When in doubt;

As they applaud, I'll count claps.

2010-11-14T16:59:00.001+08:00

Drop the apple, Adam.

2010-11-07T23:37:00.007+08:00

Did you feel that? That lukewarm feeling gradually growing in your ribs. Which in some way, tempts you to dig, dig and pull it out, just so you would be able to feel it with your bare hands. To convince yourself and everyone else that it's real and absolute.

No, I do not mean Happiness. It seems a little fuzzier than happiness. They may be interconnected, intertwined, interdependent. But they are, in others ways, quite different. Neither is it Love, for Love is a warmer feeling inside of you that is never lost, and never found. We're getting closer. Is it Excitement then? No, Excitement is very punctual and certainly very busy. It arrives at the right moment, and leaves when the moment passes by. Never staying to grow at such leisure pace inside you.

That glow inside of you that cultivates from the bond you form and share in such unique friendships. It starts with a spark, helped by intuition, when you first meet your destined friend. And it grows into something much bigger. Bigger than both you and me. I suppose it's called Closeness.

Or somewhere along those lines.

For some other reason.

2010-11-05T19:50:00.002+08:00

Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with out innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we'll never meet. It's the greatest legacy you could ever leave: The history of how you felt.

-Simon Van Booy

You sunk my battleship.

2010-11-01T18:58:00.004+08:00

I will forever and always be a kid of the 90s.

Murder she wrote.

2010-11-01T17:38:00.003+08:00

There's an attribute, you may say, or characteristic of hers that triggers an unconscious desire to seek approval from her. I, am no less a victim, no, a fool to her wiles. Now, I seek liberation.

But, contrary to my expectations,

2010-10-27T17:47:00.001+08:00

The devotion to sensual savors;

2010-10-22T22:43:00.004+08:00

"His pace was unhurried. He had eyes for the different windows, the people out in the open, the old buildings, he did his best to remain interested. It was necessary to stay connected to the world, to rouse the senses continually or else he would fade out of existence, fail to exist, like so many times before. The point was to stay awake, no, engaged, to pick out the details so there was some feeling of control, the empirical hallucination."

I've been reading a book called "The Swing of Things" by Sean O'Reilly. Irish by the sound of it. And I so happened to bump into this paragraph on the eight page.

I'm curious now.

From the laconic to the verbose.

2010-10-10T20:24:00.002+08:00

Let's play pretend.

2010-10-10T16:55:00.004+08:00

Have you ever had one of those dreams, such a dream that felt so realistic, so natural, in such a way that it didn't even feel like a dream anymore?

You wouldn't even begin to realise that it was a dream in the first place. It would never occur to you, to grasp that single-handed idea that you were, in actual fact, dreaming. Being given the ability to perceive every single emotion, touch, thought so well that it feels exactly like being awake in reality. It's scary though, to wake up from such a dream, having to gradually comprehend that it was just a dream. Lying in bed, going through and remembering those distinct emotions, that specific touch and this exact feeling. The feeling of being cut, of blood flowing through your veins and running down your arms. Waking up to find your heart beating so fast that you could hardly breathe.

Yeah, it's sorta feels like shit. But kinda cool at the same time.

Sick of dancing with the beast.

2010-10-06T18:59:00.002+08:00

Exams, I mean you.

We scribble in lines of successions.

2010-10-02T20:53:00.014+08:00

Simply divine, aren't they?

All the work of Photoshop I have to admit. Nah I joke, I don't even have photoshop to begin with. They're more beautiful in real life, really.

The top one goes by the name of Kimberly. She tumblrs horrendously much. Her photos consist of mostly fashion and style. Just dreadful. Look, here's proof, The Vintage Scape. And the middle answers to Timur. She blogs about photography too. Fashion photography to be precise. An atrocious art I tell you. Evidence, Mod Disposition. The last one pretends her name is Alison. Don't be fooled. I've made no mistake, her picture really is there. It's just that she's so white, your corneas can't reflect her rays. She has a private blog. You can't read it because her posts are as frightful as a lion.

And that is why they are my absolute best friends. No shit.

Run with the lions, and you will live.

