paul van dyke @ zouk, okay.
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i LOVE the sight of piss drunk people.
they do/say the absolute ridiculous.
narene, be a good love and control your drinkingg alright?
you know i am here : )
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i want to kiss:
beeeeeebeeeeee xu
nengjipua
dianna "clubbing" tai
miss batam 2006, everina
top girl in class, janet
rachel mak/lee
heartless dmarc
limsinghshortfart
neighbours (tricky!)
mich and ko, i'll kiss with chees and pus
mrs duanne kumar
mei bao
christopher chai
brendan chai
farah minah chew
hayley and ian, problematical
shamrockin' jen and shawn
AIYA, i kiss all my loves!
<3
going to johor is routine.
(i could go five times a week depending on the boyfriend's schedule)
it is as often as changing my knickers.
food is cheap.
petrol is cheap.
cigarettes are cheap.
we haven't gotten to the shopping bit yet.
cheapcheapcheap, so he/i like.
i've updated the list of songs under the label: audiocandy.
(jol, i think you might fall in love with them)
let's say this week is a dump.
today, i collapsed and my mother and sister thought i was faking it.
halfway through the fall, my head hit the island in the kitchen.
woah, i am so capable of pulling a stunt like that?
better, i had clean forgotten how and why i fell, seriously.
all my mother was aware of, was that i had hit my head.
when my grandmother fell, my mother called for the ambulance four hours later.
i wonder if my mother is aware of what four hours can do.
oh, turned out my grandmother broke her hip.
my mother should invest in responding quicker than usual.
goodnight, i am having a major head spin.
a conversation between keith and i.
keith being a coincidental friend and not my next-door-goddamn-friendly-neighbour.
i: i am dumb, duhhhhhhh.
keith: you'reeeeeeeeeeeee brighhhhhhtttttttttt.
i: OH SHUT UP.
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i: you drove in the circuit today.
was it fun?
keith: yupppppppppp.
but i kept getting scolded for not braking when i turned.
i: HAHAHAHA.
keith: then the instructor was like 'wtf are you doing?'
i: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
keith: and i was like, i am inspired by initial d.
then he made me stop the car.
i: HAHAHAHA.
keith: and he put this piece of paper on the dashboard and told me to turn again.
and when i turned, the paper flew off.
i: HAHAHAHA.
keith: i guess he proved his point quite well.
i: stop acting like jay chou.
keith: i hate jay chou, omg.
i think he is damn irritating.
i: he is fuggly.
keith: HAHAHAHA.
i hate his fringe!
and his damn heckcare look.
this morning, i couldn't get out of bed. (how not surprising?)
instead of rushing of to driving class, i did what i do best.
i cancelled the booking and class is on monday.
also this morning, i overslept. (the sleep was not enough)
because of this very honest mistake, gabriel and i couldn't go in time to renew my passport photo for malaysia-ing plans in the afternoon.
P.S i am such a failure when it comes to time.
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tonight, i had a movie marathon and all alone.
lights out, the bed, and the ibook. (i had no food and i need the diet)
first, king kong.
second, just like heaven.
third, undiscovered
and tomorrow i'll continue with corpse's bride and prozac nation.
i say fruitful.
a good read: THE GAME.
(penetrating the secret society of pick up artists)
i never read, but i'd beg to differ over this.
it is not your average love story nor one with a bimbotic story line.
it is a true story and it really happened;
men will deny it.
women will doubt it.
but presented is naked, vulnerable and disturbingly real.
aiya, go and read.
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i think i am a girlfriend to shoot.
the boyfriend has school with a schedule that does not kick-ass.
i hardly see him,
a) he is too exhausted.
b) paley, ian, daniel, prata time.
c) last minute rushing to finish assignments.
i hardly message him,
a) when in the workshop, hands are too filthy.
b) when in a lecture, snoozing.
c) when in the car, for safety reasons.
i hardly talk to him; by the time he gets home,
a) sleeping
b) terribly disappointed and then moody.
c) he is exhausted.
all this is routine and very frustrating.
and i am learning to deal with the mess.
"and when i seee you, i really see you upside down.
and my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around.
turns you around, turns you around."
eff aii enn aee ell ell wyw. (read:finally)
despite the downpour, i got my jiggly buttocks off the slack and travelled forever to enrol for driving.
yes, driving!
and with all kiasu-ness, i've booked lessons for this friday already.
apart from lessons conducted in the school, i've got a external instructor who volunteered.
THE BOYFRIEND!
this is going to be as exciting as exciting gets.
WOAH!
BEE, A YEAR AND FIFTEEN DAYS.
(with an extra three years of friendship)
::su tuoba tegrof t'nod::
relating to the previous post, i got some feedback from pseudo boy, narene.
i hardly said much.
and since i've way to much time on my hands, why not brag abit more.
(20 things about narene)
narene loves me, this i know.
narene ends with a lan ling.
narene's ego is as big as granny panties. (XXXXXL)
narene can be quite an ah-beng, making her loud.
narene always gets played out by me.
narene in turn, plays me out.
narene has yet to go clubbing with me.
narene plays. (be it girls, be it whatever)
narene is a pianist.
narene is short. (let's say midget)
narene is unable to donate blood due to minute vains and scrawny arms.
narene sleeps with a hanky that looks uncanny to torn knickers. (you've got to see it to believe it)
narene lives far out, far from civilisation.
narene goes all child-like when brought to the night safari.
narene expects a lot from me.
narene is rude on the phone. (FUCKER)
narene is super sweet on messaging. (messages always end with love)
narene is a sweetheart.
narene knows what happens when i drink. (itchyitchyscratchyscratchy)
narene is a day younger than me.
