i'm going to the zoo, zoo, zoo. how about you, you, you?

change*

i've went to the zoo today. took a number of pictures due to boredom. i'm not saying that the zoo ish not a lovely place, but i only had 3 hours of sleep the previous night and it was raining heavily.

sobs, outta a weird place. i teared infront of the king cobra.

i'm utterly disappointed with my result and it's not that i haven't place enough efforts. eeeks. i want to be a genetic counselor. tt's the end of story.

i cannot believe that i fell fer the cut and paste trick. oh, now... please give me a break. sucha fool.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks. there's this girl spying on me all the time. i need baby to shove of the freaking tingling feeling now. omg.

after starving fer so many days w/o any proper meal, i really hope to have some subway club or italian b.m.t. asap. i know jurong point has 1 at level one and if bf ish able to see this entry before he heads fer school tml which i doubt so, i might be able to have it fer brunch. gawd. maybe i should go get it myself.

recently i got addicted to this re-telecast of old trade, new life. i guess it's a really neat documentary of the traditional trades in singapore and how it adapts itself as the economy advances, how these lines of trades changes. really worth the catch in cna.

amazing.

i miss playing the flute oh so much.

i just came to realise that panadol flu ish utterly bitter. luckily daddy brought back my pink dolphin since kiki didn't promise bringing me a dozen. nearly chocked by my last pill. yucks. off to bed again i guess. today ish another day i'm stuck in bed.

who sleeps with a tissue box on their bed and wake up with a mountain/pool of tissues around. perhaps i'll start dreaming about floating on the clouds. mr kiki says i shouldn't be eating panadols but nobody brings me to the clinic. you know i won't go alone, phobia of wasting time/money and sitting with patients. so i've just pop 2 panadol flu and i'm going off to bed.

took me ~30 mins to get to the airport and ~20 mins fer dad to reach home. i think i must be crazy to be driving at 130 considering that i'm always lucky upon meeting tps, overtaking and following road hogs over and over again. daddy sped through with 140 and obviously the speed camera didn't work. afterall it hasn't work fer the last few times perhaps 5? these ar bad examples, so please do not follow. i guess dad and me ar really alike just lyke how darling says we ar over ambitious. seriously after having a license, i do not encourage young kids driving w/o a license/ or adults drink driving/speeding and playing with your life. and if you dunch think your life ish worth a shit, think about others. dunch give no bullshit that the place ish empty and it isn't dangerous. you know when shit happens, everything you cannot imagine happens too.

daddy didn't got any stuffs because he had a busy trip which he only spent lyke 300 bucks in tokyo. all i have ish this big bottle of chewing gum with this lil tinge of toyko chill.

thanks kiki fer everything.*

lower yur expectations and ignore the constrictions, you'll smile at the end of the day with the comfort of yur love one.





merlion and kiki. hee.

the first time i went to the musical fountain - the magical world of sentosa.

i didn't manage to take nice photos.





flames.



darling seems pissed.



nopes, he's not.



loves*

i'm in this really emo mood. and i know it's affecting my fever. my tummy ish upset, i puke every few hours. i think the stress from everything ish killing me. i need a hug, to calm me down. but who isn't afraid that i might pass my flu bug to you? time limits to everything but lyke what kiki has said before, the world doesn't only revolve around us. and even if you know that you have no time fer this and that, you want comfort from yur boyfriend, family concern, indulgence, you still have to finish yur essay and mug fer yur CA on friday. this ish life and we all know how it sucks. but maybe not, cos there's still the family, boyfriend, friends, bf's family around.

all this sick lil girl needs ish just constant love, protection and concern.

unluckily, we queued 4 hours fer this. their front service was way too slow. i nearly fainted looking at them serving. they treated the donuts lyke it's some freaking diamonds. the double chocolate was really good when it's all piping hot and you can feel the crisp of the donuts (though it made me sick after). cheese tartar was delicious too. their glazed was way too normal. spicy cheese was crap. i haven't tried the rest, but kiki says the strawberry white chocolate ish good too. locha mocha was a----alright only. another 2 hours fer it? no way...

