Neighbour love and I sat by the pavement among the crowd
And we crooned to boyband tunes
Can you feel me?

And so I stepped into Malaysia(it's only JB) without the parentals! The mother actually approved of me going; I gave her the excuse that I want to shop and things there are relatively cheaper. It's like yabadabadooo la; I just had to do a bit of pleading. Back in Sec3, I had to beg to go to Outward Boubd in Pulau Ubin. Then she disagreed to let me attend a Judo competition in JB. But now, I got the green light!

Big. Black. Balls. Yes think dirty.


The whole trip was simple and dinner was not as tasty. Most importantly was the company itself. And the best thing; there was nothing we couldn't talk about.

Everyone has flaws yet neighbour love is not afraid to flaunt it. "I hide my masculinity," as he proclaimed.

Speaking of which I feel that one's imperfection shouldn't be necessarily one's advantage. We have to look at the situation that is. We all have flaws be it physically, mentally or socially. And how we choose to deal with it, I feel that it's totally up to the person. Right?

I want to express myself more, but I shall stop for now. Ethics and morals; I'm pondering.

I feel physically retarded today.

Afroza: Eh Dayana, you look smaller today.
Me: Huh smaller? Then yesterday?
Afroza: Ya you look smaller today!
Me: Oh I didn't know I can loose so much weight overnight.

(And during playrole, my name was Britney)
Ket: Eh you Britney sia, B-R-I-T-T-N-E-Y!
Me: Ya you Xtina, go away.
Ket: Take out that wig of yours la, already botak.
Me: *brushes hair*
Afroza: Oh my God, Jade actually thinks you're wearing a real wig.
Me: Huh?

And McDonalds is becoming more stingy. For 2 meals, i got 2 packets of chilli sauce and 1 serviette.

Also I need to get new contacts, I seem to be smilling at the wrong people today.

Have a great weekend people and eat healthy too.

I speak my mind always, and there were times I unknowingly hurt someone. This has happened not once, it even cost me a lot. I lost love. I get very afraid, even till today.

To the good friend I offended earlier, thank you for telling. Now I know.


When sometimes getting hit once is not enough for a person to understand reality. I am one of them. Once is not enough for me to react rightfully. Close friends have seen me go through it. I am one stubborn girl, I need to get run down and smacked in the face 10 times before I'll raise my white flag. For a very simple reason, I cling onto hope. Very overrated understatement I know, well who doesn't? And tripping onto the same dirty stone invites trouble. So therefore I learnt to walk a longer route and avoid the stone.

Retail theraphy is a short-term happiness. And I feel like splurging soon.

I don' want to be rude so I'll say it here, "What you did to me, it's happening to you. So take a chill pill, don't get all mad. It's called karma girl." *smiles widely* I'm not all petty, so you're still my friend.

And school was terrible. Everything was so basic-logic-very common sense. Dear tutors, we are not idiots.

And. I have many Loves.


Everyone knows chocolates are my favourite sinful indulgences.
"Chocolate causes certain endocrine glands to secrete hormones that affect your feelings and behavior by making you happy. Therefore, it counteracts depression, in turn reducing the stress of depression. Your stress-free life helps you maintain a youthful disposition, both physically and mentally."

I bet coffee is one of the few antidotes that will raise my chatter cells to the highest, really. Lesbian love, we were so random. From Britney talks to hot boys in polo tees. Talking about coffee, I'm a proud regular at Starbucks. And of the staff's reaction towards me the other day ticked me off, "You have to get a drink if you want to sit here. I've been observing you since five mins ago." I felt like ripping her head off.

My days had been awesome, and I couldn't thank God any lesser for that. I'm one happy girl.

And so I went to a shop called Skin at the Heeren. The apparels there are just unbelievable, even the price. From vests, to junk tees and skinny jeans. Very vava-voooom, ok very lame. True Religion; it's the designer brand for jeans. And the thing that almost struck the lightning out of me: The logo.

Look closely. To me it's like a Buddhist monk with excessive fats on his cheeks strumming a guitar. Forgive me, the way I express myself on how it looked like.


To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To hope is to risk despair. To love is to risk not being loved in return. The risks involved when one approaches the other, with an emotional attachement. I believe feelings aren't supposed to be logical. It's of danger when a man rationalised his feelings. Right? Just like emotions, they are things that we can't take control of. Period.

As much as an extrovert I am, sometimes I feel hindered about conveying messages that may affect me and even the other person emotionally. I'm honest and rightfully sarcastic; so don't you dare cut my queue when buying bubble tea. A teenager sooner or later will know what is right and wrong (everyone will). But does everyone know when is right or when is wrong? Exactly when do you say the right and wrong things, you'll only know once the reprecussions come in.. Talks of feelings and emotions; I don't know when.

I'm in a state of confusion now, walking through a giant maze (just like in the Harry Potter movies). It seems like it's happening, but then again it's not? I can't even understand myself right now. The blog kicked everything else to a start and it boils down to this.

Seri's well msg to me was very random and hilarious, it triggered my smilling cells. Much later, I realised half of it was true. Papan love, I love the way you could understand things. Just like that, without even me telling you. It's the train rides. It's the Mutton blood. And my babats.

How it seems when everything seems to go well, suddenly itchy juicy brain of yours starts questionig. And the answers are always wrong or it doesn't make any sense. Clearly because you're afraued to face in reality. I'll quote from Ghostrider, "Never live in fear." (Anws it was a pretty lame movie)

How time will suddenly stand still in the midst of everything that's busy. Walks along the street with so many people seems as if you're walking alone through ghost town. Nothing around you bothers you, even when Mats start to sound like a house lizard or even when there's a hot chick smilliing at you at the corner.

