realistically cynical

we shouldn’t take things too seriously lest we blow our brains up.

and then they moved on to take her sanity.

spending a good 15 hours in clubs/pubs over 3 days = not so healthy.

i have a good mind to sleep on. i’ve been awake for the past FORTY HOURS and still counting. this is not doing my brain any good. we should do this more oftenless! i think i need some sleeping pills to calm me down.

next week is jammed pack. i need an energy bar. someone help volunteer take care of my cafe world.

. full dress concert rehersal

. QET (all the very bestestestest)

. preparation for meeting parents

. and the whatnots they will assign me to do

I NEED A BREAK. HONGKONG HERE I COME!!!

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.