realistically cynical

ask me out for clubbing/dancing/drinking/drug n roll or whatnots.

I SHALL WHILE MY TIME AWAY TILL 2012 ARRIVES. till then i shall be indulging in what i enjoy, not what you dictate.

goodbye to ugly sad faces and hello to living for today.

i’d rather be asleep when i’m awake.

goodnight.

where should i go to?

HONGKONG/BKK/BALI!

the night away.

or maybe just the drug part. i need my caffeine, speaking of which.

busied myself with all the year end thingies. meeting up with parents and clearing up the classroom. pretty mundane stuff. actually HORRIBLY MUNDANE more like it. i was sad to clear our my pet lizards and ants but they DID have to go.

god forbid you see me in this state.

PEACE OUT. LOVE LOVE LOVE.

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!???!