everytime i feel broke, the money just appear right there when i really need it. although it's not much but it still fills ma super empty wallet. bangkok trip again soon during july holidays. it's the first outing with my honeybunch and i seriously wonder how ish it going to be like. daddy has flew to tokyo and i guess half of the money ish going to the petrol. he left me with just half a tank, maybe i should use his cashcard and pay again. haa. evil smiles* if only dad's car was a honda civic, kwute enough fer me. i lyke!

i'm sucha studious ladee who's still in school at this hour. haa. nah, i'm just waiting fer baby to fetch me home. while waiting, i've decided to make this tally. it's week 11 now. minus off a week of study week. there's 10 weeks of urban classes till 9pm. let's take off the two weeks i took 188, 963, 188, 198, 180... and it constitutes to a ~82% rate my honeybunch has came and fetch me every wednesday. that includes the very special once, he took mrt and bus 95 here with that gay sling bag. haa. alright, i'm just basically bored and talking albiet of nonsense. off to pee and meet my honeybunch!

hrmp* changes. i think there's thrice/4 i went home alone. hrmp, dunch really remember.

things i will not say even if i have this freaking bad mood, i got offended + hurt and i do not feel appreciated anymore.

1) there's no reason we should continue this r/s.
2) there's another better one fer you.
3) i'm sorry that i can't be there fer you anymore.

that's too dumb. nothing should be said if you dunch meant it.

no way... i know i used to say this hell lot in previous r/s, but not this time round.

if you ask me what's there to blog, i would jolly well tell you there's none. i've been trying to get sleep almost every single day and i dread having the need to set myself datelines or "deadlines". time passes way too fast with them. it's lyke swish, woosh, swoosh and tadaa... what a vicious cycle. there's a month/4 weeks before my final exams start and i'm left with one 800 ethnic essay and presentation, 10 pages of urban history and architecture assignment, 2 more CAs to come. i really hope i'll finish the drafts of my ethnic essay and urban assignment by this week at least. i think i need more discipline and less coffee to keep me awake.

i love my sugarcoated, chocofudgy honeybunch.

in my next life, i wanna be just a pink dolphin. never mind the freckles.

sometimes it does feel lyke a bimbo blogging, an un-intellectual talking about mudane stuffs, a typical ladee complaining with fats she sees, irritated student telling grandmother stories of how school work stresses her up and meaningless shopping treats (minus the branded goods).

no, please tell me this ish not happening. better start learning poetry.

300 and st james fer the day.

it's been a long time since i last club. but st james ish definitely not a really nice place to club. we were spinning around places. the boiler room has a little tad nice r&b after a certain time but the place ish definitely not fer dancing, many other lounges around, some places with professors around and ole ole ole?, the only dancefloor that's nice was powerhouse but the music were bad remixes, dragonfly? people ain't dancing with those weird tunes. mOS misses* the toilet, wooooo...

with my dearest.

yuxin and max.

this may sound stupid but everytime darling piggybacks me, i feel so in love and protected. blushes*

sometimes i wish to have a private msn account. damn, this spamming of email ish killing me. argh!

they might be of no threat but sometimes diss-es comes absolutely smack into the point and you can't stop yourself from thinking whether it's meant to be.

it's the unlike-able features she has and i guess the attitude lies the same too. unpleasant being the once have.

this afternoon, i look into the frays of hair, told myself that it's not going to last fer long. i double confirmed and started worrying.

who doesn't fall in love over and over again, tell yur SOthers over and over again, that i'll be with you forever, call the same darling and names on the different. (there's nothing wrong with the past, as long as the future holds. i guess? just try not to reminiscence them fer too much? keeping memories ar way too many pieces of evidence fer sparks.) though the 2nd statement never refers to anything i've said before, cos you've gotta remember, i never believe in true love and i always think that i'm ill-fated in the love arena.

just dunch take things fer granted.

random posts, they dunch link.

oh yeah, pardon me fer being a mean bitch but hazelnut has always been this neat piece of joke.

it still hurts but i'm trying to live with it.

ignorance might be bliss but when everything starts overflowing one day, you'll regret ignoring each of them in the first place.

intellectually missing.

sorry, but msn ish not my favourable tool of communication.

if you wanna meet up my someone, dunch use the excuse and call up the other partner. it's not reasonably nice*

music and lyrics was absolutely light-hearted. it lifted my mood and i enjoyed his company.

duper catchy song. pop! goes my heart. (= colin and alex. baby must be fuming mad now. colex. haa.

