yesterday, i:
i) got my ***** *******.
ii) got laughed at for getting rashes. moron!
iii) made a fool out of myself in front of my two cuties.
iv) followed ml to buy her samsung phone.
v) got extremely pissed off when i found out the ending of matrix revolutions.



today, i:
i) posted sha's birthday card. *sheepish grin*
ii) went for sushi.
iii) watched a breakdance performance at atrium.
iii) watched survivor on the bus and thinks it sucks.
iv) got accused of outcasting a girl. (accurate, due to her spoiling my group's presentation and making us lose a very valuable 30% of our overall grade. she deserves it.).



tomorrow, i:
i) have to go to school for a meeting with the outcasted girl.
ii) am going to watch matrix revolutions though i don't think i'd enjoy it as much as if i hadn't known the ending.
iii) will still think survivor is crap.



donkey, i just realised that she is the only one who fergie beats in the looks (and other areas) department. not to say your dog is ugly la, but if your dog were judged by human standards, he'd still win her hands-down. *grin*

your beauty freezes the morning sun as it pauses for a moment and laughs its head off, for how ugly you look against the white light.



dedicated to goop, from goop.

i just found out that when i fell down and cracked my head open, i wasn't alone. and it wasn't quiet either. i'd always thought that i was spinning by myself but today someone, after fifteen bloody years, finally confessed that she was egging me on to spin round and round to the beat of her pounding on the damn electronic keyboard. i think my semi-concussion (hah) must've caused memory loss. and to top it off, she got angry that i had to be taken to hospital because it made her miss a party. yeah, and i still remember the string that i couldn't break after i said my prayers. i was so scared to the point that i wouldn't go to the toilet. that probably explains the incontinence now.



here's an interesting conversation i had yesterday. i was late for school so i hailed a cab, climbed in, and stared out the window. the cabbie kept on looking at me through the rearview mirror. this is the part where i tell you all that i look like a good christian girl. i really do! i rarely have mormons, nuns, pastors, or christian fellowship hypocrites coming up to me to ask me to save myself. so anyway



cabbie: *mandarin*
me: sorry, uncle. wo poo huey chiang hua yi.
cabbie: oh sorry ha... so, i want to ask you.. do you worship anyone? what religion are you?
me: *sweat droplets start appearing* er... christian.
cabbie: then who do you worship? jesus or mary?
me: um... neither. i worship GOD.
cabbie: so you got go to church?
me: yes, every sunday. (*damn, i'm good*)
cabbie: *pulls out brochure* ok, good that you are christian. because i want to tell you about something. *points at picture of jesus on brochure* you want to learn more about jesus? come, i give you this one. you go and read properly.
me: ok, thanks! (*with all the enthusiasm i could muster*)
cabbie: blahblahblahblah (*my cue to tune out and think dirty thoughts about me and jay with the occasional "hmms" and "yes!" and "praise jesus!"*)



baby - annoyingly cutesy.
sporty - too lesbo.
posh - too full of herself.
scary - too ugly.
ginger - too skanky.



i miss my best friend.

this might be a very crude example but you know how people die from cancer and other people say "oh, it's better to die than to suffer from the pain?"



yeah. easier said than done. the space beside the shoe rack will never be the same again.