nothing quite like writing a cheesy poem, and then highlighting everything and hitting delete.



i was wondering.

people go on and on about not liking fakes/not being a fake

etc etc along the same rein.


so what happens when you finally get the guts to rip off the mask
and find out that people liked you more before?



why is the fuse getting shorter?

i sense an explosion soon.

The bad news:


fucking IS server shit fucking kicked me out just when i clicked on French.

)(%$#$%^&*(


so for the next year, i will be learning the wonders of product innovation and design.

(appreciating literary works is still ok)


dammit fuck. SO FUCKING CLOSE CAN CCB.

like mocking me.


The good news:


Same class as Timmydarling! =)



oh well. it MIGHT be interesting.


maybe, just maybe.

right about now, there are so many sentences running through my head that start with

"i dont fucking like...."



time to go take it out on poor unsuspecting beer bottle caps.

sentosa, rain, irrigation tunnels, lotsa time under the shower, coconut, card games and boys kissing boys.


the last part is definitely the highlight of the day.


(and no fuck, i dont get off on gay porn)



i dunno.

ever since yesterday, my mind's been whirling with thoughts.




timmytanewen, i love you so damn much =)

so many directions to go, so many roads to take. why this one?


just.. wondering.




i see myself. i see this girl in the mirror.

and i see you. i see what's kept behind those laughing eyes and that perfect face.


i add 2 and 2, and yet i keep getting 5.



its the epitome of the cliched question 'why'.

damn i hate cliches.




on a lighter note..

molly's and clinic with kc and sy and then prata with timmy darling.




funny how people live and die by it.

(its a sex on a drip by the way)



up and out in a few hours. g'night sy.




Hay Ewen,

I LOVE YOU

life hasnt been very dull.


heard a whole bunch of stuff from different people that made me question many things. and as usual, i dont have any answers.

im not too fussed, i know i wont get them anyway.

along with the wishes made along the way.


life 101.


so.. pictures.


can't remember when i took this



lousy quality but cute yeah? kinda like his and her ciggies. lawl.


17th March



Happy St. Patrick's Day y'all.

It was green beer and more green beer all night long. Pouring it was fun. So was chatting with people of random nationalities.

I like work.

101 Dunlop Street, Prince of Wales.

any takers for beer?


TODAY

my cousin's engagement dinner. it felt sort of nice seeing her and her fiance exchange rings and stuff, and also weird at the same time. like,

"is that really the girl i used to play barbie dolls with?"















red table baby.




it never fails to amaze how words can hurt so much and make you wish for much more.

(yes i realize that this is vaguely creepy)

still.


i love you timmyninnymacaroni!

you're the best ever, and no one else will do.



it is weird how something can strike you, but you dont comprehend it properly until hours later.

then again, i wonder if it actually makes sense. because if you ask me to explain it, i wont be able to do it properly.


its a feeling.

y'know?

Coke war!

nuts to you, you and you.

i wuv euu Ewen.

nyahaha.


Happy 5 months you!

Repeat after me children,

No more pois! no more pois! NO MORE FUCKING POIS.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


Standing around doing completely and absolutely nothing (im not exaggerating) is THE new hell, i kid you not.

In fact, Mr Satan if you happen to be reading this, i suggest you model hell after pois and make the er, hellians do what i had to do.

Beats pitchforks and vats of hot oil any day.



And more shifts at Prince of Wales.

Timmyninnymacaroni's place later.


oh yes i am happy.

1. you know something is wrong somewhere when you perk up despite having to work at a crazy busy you-get-no-rest-for-the-entire-shift bar job right after knocking off from a super slack job at a air conditioned boutique.

2. ignorance is bliss






And above that, Mona in stupidmode is beginning to act up.

Yay timing.


Maybe i should lock myself far away from everyone until the stupidity passes before i do something i regret.

silent, not-so-social dances around thousand dollar gowns, then beer, smokes and "hey there how're ya doing?".

two very different worlds in less than 24 hours.