realistically cynical

YOU HEARD IT RIGHT.

who gets a bruise/cut on the cheek and an injured shoulder from driving in a small road?

i wonder. HOW? rightswervehitpoleupkerbnoinjuriesexcepttothesaiddriver. “minimize the chances of injuring any pedestrians!” (AUNTY TAN, 2008) sorry to those outside woodlands st31/32. on behalf of that young driver, you know, not me.

i feel like a small girl again. waiting for the uncle to ask me which yakult flavor i’d like during recess. and when it’s finally my turn, the uncle doesn’t ask and shoves an original flavor yakult into my face.

same like how i don’t get the drumstick during dinner.

the time when i realised maybe i’m not the one.

and the time i found out that i have no choice.

baby are you down, down, down, down, DOWN?

we have so much to do. so little time.

(you’ll be my only, you don’t have to worry)

listening to ryan seacrest exploit people on air makes me seem like a bad person. not so nice.

LOVE YOUR SPORTS OR YOUR PARTNER?

i’m going to halloween party! yipee yipee yay!

come back fast honeybunnnnnns. (don’t say i forget you!) =)

i need to turn my luck a-merry-go-round. how come i seem to be driving in circles!???!

the love.

i don’t deserve this. i really don’t. but my insides turned when i saw the EMAIL (i know. what technology is doing to our children). i feel like the months of hard work suddenly eased itself and it IS worth all the shoutings.

how now, brown cow.

that stupid call.

to my dearest booboo,

i don’t know how i should live/sleep without you.the guys i’ve gone out with were intimidated by the influence you have in my life. you’ve seen me through my happiest/saddest/lousiest/moodiest/highest times and shared all my tears and joys. now you’re lying next to me, all worn out beyond any repair and my friends are afraid to touch/go near you. i love you so,boobs. you’re the bestestestestest company ever.

my booboo

xoxo boobs.

1. played MJ twice. biggest loser twice.

2. lost debit/nets card.

3. didn’t see cute guys at east coast.

4. had to go to school while i was still mad sick.

5. got a dressing-down by effing principal.

6. screamed my lungs and kidneys and internal organs out at seemingly innocent kids.

7. my mother is starting to get suspicious of no.2

WHY.

WHY.

WHY.

we could be rocking this town together. but, no.

and why do we need to use money. why can’t we barter trade?

the world would be a better place if we worked just for fun.

i feel like a can sleep a whole 3 days away after all the late nights and cafe worlding.’ there should be a medical term for cafe-world addicts.’(D. Nah, 2009)

i should really swear off clubs for at least the rest of the month. too much booze and clubbing not doing my sanity(or whatever balance i’ve left) any good. mahjong should only be resumed after i’ve regained my luck. I NEED SOME ENERGY BOOSTER! we took pictures but it’s not meant for the world to peruse.

we drank and we went crazy. we danced and we forget. erase all evidences of merry-making.

if you’re happy and you know it, jump around.

if you’re happy and you know it, and you really want to show it.

if you’re happy and you know it, stay that way.(anti-climax!)

long overdue.

my little bosses.

how daddy and mummy look like when they're angry..

i thought of uploading like a chunk of photos but my laziness got the better of me. so. joyce out!

sigh.

but hey. the week’s ending really quickly. so there’s no complaints here.

we all make mistakes. we break someone else’s hearts and we get ours broken. and at some point of time, we don’t really care because it’s just another episode in this melodrama we’re all in. driving out last night this morning made me think how i really should be conquering this world. the bright lights kind of jerked me back into reality and my good sense. why am i living my life as how others think i should be? must i be conformed into doing things people like me to do and making turns when i really should be going stright ahead?

life IS about making life better. so will someone tell me why mine seems to be going against the traffic?

if you don’t know what you want, you’ll never know who you are.