Way Back Into Love - OST Music and Lyrics

I’ve been living with a shadow, over head
I’ve been sleeping with a cloud, above my bed
I’ve been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on

I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
just in case I ever need them again someday
I’ve been setting aside time
to clear a little space in the corners of my mind

All I wanna do is find a way back into love
I can’t make through without a way back into love
Oh-oh

I’ve been watching
but the stars refuse to shine
I’ve been searching
but I just don’t see the signs
I know that it’s out there
there’s gotta be something for my soul somewhere

I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me through the night
I could use some direction
and I’m open to your suggestions

All I wanna do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart again
I guess I’m hoping that you’ll be there for me in the end

There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real
or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation

All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart to you
I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do
and if you’ll help me to start again
you know that I’ll be there for you in the end

my heart, it hurts.

couples enjoy happy days with happy outings. i think mine was disastrous and i know it's 80% my fault. blame it on the tantrum. blame it on people being stubborn. but you know how i hate last minute decisions, how it feels to wander around and knowing that you can't get anything done. i'm upset and i can't control being disappointed.

yes, couples can live in their own heaven but angels fly around too. i've gone through that 3 years and i jolly well know where it ends. how i see the couples of years breaking up. i'm afraid of repeating history and just lyke how you have your "do not want it to happen again because of it", i have mine too.

never in my life i've said sorry this many times and with it doing no effect at all. it's precious just lyke my first time. but i'm not even getting a COP outta it. devastating. even the friends they laugh at how fumble i've became. and it's all because of love.

i dunch want my tears to touch no one anymore. the next time i'm crying, i hope some car hit and run and get me to stop it.

and when i say that i feel that i'm not worthy of it. i meant it exactly the way it ish. fat, ugly, inferior and lack of self-confidence. i'm not mocking, maybe i am but the target ish exclusively just me.

sitting at my corner, i need reconfirmation too.

if sleeping allows you to forgive and forget, the first thing i hope ish to be able to fall asleep.

writing this entry ish not to get sympathy.*

knowledge, something really amazing. at least now you have reasons and solutions to questions and mysteries you once couldn't understand. or maybe it helps to see a clearer picture and it definitely feels great. aweeeeee... evolution. why didn't i think about it.

finding a good reason why.

my best 'free' weekend. i really hope it's fully utilized.

i love taking bus rides, enjoying the first seat and listening to good music. of cos, that's when i'm not tired.

mummy got another cake from http://www.thepatissier.com/ again. i think she's pretty much addicted to it. but this time round, the mango didn't taste that fantastic.





Mango mousse cake with a tinge of basil.





the pudding on top tastes fantastic though but the mango. hrmp... the basil spoiled everything. and it was way too sweet.

i've once said smses constitutes to many memories and that if one day my handphone was stolen, i would plead nothing but my simcard back. sadly, i've deleted most of the smses i should have kept last night. it felt lyke i was dumping away memoirs and it doesn't feel really good right now.

2.

heart.

ang bei bei.

precious.

i love webcasts. they allow me to watch with my utmost attention and i get to speed them up to 2X speed. super fast, short and sweet!

just the both of us playing webcam.

CAs ar over, assignments seems to be piling up though but i'm doing fine. i'm kinda relax fer this semester, i have no idea why but i know i seem to be treating things with lesser tense as before.

i really hope i have nothing pounding after my marketing presentation in 2 weeks time but then again, there's 2 essays due after, the second round of CAs coming and then EXAMS! faints*

though the not very enjoyable 933fm ish playing but baby ish just by my side and that makes everything lovable. kueesh*

sundays ar lazy days fer the catch up of rest. 3rd of MARCH (03) was perfectly fine besides the hiccups of my little aunt. a nice soup restaurant dinner and dovey the way through.

ma CAs ar finally over but the assignments ar piling up. 800 essay in 12 hours time. gawd.

i love it everytime i hear muttons in the morning. but it jolly well means it's 5.30am and i'm not going to have enough sleep. i hope the painters won't disturb me tomorrow morning and i can a peaceful rest before i start fighting fer biochemistry. urban was boring today fer once, maybe because i was dying of hunger and there's no physical notes fer me.

starlight ish beautiful but awfully replayed over and over again on the radio.

hunger makes you WEEP. growing fat makes you CRY. and people pinching yur fats makes you want to DIE.