2010-10-02T19:37:00.002+08:00

Look, a picture of an escalator. Could you tell?

Only the old moon would shine on serenely

2010-09-29T09:48:00.001+08:00

Lipstick marks won't break my heart.

2010-09-25T16:49:00.006+08:00

Happy thoughts that start with the letter T;

Taboo

Trolleys

Trampoline

Trees

Trumpets

Tandoori

Taliban (Prasad!)

Tango

Thesaurus

Tomatoes

Trailers

Trivia

Tudors

aaand Timur.

Cigarettes for you, sir?

2010-09-22T13:49:00.002+08:00

Till the smithereens are in smithereens.

2010-09-21T20:56:00.008+08:00

Who swims for the sole purpose of taking pool shots? Certainly not Timur and I.

Who has hilarious love quarrels? By no means Nik and Timur.

Who plays Pictionary at La Bodega Lounge from 11 to 2 in the morning? Neither Bow, Kim, Tim, Nik or I would do such a thing.

Who has a nosebleed in the midst of a Pictionary game? Definitely not Bow.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night at a sleepover to move to the living room couch for better sleep? Not me.

Who treats her boyfriend's jersey like a puppy? Never in the world Timur.

Who laughed hysterically when she couldn't find the jersey? Absolutely not Kim or I.

Who hid the jersey in the first place? Oh yeah that was Kim and I.

A prisoner's song unsung.

2010-09-21T20:18:00.004+08:00

I asked Timur a question today, what she sees Kim and I doing in the future. Why I would ask her such a question is simple enough, she's one of the most comtemplative and pensive person I've met. She looked at Kim, and said that she sees her in an early marriage, while Kim responded with a single noun, "Bitch." We laughed, then it was my turn, and nothing. Because she couldn't answer.

Truth is, I didn't know either. I never know. I'm stubborn, fickle-minded, unaware, and childish. Occasionally, I consider several options for my future but in the end, I possess nothing. I possess nothing but fear. Nothing but fear to guide me the way. I pretend to grasp knowledge I cannot begin to apprehend. I pretend to be certain of what lies ahead. But I don't. I foolishly attempted to weave an illusion to deceit myself, and it is unfolding. So rapidly it haunts the edges of my mind, constantly reminding me that in the future, I will have no one but myself to blame.

Don't let the sky scare you.

2010-09-19T00:20:00.004+08:00

This is my cousin. His name is Joshua Yap. He turned 5 years old in August this year. He really likes the Pixar movie "Cars". He has dimples on his cheeks. He gets sick quite easily.

Yeap that's pretty much all I know about him.

Be fearful of mediocrity.

2010-09-17T02:45:00.004+08:00

And the stars will lead us home.

2010-09-15T16:57:00.004+08:00

He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.

- M.C. Escher

Slightly bruised, speckled and dinged on the side.

2010-09-14T23:48:00.002+08:00

If Heaven have not mercy,

2010-09-14T19:59:00.025+08:00

A Port Dickson trip with Myanmar refugees. It gave me a new perspective :)

Therefore matters soon assumed vivid and definite shape;

2010-09-01T22:49:00.004+08:00

This was one of the first pictures I took with my DSLR Camera. I was fooling around with the settings and thoroughly annoying my parents, then out came this.

Here's a secret;

Truthfully, I am inexplicably afraid of growing old and helpless to the point where I intend to die young instead. See you on the other side I suppose :)

2010-08-26T01:11:00.003+08:00

We quench fiery particles, allay the heat.

2010-08-25T23:58:00.006+08:00

They're all in Perth. What to do? What to do?

2010-08-25T23:57:00.009+08:00

I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.

2010-08-24T20:49:00.014+08:00

Darling it ain't easy,

2010-08-16T19:03:00.004+08:00

And now I have cuts and scraped skin on the bruises and blue-blacks of both my legs to show for it.

A 44 caliber love letter straight to your heart.

