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.