i'm very sad. i lost my ring today while photocopying my hand in the library. and it wasn't just any ring, it was a dear, meaningful christmas present from my sister. i haven't told her the sad news yet, i'll wait till she reads my blog. sorry, debs :(

went to orchard today to get a birthday present for april. mei ling and i found this "i-want-it-this-instance-no-matter-what" handbag at mng and we were tempted to get one each for ourselves but the whopping price tag turned us (me, at least) off. in the end, we bought a beige one for april and i hope she doesn't like it so i get to keep it. hurhur.

so many singaporean chicks have pierced noses now. everywhere i go, i see diamond studs glinting in almost every nose i meet; a stark contrast to the proliferation of blackheads on the same area. tak cantik ler kalau kulit tak cantik. on the other hand, some people look cool with nose rings like my brudder down under (cough cough).

oklah, i have a report to do. school stinks, especially at this time of the year.

war is just an endless wastage of resources: human life, money, time, morality (if there was ever any, to begin with). someone should just lock the two hypocritical cowards up in a room and let them beat each other up instead of allowing them to use innocent people to get to each other. i hate.

very much. especially when i watch tv and see the grieving families of the dead.

i pity the guy in the blow-up marshmallow cube of a suit. how does he breathe?

i put my phone on silent mode. don't think i can stand its inactivity any longer.

"and the winner goes to..."

ella is a stupid woman.

i now resolve to blog about less cynical sombre i-wish-my-underwear-would-turn-cannibalistic subjects and instead, revitalise and rejuventate the listless soul with happy tales of my day.

i was two minutes late for class today. we had a test. it was a 10 question mcq paper. i circled my answers with my mechanical pencil. then i went to the toilet and to my dismay, the cubicle which i thought i had wisely chosen had run out of toilet paper. luckily i had my packet tissue then i was happy again. paperless toilet cubicles are tremendously cumbersome.

then we went for hainanese chicken rice in ficus and i only had four balls of rice. i could have eaten more but ladies shouldn't be seen pigging out in public so i daintily wiped my mouth with my napkin and announced politely that i had had enough.

i went to junction 8 with mei ling today and i tried on different types of glasses. i would have bought a pair of plastic frames but to spend a week's worth of food on a pair of glasses? cis berdebah.

i'm not even sure whether i used cis berdebah in the correct context or not.

then i chuggidy chugged on a bus to holland village and pei li and i walked through fosters so i could show her the people there. all she could say was "can do better but the funk is in the punk". she said other things but discretion prevents me from revealing too much. then we headed to the windmill and i thought i very macho can eat the mutton curry at the nasi stall then i ask the woman to "tambah lagi kari". i tasted the firey pits of hell. it was so bad i wanted to stick my tongue in the ice kacang the man two tables away was eating but i am a civil person.

this is my purse. it is lime green and orange. it cost me S$2. some people say it's ugly. but i love it very much.

i should be ecstatic over what happened, shouldn't i? instead i'm overcome by a tsunami of apathy, with little wavelets of guilt-ridden glee. i don't know lah, the old (stupid) me would've jumped eagerly at the opportunity to be the solid, dependable brick wall (again) but after skimming the surface, nothing's worth my time or/and effort. maybe i'll just reluctantly leave everything in the hands of destiny. i mean, it's not as if she'll unmercilessly rob me of my dignity and sanity again, will she?

bitchy forces of nature are always women. hurricanes, volcanoes, fate. all display the common female tendency to blow up without warning and wreak havoc on those around her.

don't you hate it when someone pours out their sob story to you and then they get all huffy puffy when you tell them what you really think? i mean, c'mon, exercise more maturity, will you? i'm sorry if i was a little harsh with what i said but you need to be jolted back to reality. i didn't mean any offense but judging by your reaction (which i'd already expected), i shall chalk the effectiveness of my advice to zero.

this is the song of the moment.

stupid woman shout so loud. i have pictures. but some are not well taken. some of them aren't flattering. but i will post them soon. when i'm less sleepy and tired. sleepy and tired could mean something else. but i'm not. my eyes are shutting. stupid woman. you don't have to draw attention to your ugly face by shouting so loud. you're idgusting. all of your are disgusting.

so ar eyou. you're disgusting. i'm going to take a bath now. maybe next time i'll talk to you. but maybe i won't. it's stupid. really.

i'll post pictures soon. promise. even tho they're not flattering to say the least.

stop reading my blog. if i wanted you to, i would've linked you. but i didn't. so stop reading it, u idiot. i would have given u the url. but i didn't. so that should mean something.

i don't even know how you found my blog. go away. it makes me uncomfortable.

hello everyone. today was a mediocre day. not even worth blogging about but since i've got myself a new layout, it calls for a celebratory post.

i finally bought nail polish remover. now my toenails will not look as if they're rotting in meaty chunks of purple and golden hues. i would take a picture (of my hideous toes) but i'm afraid my obesity restricts my movement.

it's really difficult, you know, when you're sitting at a kopitiam with your friend and all he does is blahblahblah about his new girlfriend and all you want to do is push him as hard you can in the ground and grind his nose into the concrete until blood seeps out and you leave bloody footprints when you finally walk away. WHY OH WHY?

whatever.

and i love jay chou. for real.

wah today was not a really good day for me. my nose drooled lau pee for the better part of the day. i tried to suck it back in but to no avail so i ended up working my way through two and a half packet of tissues, of which all were soaking wet by the time i was done with them. luckily i don't have a nose piercing like some peepur (who also write boringly depressing posts about pat and other men's underwear). HUEHUEHUE

wah today in the streats i read about thaiexpress giving out free desserts tomorrow to all its customers because one person wrote in to the newspaper to complain about their unrefined service and that caused a chaotic snowball chain effect with more complaint letters pouring in. that made me wonder, is that how powerful consumers and the media are today? just one single complaint letter has the ability to jeapordise your company's reputation, forcing you to dig out of your own pocket to feed cheap, oversweetened dessert to the singaporean scavengers.

i asked mei ling whether she wanted to go or not but she said the dessert is probably very small one, not worth it. besides, their pineapple rice is horrible enough to make me avoid going there again, regardless of free beverages or not.

hoho and i still love rhcp. no, i don't like transvestite porn and i think trying to sell yourself in personal(sex) ads is disgusting.

you lecherous promiscuous barbaric hypocritically self-righteous pig.

HAHAHA