2010-08-16T17:22:00.004+08:00

I like fast cars. No, I really really like fast cars. In a sense that if you're not driving at a 180 miles per hour, I probably be bored. In a sense that we're going so fast you'd probably having a panic attack in the back seat with the thought that we're all going to die soon. So fast that even the beat of the techno song playing on the stereo can't catch up with the number of lamp posts we're passing at that moment. Or you could just ask Timur&Jeremy :)

Because while Timur was saying that we could die another day, Jeremy was too busy screaming his head off. Oh yeah. It's probably just a phase.

Hard knock life.

2010-08-11T23:35:00.006+08:00

If your name just so happens to be Naveena, I just so happen to love you :)

We make plans to kiss the sun at midnight.

2010-08-11T21:32:00.003+08:00

My parents are so awesome, they grow weed in our garden.
Whoops, I meant weed grass.

Without a nautical-striped shirt

2010-08-10T21:32:00.006+08:00

The velvet curtains are opening. I catch sight of a gap, unveiling the stage I will stand upon in society. How do I even attempt to prove my worthiness to the judges of my future? No, wait, close the curtains, I am unprepared! No no, beyond the boundary of possibilities, the show must go on. Time itself, the curtains never cease. However brief the time I possess, I attempt to recall, remember routines I have worked tirelessly to prepare. Oh what routines? For there is no routine which can sustain, uphold me through life awaiting me once the curtains open. For I am ill-fated to participate in a competition of impromptu acting. Unrehearsed, unscripted, unstudied, all is improvised. On this stage, completely and utterly vulnerable I am. Moments left, shall I run? Run, making futile efforts to escape my future? For I just had an unfortunate revelation of the fact which has eluded me for so long until today; stage fright.

But this was an evanescence,

2010-08-10T21:08:00.005+08:00

Like intertwining vines my thoughts are. With consciously futile attempts to untangle them, them so delicate and distant. One misguided step, all goes awry. The branches of my mind breaking and tearing away, losing all original thought.
And here I am, trying to remember what I have forgotten.

Pancake Batter Anomaly;

2010-08-10T20:59:00.003+08:00

My parents went out for the whole day today. So,
Cereal for breakfast. Cereal for lunch. Cereal for dinner.
Yumm.

A Lack of Colours.

2010-08-10T20:42:00.010+08:00

Here's a picture of a bug on my bathroom door.

Knock yourself out. Cause I did :)

Face the shiz. Spain will win!

2010-07-08T00:03:00.001+08:00

Exaggerate these vespertine moods;

2010-07-06T20:49:00.002+08:00

Here's a picture of a branch to entertain you while I have a panic attack.
You know those days you have where everything just doesn't seem to go right? Yeah, well, I think I'm going to have a day like that tomorrow.
Gut feeling, I tell you.

Raw&Revealing.

2010-07-05T22:15:00.004+08:00

There are two things my dad tells me constantly;
One, that I am beautiful. (Now don't you go "Aww" just yet.)
Two, that I am the absolute splitting image of him. (I don't see it, but he's managed to convince himself that I do. Delusional I say.)

But you see, here's the problem, I can't seem to figure out if he's saying I'm beautiful because I look like him or that he's just playing the part of a genuine father. In the end, I finally made up my mind believing that my father is a criminal mastermind. Over the years, he's found a way to compliment himself regularly without any consequence. So everytime he tells me I'm beautiful, I now know his true intentions. I'm on to you Daddy!

I joke :) But now you know what goes on in my head at home.

One of the most beautiful circumstances;

2010-07-05T21:20:00.004+08:00

Arvind says "Life is like chicken." I can't help but agree.

Dylan says " Friendship is like peeing on yourself; Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warm embrace." I can't help but agree.

Yes, I do sit next to these people. And they are, like, you know, awesome.

Oh Matilda.

2010-07-05T20:34:00.007+08:00

Dissection; Is Wrong. Yes my class finally did it during Biology last week.

Even though it might be for the higher purpose of education. Nevertheless, simply buying a rat, just to stuff chloroform up it's nose, and watch it die, only to happily cut it open, well I just can't help but imagine if someone did it the exact thing to me. You could say that it's only a rat, but they're living breathing organisms too. Think of it this way, if you could say that it's only a rat, then someone else would not be in the wrong for saying that you're just a human.
In my perspective, animal dissection is quite equivalent to animal testing or cruelty or even abuse; And I know the whole point of all is for the advantage of mankind. When you think about it, every inhumane activity they've done is for the advantage of mankind.
Dammit, sometimes mankind is too fucking self-centered.

