medical check up to come.

it's to see if i'm "fit for employment".

oh god, what if i have cancer????

*yawns*










money money money

to my special someone

23rd of july.

how can i forget.

what a day for my special someone..

the one who is #2 on my speed dial,

my #2

the one who bitches with me when i talk about the people or things i despise,

dont mess w her man.

the one who is my source of reason when the world or rather i, myself have gone crazy,

and i think this was before the drinks. shit.

the one who looks out for me and would order me toy boys when i'm forty,

lookin out as usual.

the one who introduced me to sin,

i lurrrve fried mars bar!!!


the one who braved church with me (we get blisters and die if we step onto holy ground, in theory anyway),

we just love the presents actually.

the one who makes me pick out "dao gei" if (god forbid!) her food has them,

argh, dao gei!

the one who went to get stupid, bulky and totally useless helium balloons with me for my 21st,

totally no use whatsoever.

the one who can read my mind,

she is psychic!

the one who forgives me when i unknowingly reveals her secret to HX - her nemesis,

neh, this one.

the one who doesnt care if im evil (cos she's worse),

dont we both look just angelic???

the one who missed me (probably the most! haha.) when i left for US for a mth,

taken few days after i got back.

the one who joined netball with me because i forced her to,

taken on my 21st! (no netball pic)

the one who orders 20 shots of irish cream even though she cant drink,

irish cream and apple vodka shots.

the one who sometimes share the same taste in clothings as me,

see, i'm not kidding!

the one who knows all my secrets (pls dont blackmail me!),

shhhh!

the one who is..

..so different..

.. yet similar to me.

happy birthday smelly melly.

i love you, allergic to alcohol and all!

what am i doing?

where do i go next?

these few weeks have been one helleva roller coaster emotionally. i'm like friggin PMS-ing everyday of the month la. am i goin crazy??? shits.

was reading one of my friend's blog, let's just call her Ms B. met up w her and smelly melly and another guy from high sch the other day. by right, we should have been close, well closer anyways, considering the fact that i've known her for like what 10 years, but things happen, teens will always be teens. i guess it's one regret i'll always have.

anways, she looks much thinner than before, and trust me she was thin already. but still her energy level was sky high, smiled alot, talked crap with us, as if everything was normal. i feel so ashamed just thinking about it, how hard her life must have been, how strong she has to be. and i was never there for her, never overcame my fear of how she might react to me, never summoned enough courage to admit that i still care for her.

she is the epitome of inner strength. after all that she's been through: 2 jobs, staying on her own, family to look after, one bad relationship after another, she's still trodding on with life. and she doesnt grumble or say anything about it.

what are we? talking about jadedness and love lost. i'm such a spoilt child. a selfish, proud, cowardly spoilt child. i really hope that things will get better for her, for the people around her, and that love will finally find its way to her soon.

though i never said it, i admire and respect you alot, even if we're not close friends, i still hope to be there for you one day..

existence.

he is..

waking up early on christmas morning, making your way through the darkness alone, feet on the cold floor, heart thumping with anticipation..

peeking at the many presents under the big glowing christmas tree, trying to find the parcels with your name on it, a mug of hot chocolate beside you..

wide eyes on the plate of half-eaten cookies, carrots and mince pies, the empty glass which was once filled, but now contains only traces of warm milk..

heart swelling, thinking santa had come.

the feeling?

amazing and magical..

..but wait, santa doesn't exist.

when there's nothing left to burn,
you have to set yourself on fire.

Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?

Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.

So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,

And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,And our cracking bones make noise,

And we are just,

Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.

In your two ton death trap I finally saw.

A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.

Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,

And our cracking bones make noise,

And we are just,

Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

And we are so fragile,

And our cracking bones make noise,

And we are just,

Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-

Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-

Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

check this out!

was checking out tattoo sites and blogs (there may be a tattoo convention next january in Singapore!!!!!) when i stumbled upon these:

damn fucking funny right???

i couldn't stop laughing my head off.

you can even sign a petition to stop war by masturbating!

how meaningful.

go to masturbateforpeace.com to get some funky peace quotes like:

"War can wait, masturbate!"

"War is silly, whack your willy!"

"Don't fight for gasoline, use your Vaseline!"

har dee har.

hilarious shit.

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY Y'ALL!

gals.

hottie, angelic, bimbotic and bitchy.

i wish u all only the best in life..

may we be so happy and successful until we feel bad about it!

*hugs*

















a broken heart doesn't stop beating..
that's why it hurts.