i dropped back out of the movie (not before running to that ghost's bookshelf trying to steal a book), and walked out of the flat telling aiwen what a scary movie it was.

so much for sleeping early.

curiosity killed the cat.

im guessing presidents live veryvery troubled lives.

on my way to schl the other morning i suddenly wondered what a morning for an acclaimed musician would be like, and how theyd feel when they get up in the morning.

and i just received an sms
which didnt say much.
but i want to change my pencil box because suddenly the whole world, one beach, and three coconut trees have it too.

sometimes things throb at the edge of consciousness and when im happy enough, my defense mechanisms work very well. but id like to remember all my notes though, they could fill up my entire psyche for all i care(for now). that would be very nice (:

Rja.

face down in the dirt she said

This doesnt hurt