Note: I do not object to the practice of dissection for the purpose of education, I just dislike it very much.

Cigarettes and age-old wines.

2010-06-26T09:59:00.005+08:00

Cuts, bruises and scars here, there and everywhere. I'm a hazard to myself.

Longing to linger till dawn.

2010-06-24T22:13:00.007+08:00

A social networking juggernaut;

2010-06-23T22:17:00.009+08:00

Dude, all my music files are missing.
And all I have left is You're so Vain by Carly Simon, The Carpenters, and Shania Twain. I think my computer is secretly evil.

Cueing Bird Songs.

2010-06-22T22:44:00.009+08:00

Old people don't seem to understand my photos. They go all "Yeerrr, you take picture of the stone for what?" And when I ask "Why not?", they give me the look which I constantly use on Ashwin. The stare that just screams Weirdo. Oh well-SO-I've accepted the fact-WHAT?-that old people-I LIKE-are old-STONES OKAY.

[Heehee, I don't mean it Ashwin, I just wanted to kacau you :D]

Where's the midnight sun?

2010-06-22T22:25:00.002+08:00

Mucho love to Mariko for telling me my photos were beautiful :)

Howling with the dogs

2010-06-22T21:50:00.004+08:00

Did I tell you about the time I went ice-skating? It's about time.

Kim; "Where's my baby? WHERE'S MY BABY??" looks around and hugs Ollie.

Nav; "I can't walk!"

Alison&I; Skates together. "Oh shit!" Feeling unbalanced, we hold hands. Then there's this whole group of people in the middle of the way. "OH SHIT!" Hugs each other to stop from colliding into them. Can't stop and falls on top of each other.

David; Yeah he witnessed it.

Chinese Dude; Bangs into Kim making her fall. Chinese Dude's friends say " Sorry it's his first time!" Kim says "S'ok, me too." Chinese Dude gets up and say" Really? HIGH FIVE!" Kim didn't.

Little Kid; Comes up to me, pokes my boob lightly. Then I realised he was pointing at my Superman Tee. This happened twice. Until I realised he was wearing a Spiderman Tee. Little Kid, you just got to second base with me and I hold no grudges.

Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie.

2010-06-21T19:55:00.006+08:00

Fact, this blog was abandoned for about 3 weeks.
Reason, my internet connection's been a real bitch.
Truth, I was too lazy. Heh.

Catcalls for the Loved

2010-05-26T21:16:00.007+08:00

I can't decide which one's more ridiculously hilarious;

Two boys having a Justin Bieber TapTap Showdown. Extreme Style.
Or the loser defending himself by saying "I'm just not used to tapping balls, unlike SOMEONE!"
HAHA.

Honey, lemon and iced tea.

2010-05-25T18:50:00.002+08:00

Perhaps a meaty treat for you

2010-05-22T18:14:00.005+08:00

Dear Shadow,

You are 14 human years old, which means you are 98 dog years old this year. You've been with me since I was 2 years old. And I can vaguely remember feeding you cheese squares and sitting on you. Not to mention the time when you pooped under daddy&mummy's bed and I kept your secret for you, that is until they found out where the smell was coming from.

Then I grew a little bit older and very much fatter. I'm sorry I sat on you, and caused you to tumble over. Might I remind you that I was quite young and foolish. I also remember the times ~~I fed you KitKat.~~ Well, let's forget about the fact that chocolates are bad for dogs because you're still alive. No less the moments where I threw you a ball expecting you to catch it, and you just moved aside and sat down again which caused me much aggravation and laughter. And the moments you were sick and caused me much worry and sorrow.

Even though you're at a age where most would say will be your last, I still have it in mind that you'll live forever. You're still rather active even though you get tired often and sleep more now. And we still chase each other around the house occasionally.

I just wanted to say that you're my Superdog.

Oh and I think it's time for you to bathe. You kinda stink.