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the boyfriend is having consultation in school, i am having hard-core cramps and i haven't brushed my teeth since i woke up four hours ago.
i am so lazed, i can head back to snooze mode.
goodnight ya'll.
boys and why they are weird.
weird being an understatement.
ryan smothers his face with talcum powder for no apparent reason or so he says it is to scare his brother when we all actually know he thinks it would do his face some justice.
gabriel just wants everything to go his way.
he thinks the world revolves around him.
apparently, if i follow his directions, i might never lose him.
you're hilarious baby.
lutfi claims i am scrawny.
clearly, he hasn't seen scrawny or better, anorexic.
darren marc just talks.
bondage, spelling names backwards and when ever was my name chin cheong?
although at times he can be quite an itch, he is none-the-less a dear.
one minute, he's irritating you to the maximum and the next, he'll offer to send you home.
then you get called swine and minah and the next, he'll tell you he'll always be around.
christopher chai thinks he is bloody handsome with old-school muttrocker hairdo.
keep telling yourself that, cousin.
my next door neighbour says he's friendly.
let's see if he can keep up to that.
so far, so good.
limlee is just old.
twenty three seems like thirty two.
then you have my father, who's tolerance lasts one second before BOOM.
jen has many dirty little secrets.
(some would get my drift)
shawn is masahiro iwasaki and has shrek's hair.
he can't help but write about a dead aunty.
also, his aunty is so close to his grandmother that they go shopping and to the market to buy fruits and vegetables.
(another inside joke)
william chan is dope, RIGHT.
and then we have pseudo boy, narene.
BOYSboysBOYS.
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EXCUSE ME, TEENYBOPPER? <3
i'm not a fan of lindsay lohan nor ashlee simpson and a definate no-no to hilary duff.
but for some unknown reason, i like fastlane by lindsay lohan.
comparing the three girls togets, lindsay lohan's it.
forget hilary duff, FORGET.
OKAY, I HAVE COME TO MY TRASHY SENSES AND SHOULD SHOOT MYSELF.
yes, it's about my uneventful lifestory.
today just had to start with several arguements, and i mean several.
if it's not this family, it's gabriel or both for a good combination.
gabriel never fails to have a fight(s) each day.
it seems to me that being unoccupied is starting to be more trouble than having a job.
at least when you have a job, i am thinking less problems with the boyfriend.
nevermindnevermindnevermind.
(i am in no exact mood to phrase the issues right.)
BAH BAH BLACK SHEEP, HAVE YOU ANY PROBLEMS?
I'VE THREE BAGS FULL.
HA.
in our endeavor we are never seeing eye to eye
no guts to serve us so forever may we wave goodbye
and you're always telling me that it's my turn to move
when i wonder what could make the needle jump the groove
i won't fall for the oldest trick in the book
so don't sit there and think you're off of the hook
by saying there is no use changing 'cause
that's just what you are
acting steady always ready to defend your fears
what's the matter with the truth, did i offend your ears
by suggesting that a change might be a thing to try
like it would kill you just to try and be a nicer guy
it's not like you would lose some critical piece
if somehow you moved point A to point B
maintaining there is no point changing 'cause
that's just what you are
now i could talk to you till i'm blue in the face
but we still would arrive at the very same place
with you running around and me out of the race
so maybe you're right, nobody can take
something older than time and hope you could make
it better, that would be a mistake
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you hurt me, continuously.
some random lines.
1. paint my nails a baby pink colour.
2. my hairs tamed and amazingly soft.
3. buy a foundation.
4. my name engraved pendant which cost a bomb.
5. we haven't fought and that is record breaking.
6. how many times must i repeat, lose weight?
7. kicking the habit of biting my nails.
8. a book to occupy myself.
9. dye my fringe pink? HA.
(the boyfriend will murder me)
10. but the boyfriend loves me : )))
HEH.
before anything, thank you to the people who made 2005 fabulous.
even though it was a tough year, all of you were the cherries on top of the cake.
anyhow, HAPPY NEW YEAR.
(i'm sorry i can't make it look exciting with coloured letterings for the touch.)
school starts tomorrow.
tomorrow, i will still have nothing to occupy me.
maybe, just maybe i will find myself a job.
time to kill and money to earn sounds fabfabfab.
and in months to come, i will be financially stable to ferry myself to bintan for a few days vacation.
besides that, i will be flying off to bangkok or hong kong with the family. (let's hope)
already, i am seeing a bright future for the next two months until results speak the worst.
tomorrow, the boyfriend is going to school.
i can forsee this semester's plan for not only him but me.
(tolerate, tolerate because it's only going to be half a year and army issues to deal with after)
it is already so difficult to get him.
he is going to be drop-dead occupied until he graduates in the mid-year.
like an auction, i have to bid for the boyfriend.
i am hard-core bidding for this weekend (and every weekend) and certain weekdays.
I AM PLACING A BID ON YOU FOR EVERY SATURDAY AND AN HOUR EVERY WEEKDAY.
(aren't i sweetish?)