In other words, rip off.



April's coming, so fast. Which means we age. And all this growing up thingy, it's scaring me. Sooner or later, I see myself making love with my husband. Next, I'll be in the operating room squeezing new life out of my abdomen. Women, we go through a lot of pain. Menstrual cramps, giving birth and also tolerating men. Gee.



On a serious note, I need to start thinking of how I wanna deal with my life. After graduation, what's next? I do have some plans, but I'm not pretty sure whether I'll abide by it. If there's an age I'd like to be at forever, it'll be 17. Just over underage and below legal. Memories gone so young; I found love, got myself into what I thought I would not get myself into, debts, got loving friends etc. "Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.



When was the last time you did something for the first time?



Take a look around. People whom you assumed have grown up, have not. And people whom you assumed have not, have already grown up. What I'm trying to say is, it's not in the age the figure. Maturity definitely does not come with age. Like the song at Kids Central, "There's a kid in me, like the kid in you!"



I want to the old things. But do it new.



Hey mat, having a grungy-I-think-it's-a-cool-hole at back of your pants, to show your Paul Frank boxers. That's not sexy.

Labels: The mother was glad that it was not pants I brought home.

Love, love, love love, love, love!

My Project Management test was worth 10 marks in total, for 4 questions.

Dr Bailey tits leak at times.

I was questioned by a 7 year old:
"Only adults can smoke is it?"
"Why?"
"Then why people smoke?"
"But your friends smoke right?"
"When I grow up I want to some can?"
"Why cannot?"
"My father does it."

Word of the season; fat-ness.

Walking around to see many pretty things, to see.

How do I get answers from you; Google it.

Labels: I want to be a business chic

So today I reliefed at IMM, morning shift. I didn't expect much coz it's a Monday morning. However whatever came was way more than I expected. The place was like ghost town; a customer will stroll in every half an hour. Time there killed my feet totally. How I spent it then? I refolded almost all of the folded clothes; really.

I don't know how to describe this feeling in one word so I'll just say it all. Like how old friends meet up so damn rarely. We crossed the underage age; everyone's dating, working, schooling and some maybe even fooling around. But when we do meet up like only when my hair is 2 inches longer, there's still so much to talk about. There's nothing to be embarrased or feel strange about. Bell and Scobil, love to see you again. Now what's that feeling called?

I love intellectual talks/chats.

And this I must say! I was followed by an Indian man 2 nights ago. It all started in the LRT. I thought he was checking out my gadgets, but I guess not. He alighted with me. So as I walked home, I looked back a few times. (Read: a few times) He was standing still watching me as I talk small faster pacer. No offence, but it was at night and what if he just popped out from nowhere? And the rest God knows.

Adam has found me what I've been looking for so badly; so much for that her telling me can only be purchased on airplane. Singapore does have a Ben Sherman outlet, but no ladies line at all. And the salesmen are hotness. Checkered shirt, black skinny jeans and skinny tie.

I want to have more of Belgium Chocolate instead.

Ok days ahead will be spent in school with the computers. Seriously, my eyes begin to hurt easily nowadays. Just 2 hours in front of the lappie I can feel the whatever-you-call-that-thing-like-TVs-and-computers-do-to-tire-your-eyes just shooting at me straight. I won't go blind right?

I plan to have KFC for lunch tmrw; get fat day.

Labels: I'm almost broke, let's end the month quickly.

Fox River. Vice President's Brother. Michael Scofield. $5 million. Veronica Donovan. Break. Paper cranes. T-Bag. Drug history. Captain Bellick. Black soldie. Murder. President Reynolds. Love. Sara. Fish aka Snowflake. Cat. Licoln Burrows. Peek video. Son LJ. A-Wing. Tweener. The Escape. Abruzzi. Rape. America's Most Wanted. Chase. Damn it, I'm having PB fever. We all are.

Labels: Wentworth Miller is 30+ years old.

I'm irritated by the pictures. Yes it speaks a thousand words. I'm lazy now to do it, again. In short, we Adidas-ed at Little India. Got ourselves threaded. And damn real Briyani.

Labels: I spent almost an hour doing it., What the hell

Movie-ed with the colleagues today. I spent $5 on popcorn, what a rip off. And cheese at Cathay looked very plastic. It's bright shiny orange.

How I always mention school has been very mundane. Well guess what, next week is ICA week. Somehow I thought classical would revitalise my brain cells, but actually not. It's reacting rather slow. Munching Jacobs in class didn't help either.

Happy 19th Wilton! And where are you now?
(Gosh this was taken last year; look at that hair.)

How much tolerance do you have in you? For myself, I admit I don't have alot. Depending on the situation and the circumstances involved. I have people telling me, "Relax la.", "You need to learn to calm down, like that also angry.", "Don't always frown." etc. But sometimes some people get on your nerves, don't they? I don't really believe having a high tolerance level makes you a happier person.

And why I tend to frown alot sometimes for no reason; all because of Banglas. Yes. Back when I was younger, I had a taunting experience. That explains the frown; it makes me not so nice to look at.