Much Love, Pui Teng.

So I do, Madonna

2010-05-22T17:15:00.007+08:00

To feel a calm serenity that hushes the fast-forwarding world around us. Bringing the haste and rush of life to a standstill. A moment in time where there is no longer a need for a constant compromise between thinking and breathing.
It's nice to wake up in the morning after a rainfall.

How plucky

2010-05-21T06:30:00.010+08:00

I wonder, if you can't keep peace in your mind, let alone among your family and friends, how do you expect to keep peace in the world?

Oh and I wish that Vitagen came in bigger bottles :D

Being two distinct majuscule forms

2010-05-20T06:35:00.002+08:00

Unafraid to kibitz a little

2010-05-18T00:18:00.004+08:00

,Mid term exams start next week. Oh goody.

Mess up my bed with me

2010-05-18T00:00:00.002+08:00

Yes I stalk kids too :)

That fellow is so shrewd

2010-05-16T00:22:00.005+08:00

Say hello to my Japan tour bus driver :)
He doesn't like being photographed though. His blurred hand was an attempt to stop me from taking a picture of him. But I couldn't bear to delete this picture. He's just too adorable.
By the way, this is for you Alison Lee!

Tom Sawyer was no coward.

2010-05-15T22:53:00.005+08:00

I was looking through the photographs I took in Japan today when I became aware of the fact that I had an unusually large amount of photos of people taking photos of others.

Most people take photographs so that they can hold on to that special moment even when the memory of it fades away. To witness the attempts of man to preserve their memories. It makes it all the more special for me, I suppose.

It reminds me how brief life can be sometimes. And the inevitablity of death. But the sooner we accept the fact that we are all going to die one day, the faster we can start actually living life.

So go on, you are going to die soon, so start living :)

The ripping, tearing, striking thunder

2010-05-13T23:53:00.004+08:00

Paperweight by Joshua Radin & Schuyler Fisk.
Just Plain Awesome.

The afterclap of the rebellion struck down

2010-05-13T23:14:00.004+08:00

I dare say this picture is a wee bit slanted. Oh well (:

Did you know?
In my class, singing "One Little Two Little Three Little Indian Boys" is a very appropriate sport as you can actually count them while singing this delightful tune. That every upper secondary student has the ability to differentiate a teacher's mood just by the way they walk into class. Or the the best known western names in China are Jesus Christ, Richard Nixon and Elvis Presley.
Well there goes some unnecessary knowledge for you.

Twist and curl

2010-05-12T00:13:00.007+08:00

Dylan has a Ukulele keychain on his pencilbox.
I like him (: Then again, wouldn't you?

I've recently realised the significance of the person that sits next to you in class. I mean, I've always known that they were somewhat important, but it's so much more than that.

They are Friend, Confidante, Shrink, Private Supporter, Study Buddy, Influence, First Aid Kit, Family, Comforter, Care Bear, The Help, Food Supplier, Joke Sharer, Therapist, Psychiatrist, Problem Solver, Class Clown, Nagging Mother, Best Friend.

Are you sober yet?

2010-05-10T00:42:00.003+08:00

You know,
I really do enjoy learning, it's just that I really hate homework.
~~Especially the 5 months of AddMath homework that's due tomorrow.~~

It's not a custom, it's habitual.

2010-05-08T19:21:00.001+08:00

In disgrace;

2010-05-08T18:32:00.005+08:00

You might think it awfully shallow of me to say this. But I need to lose weight. Yes I am aware that I'm not fat and that weight should not be an issue for me. Nonetheless, when you are around people I hang out with, you tend to feel self conscious from time to time.

Allow me to clarify;
Kim is 40kg. Timur is 44kg. Shareena is 45kg.
Ashwin is 40kg. Arvind is 44kg. Freddie is 49kg. And they are from the male gender. Enough said.

I suppose I should be confident in myself. And not allow this to affect me whatsoever.
But sometimes, it's just to make yourself feel better.
You get me?