How you try to erase what's left behind of your mind, but still somethings hinders it. Dates and everything else. Some little things that even time cannot erase. (I'm hoping it's period) And when suddenly it's all gone, you heaved a huge sigh. But still, you'd wish it stay.

How the world will come down crumbling on you,, but there are those who'd pick up the crumbles and piece it back together with you. Friends who care, some you might neber even even notice. Love that's all around, that you might never even feel. Go who's always there, listening everytime you say a prayer.

And finally, how some people tend to fall back on things which aren't already there.

The thought of things going back to normal is gushing through my juicy brain's veins. When I know enough is enough but somewhere somehow somewhat; of my many kedazillion veins one of it says, "Why not? ". I want something else something new, away from what we have here. A fever running with all the sick games, it's just so insincere. I just wish I could change the ways in the world, make it wonderful and a nice place for everyone. Reality check, until that day comes I guess we just stay this way. Doing things we do, screwing who we screw.

And so I spent Valentines' Day spreading the love, I love. And working it.







My last week at UOB, like finally. And class starts on Thurs, meaning an extra holiday. Ohh that totally gets me high. In fact I was today, and I felt like a nonsense fool. I'll be higher on Fri and Ket will be there to entertain me. How English can be a humurous topic.

Me: "How do I address you Miss?"
Her: "Evergreen PteLtd."
Me: "No, how do I address *stresses the word* you Miss?"
Her: "Ya, Evergreen Pte Ltd."
Me: "No, your name."
Her: "Jacklyn."

Me: "Could you provide me with your Merchant ID?"
Her: "Zelo (that's zero) five zelo, two three zelo, nine six."
Me: "I'm afraid that's not right Miss. I repeat 05023096.
Her: "Ya correct."
Me: "Missing some nos Miss. Can you read the nos to me again, can be found on any printed credit slip."
Her: "Ya correct I read!"
*and so I tried searching the data myself*
Me: "Miss, your Merchant ID is actually 0502400006"
Her: "Ya correct, four zelo."
Me: "As in double zero double zero? That's four zeros."
Her: "You never listen la, I said four zelo!"

Me: "Ok sir, any particular amount you're expecting?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "And the amount?"
Him: "Incoming funds."
Me: "Ok never mind sir , in fact today you do have 2 incoming funds."

I'm looking forward to next week, first is extra holidays which amounts to more activites (hardcore Starbuck-ing here I come) and of coz school. It's been 11 weeks since I got a McDonalds meal for just a mere $4.40. That's daylight saving, totally. And the free vending machine at UOB has helped me saved quite abit. Ahhhhhh, it's free who doesn't want? I'm proud to say I'm a typical Singaporean.

It's time to catch another movie. Chinese flick The Matrimony looks good. Last week's Adrift was normally ok, though Neighbour Love hate to see people dying and the girlfriends including Pandora expected the ending. Machiatto all the while thought it was a horror flick, in fact he was anxiously waiting for the 'spirit' to come out from the water. And I disagree in Borat being rated R21, like it's a comedy for crying out loud! Just a man form Kazhastan with a thick beard learning the American culture. Singapore is very slow in being less sensitive. This is so true, all movies are close to being rated now.

Last week was also a meet up sessin with the Poly Mates. And again I never to tickles their smelly toes, I like! As usual I was LL's tour guide. And I can't understand Miss Skateboard buying 1 otah. Yes ONE. Like for $0.50. Outta world la that alien. Even Aiz agreed. Raggie and Rosa missed my nonsense definitely. Yes, those misfits are missed by me badly. And when school starts, I already know something has changed. Yet, I'm not ready.

This month, I saw Maplek Vin in Teens Magazine. Colleague Liana in Teenage Magazine. And dirty schoolmate Adrian in Lime Magazine. Oh so popular.

Have a great time looking forward to the weekends people, and God bless. There you go, updated.

Let's end the week on a good note, we've all worked hard.
Including me.
For those who've played hard, to you as well.

Three men; a philosopher, a mathematician and an idiot, were out riding in the car when it crashed into a tree. Before anyone knows it, the three men found themselves standing before the pearly gates of Heaven, where St Peter and the Devil were standing nearby

"Gentlemen," the Devil started, "Due to the fact that Heaven is now overcrowded, therefore St Peter has agreed to limit the no of people entering Heaven. If anyone of you can ask me a question which I don't know or can't answer, then you're worthy enough to go to Heaven. If not then you'll come with me to hell."

The philosopher then stepped up, "Ok give me the most comprehensive report on Socrate's teachings." With a snap, a stack of paper appeared next to the Devil. The philosopher read and concluded that it was correct. "Then go to hell!". With another snap the philosopher disappeared.

The mathematician then asked, "Give me the most complicated formula you can ever think off!" With a snap of his finger, another stack of paper appeared next to the Devil. The mathematician read it and reluctantly said it was correct. With another snap of his finger the philosopher disappeared, too.

The idiot then stepped forward and said, "Bring me a chair!" The Devil brought forward one. "Drill seven holes in it!" The Devil did just that. The idiot then sat on it and let out a very loud fart. Standing up he asked, "Which hole did my fart came out from?"

The Devil inspected the seat and said, "The third hole from the right."

"Wrong," said the idiot. "It's from my asshole." And the idiot went to heaven.

In other words, don't underestimate an idiot.

Hello February, more days and dates to come.
And I miss school, yet again.