I'm looking forward to the days ahead. Enjoy Tuesday everyone and God bless.

Labels: I do., You don't make me happy

There was no school and no work today. And I find it hard to see myself at home doing nothing. So I had to get out of the house and make myself useful abit. I went to the workplace to change my schedule and then off to meet the friends. The usual.


And to the mother, the house is never a hotel to me. It'll always be last place I head to, when I'm happy, down or tired. And you'll always be the first and the last person I see everyday. Hugs to you.


Kinokuniya staff wears aprons. I thought that they might either dirty the book or themselves, but it's actually to place in the pockets their pens and penknives.


There were Ninja Turtles running along Orchard Road just now. Adam was estatic. As for me, I was puzzled. Donatello, the purple one, was really short. In the cartoon they all had the same height.


Today was definitely get fat day. For the first time I didn't finish my Java Chip.


It was rather late close to midnight. The brother rang but I didn't dare to answer, the thought of him screaming at me. Later I received a text from him, "I bring home your penguin water dispenser, can?"



And so I gave away my Christams prezzie.

Still I'm happy, Papillios are here!


Children, young ones like in primary school are so lucky nowadays. At such a tender age, they already own handphones, MP4s and even PSP. And many high end labels are producing childrens' wear. A children vest at Gap cost $53. Like %#^&$#!!!. What lucky bunch. Back at my time, I wear Bata, and Bubblegummers were considered branded. I'm not surprised if Polo Raulph Lauren starts producing toddlers' wear.



The way she sat disturbed me terribly. From my view, I saw celullite. If I went abit lower, I could've seen everything else. No wonder the ITE boys beside me were giggling. Better taste boys?

And so, the word Dada has a meaning. Apparently Raggie told me it's a form of ancient art.


Also, Jay Chou's Orange Jasmine has been on replay.

I love the breeze in my face, really do.

Labels: Food theraphy is next to retail.

I take back whatever I said in the previous entry, about having all the time to myself. As what Afro text-ed me, "When you have all the time in the world, and you minds actually starts thinking. You'll then have the weirdest feelings. You're not alone. =)" And that is why I love my lesbian. Also, I hate school for today.

Questioning yourself, we all do that. Thoughts running around playing with our minds. Sometimes I do get very afraid when I start questioning. Afraid of the answers to be exact. Definitely crestfallen if it turns out bad. Especially when reality tells me that someone else is answering me when I'm questioning myself. One of the few reasons we question ourselves is because we're growing up(not vertically for me). We're in dire need of answers, deprived of what's to come. Curiosity does kill the cat though, been there and done that.

I'm turning 19 this year, and I always thought I've been through almost everything. Slap yourself Dayana Bohan. Don't speak such words unless you're already 91. We've all been through alot, be it good or bad times; from riding a cable car for the first time to losing faith. It's what I called; experience. Experience has given me a clearier view of how life is/going to be like. Or maybe not. From there is when I start questioning myself. I want to know so much, but time is not the essence here. Speaking of which we all know what is right and wrong, but we all don't know when is right or wrong.

There're still questions in my mind still left unanswered. One of which I have already given up trying to find the answer. I've waited far too long, and I've cared far too much. I thought we were almost awesome, not(Borat came to my mind haha). I don't expect myself to understand it either. I was wrong, or is it that you wronged me? Ok point taken, let's move on.

But questioning ourselves has it downs too, assumptions that is. We think and thought at the wrong things; things which are non-existent and not justified. In other words, me make up our own answers. Just like in soap dramas, this always happen. The mother didn't call the daughter, thinking that she's angry with her when she's not and that the daughter is now in hospital and the mother doesn't know about it. So many ands. And how you want to beat up the director for having such a script. Still, it gets the audience going. Frm friends, I learnt assumptions makes things even more worst.

Maybe you're right lesbian, I'll question myself first before I question others. Or if only YOU can read my mind, so I don't have to ask myself, you or even. Maybe them. Even if I can't find the answers/right answers, I'm sure God will open my heart to it.

And Nadia questioned me, I was unable to give her a definite answer. Does that already explain everything?


Adam made my night, he made me giggle like a gundoooo.

This is one of those nights where I'll just think.

Labels: A damn real theory.

Afro couldn't find the right words to describe me. Finally she settled on "random". And so.

1. I had fat food for lunch, McWings Weal. (McDonalds still as stingy with the sauces and serviettes)
2. He's like the Seth Cohen in my life.
3. Giordano has hipper jeans now.
4. Neighbour love wanted me to eat badly, so I had expensive siew mai 3 for $2.20.
5. Bossini gave me 25 missed calls today.
6. Ok Nadia misses me.
7. Seri still loves my babat.
8. A young couple seated behind played that finger game, I was reminded of you.
9. I didn't dress pretty this week.
10. A flying cockroach scared the wits out of me.
11. I'm browsing through Jay Chou's videos now.
12. Nail polish works on tough stains, try it.
13. I love the soft murtabak mother always bring home from mosque.
14. Electrico I'll missed.
15. I fancy an alien-coloured GShock watch.

I love tmrw's Friday, no school.

Labels: Fcking random.