Paperweight on my back

2010-05-08T18:01:00.006+08:00

They always say that the revelation of how important someone is only comes after they're no longer by your side.
But no matter how much I try, I can't seem to remember, no less imagine my mother not being there for me. It leaves me in awe how she manages to stay by me even through the countless times I've aggavated her. And yes, I've aggravated, exasperated, annoyed, irked, peeved, provoked, irratated and angered her one too many times.
Hence, would there be meaning if I apologised for the hard times I gave her and thanked her for staying by my side? Would the words in my voice make a difference? I somehow doubt so. So now what?

Pressing letters to lips

2010-05-05T01:21:00.009+08:00

I smile at the fact that our chemistry experiment was an epic fail.
I shudder at the thought of our pink concert costumes.
I crinkle my nose in delight because there were Big Apple doughnuts under her desk.
I sigh at the fact that Physics is still incomprehensible to me.
I laugh when I remember how he tried to use his mental energy to open a tight lid.
I lament on how we all still have issues with each other.
I crack up when he just decided to sit on the lid instead.
I dislike that we have to lie and slide on the dirty classroom floor.
I grin when I saw them little kids dancing.

Oh school.

Overcast skies and lullabies.

2010-05-03T23:39:00.004+08:00

Kaleidoscope of colours that prove to me

2010-05-02T13:09:00.009+08:00

Because we're family.

Sleeping with the wolves tonight

2010-05-01T20:16:00.008+08:00

I met him on the first day I was in Japan. And I already love him (:

The ground gives way to you

2010-05-01T17:18:00.015+08:00

When I look into your eyes, all I see is my reflection in your pupils.
Your sincerity and deceit obscured to me. Your genuine feelings overshadowed by the words in your voice. Confusion and chagrin surround my mind when I hear your muted anwers to my questions. Leaving me helpless and wondering 'Who in hell said that the eyes were the windows to the soul?'

To fear the morning light

2010-05-01T16:36:00.006+08:00

I've always thought that,
When you're at the lowest point in your life, the only direction it can move is upwards.
Now I'm just asking myself when it's going to start moving.

Said then th’ omnific word

2010-05-01T16:12:00.004+08:00

Doesn't lol look like a drowning man to you?

Valetudinarians are recommended

2010-04-29T15:22:00.005+08:00

Bad days.

Those days that seem like any other average day. That is, until they hit you right smack in the face. They are also quite capable in kicking you right in the nuts. Your typical bad day would be unexpected, unanticipated, and sudden. ~~Unless you are Spiderman and you have Spidey Senses.~~ Bad days are most attracted to moments where you are absolutely at loss or spaced out, which is when they most prefer to attack. They have only one known strategy, which is "Leave no man alive". Thus, most victims tend to end up mentally unstable and with very low self-confidence. In certain cases, the victims are found hanging on to life by a thread.

So far, a solution for this cronic issue has not been discovered. Hence, the only resolution is to deal with this shit.

In her pellucid prose

2010-04-28T19:06:00.003+08:00

In Physics, we learn that sensitivity is the ability of a measuring instrument to detect small changes.
But sometimes that's not it.

An entity of nonexistence

2010-04-28T17:39:00.007+08:00

When was the last time you played a game of Snap?

I find that life quite resembles a stack of Snap cards. You have your players; friends, family, loved ones, unloved ones. The cards are dealt, face down. In such a sense that you never what's heading your way. Never knowing what the next card could be, it leaves you dumbfounded. At least until you unfold the cars one by one. The mismatched pairs that you faze across are not unlike the problems you have to deal with in life you come across. You might pass them quick or slow but you still cope with it no matter what. Even so, you look for that certain special pair where you can yell "Snap!" after those countless mismatched pairs.
Just like how we wait for our opportunities in life.

We chase misprinted lies

2010-04-27T19:10:00.010+08:00

If there was spring here, I would find a nice big tree and lie under it.
Would you lie with me?

Did you hear the alpha cry?

2010-04-27T17:44:00.009+08:00

I dare say that life feels somewhat like a routine nowadays. Walking down the beaten path as time races by. Feeling powerless for I am unable to break free of the straight gravel stream. To run out towards the trees outside the path most taken.

Then again, I might just end up lost in the woods.
Thus, I wait for something to happen. Or arrive as the picture suggests.

Because I whisper of untold truths

2010-04-26T23:19:00.006+08:00

I'm actually craving for ice cream.
My mouth waters, in other words, I'm drooling.

I'm runnning out of catchy titles.

2010-04-26T23:05:00.008+08:00

I swear to Mother Earth that the Ukulele is the most friggin awesome instrument in the world. I think I might offend and declare war with all guitarists with this statement but oh well; THE UKULELE IS SO AWESOME, it even beats the guitar.

By the way, this song is an old favourite of mine. It should be yours too (:

Lace and things are such flings.

2010-04-26T22:42:00.011+08:00

You know what frustrates me so?

Let's say, you and this certain someone just click when you're talking on the phone or texting. In hopes of furthering this awesome clickiness, both of you decide to meet up face to face, person to person, no technology barricade whatsoever. But somehow this outing doesn't live up to the expectations you've created during this whole gimmick. Thus, this whole outing shit just turns out BLEH, where both of you don't seem to find that connection and everything just turns out to be awkward and boring. And after all this, I could only sum everything up with a monotonous "Bleh."

Yes, it frustrates me so.

Champagne Supernova

2010-04-26T22:39:00.002+08:00

Waking up to see clouds

2010-04-26T22:17:00.012+08:00

In Nav's words, school's aite.
I've realised that I have no idea what's going on during Add Math & Physics.
Damn you old male teachers who just bore me unfailingly.

Ooh and thanks a bunch Kay Yi for giving me your drink because you were rushing for your Librarian meeting. However so, my tummy is full of appreciation for you (:

No heavenly choir

2010-04-20T18:53:00.006+08:00

Why do both of you share secret smiles with each other knowing full well that I'm right in front of you? Why, how courteous of you guys.

Walloping wildflowers wave hello

2010-04-20T18:44:00.010+08:00

Yeap, this photo pretty much sums up my life right now.

Let's get down to business

2010-04-20T17:33:00.011+08:00

Concert practice has begun.
A musical titled Flower Drum Song has been chosen and a dance named You are Beautiful has a spot for me. It has been said that since 2008 was English, 2009 was Malay, it was seen fit that 2010 should be Chinese. I dare say Kim is absolutely right - Mulan all the way! But oh well, such things, or may I say certain people, cannot be helped :D

It used to be a goldmine

2010-04-18T15:39:00.006+08:00

If I am stubborn for refusing to do it your way,
are you not stubborn for forcing me to do it your way?

Cheap wine tastes the same

2010-04-17T23:09:00.007+08:00

I wonder if any of their wishes ever came true.
Maybe writing it down on a piece of paper and tying it to a sacred tree branch gives them just a little more hope.
More importantly,
Would they thank the tree when their wishes really do come true?
Or would they blame the tree when their wishes didn't come true?
I suppose that it's always about the tree either way.

Sweet child O' mine

2010-01-08T21:52:00.005+08:00

If only I could.

Monte

2010-01-07T21:50:00.002+08:00

I love Zee Avi. You should too.

Release the Hounds

2010-01-07T21:00:00.005+08:00

For one, I've realised that I'm incapable of blogging continuously like certain people. I cannot bring myself to sit down in front of a computer and tell you about my whatnots.

For two, I quite believe that all this is caused by the belief that blogging comes with long interesting posts and pretty pictures. Well, to be frank, I think that blogging should rather be truthful and straightfoward instead of what everyone else wants to read.

For three, I don't think anyone even reads this blog anymore. I guess it's pretty much my fault.

But I have this desire to blog now and then.
Oh damn you, desires.

kiss me, i'm contagious.

2009-10-11T16:29:00.001+08:00

And I like how the studs and lace just make this picture.

Now I want studs and lace.

Oh wait, I already do have studs and lace.

But not studs and lace like that though.

Oh well.

A sunday without sun.

2009-10-11T15:44:00.006+08:00

Oh dear history,

Why do you torment me so?

Butterflies and hurricanes.

2009-09-07T23:31:00.013+08:00

i want to watch this. :)

Burnt pancakes.

2009-09-06T21:59:00.003+08:00