yeah so now me and sha are having a very in-depth philosophical discussion about what we think is the reason why she (and now me) is feeling so lasam. she's also counselling me about **r**, and i with her about **c****. deep down, we're frigid spinsters. spank that cow and squeeze its udders, horny letchumi!



on the other side of the world, wan chiun and i are also have a very in-depth discussion about a certain person whom we mutually cannot stand. some people might misconstrue this as bitching. but we're just... discussing. yeah.



random pix:
1. how smu students look like [click]
2. shi hui, being coy [click]
3. mei ling, being coy [click]
4. hope's bite marks [click]
5. right wrist [click]
6. left wrist [click]
7. say byebye to hope. she's leaving on sunday. [click]
8. hope killed her best friend [click]



in the end, yao and i didn't go for dinner. well, he had dinner, i just sat and listened to him. i also brought him to meet lionel. did you notice the calvin and hobbes on his right arm?



aargh. you look so good in army green. i shouldn't make it sound like a disaster when it probably hardly rippled your life. it did tsunami mine, though. *makes rude sign with finger*

this is for jimmy. to calm him down.



Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test-tube
Ohh-oh-oh-oh...
Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone
"Can I take you out to the pictures
Joa-oa-oa-oan?"
But as she's getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door...



Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead



Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-ene
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
So he waits behind
Writing 50 times "I must not be so-o-o-oo..."
But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind



Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead



B.C. Thirty-One said "we caught a dirty one"
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free (Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-oo
But as the words are leaving his lips
A noise comes from behind



Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon his head
Bang, Bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead
(The Beatles - Maxwell's Silver Hammer)

so pretty my henna. that's what happens when, after dinner, you walk around holland village, then decide to pay a visit to your friendly neighbourhood erm.... art shop. then after that you go for a little fel... uh.. bellagio down the street and share a sticky date with your sister (all puns not intended). then you walk back and hurl abuse at the dog just because it peed on the floor, instead of the newspaper. haha. my jie jie so cute.



so tomorrow, yao is going to buy me dinner. i haven't decided what to eat yet. i don't feel like eating anything now. there isn't anything to eat in orchard. today i saw this skinny girl with a barbed wire arm band tattoo and i shot her nasty glances because 1) she's skinny and 2) she's got a tattoo. naturally, that sent warning bells a-clanging in my head because she matched the description of that wanton whore (even though i've never seen her, i imagine that that's what she looks like). why do i hate all skinny girls with tattoos? because one is going after MY MAN (he doesn't know he's my man yet la but i think he will soon enough once he gets a taste of my stalking expertise).



do you know how they all say that absence makes the heart grow fonder? on the contrary, my dear. on the contrary.



sha! itu orang *g* boleh pass! kamu pose sangat seksi dalam gambar itu... *horny grin* ;p~

do the beatles mean as much to you as they mean to me?

first of all, thanks a lot for the phone calls, the icq messages, the text messages, the presents, the cards. *happy grin* and i'm sorry to disappoint all my horny friends. i didn't celebrate in the naughty way that i should've (and promised). i spent it looking after my sick sister and surfing bmezine.

hope, taken 2 hours ago



sha is going to see so much more on wednesday



fergie, sleeping



the airbrushed om half-ankle band. i chicken.

eh why did you suddenly do that?



nothing to do wat.



what does it mean?



nothing to do.



ya i know. but what does it mean?



(points at each line)no-thing to do



then how are you going to do work now? can you do this? *flicks wrist*



why not? *flicks wrist weakly*



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haha. you can't help but like someone like that. and because of him, i've taken out my cartilage piercing. it was starting to get a bit boring anyway. might be doing my tragus.



who's jerry? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*tries to stifle giggle*



cynthia, you know i'm not one to laugh at your misfortunes but...



*bursts out laughing* BWAAHHAAHAHAHAH



-hugs-

sometimes you irk me so much. you annoy me with what you say and what you think and what you want other people to think about you.



i hate the way you're cheapening something that i cherish. i don't like your narcissistic ways and i don't think i've ever liked you as much as you think i do. i'm a good pretender, remember?



i hate the way you and your friend are so narrow-minded and think that you're the best in the world and that it's ok to disregard other people's feelings. just because you think the world revolves around you.



you really irritate me. sometimes la. but other times, i tolerate because i know it's expected of me. i'm glad that we live in different countries because i don't think i'd be able to take it if i had to see you every single day. sometimes i feel like flipping you the middle finger and telling you to stop being such an empty-headed bimbo. but i don't. because i want to respect you, no matter how stupid you are.



donks, it's our secret, ok?



on an unrelated note, YOU LOOK SO SEXY WITH YOUR NEW HAIRCUT. *throws head back and luffs*



i love the beatles.

Hey Jude don’t make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better,
Remember, to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude don’t be afraid,
You were made to go out and get her,
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey Jude refrain,
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it’s a fool,
Who plays it cool,
By making his world a little colder.
Hey Jude don’t let me down,
You have found her now go and get her,
Remember (Hey Jude) to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
So let it out and let it in
Hey Jude begin,
You’re waiting for someone to perform with.
And don’t you know that it’s just you.
Hey Jude, you’ll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.
Hey Jude, don’t make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better,
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you’ll begin to make it better.



:(

yesterday debs made me panic a bit but everything's sorted now. today i let debbie see the man i am going to marry and all she could say about him was that he has bad teeth. well i'm sorry not everyone knows about the goodness of colgate.



just came back from watching underworld. it's very gothic and dark and the plot sucks (as do all movies that concentrate on effects and completely neglect logic and sense). the story ends suddenly. it doesn't even end at all. the transformation of man into werewolf wasn't very smoothly done. i wouldn't mind living the life of a vampire, though. decadent lifestyles they have. decadent lifestyle i want.



this monday will be life-changing for a particular person. i have been requested to attend this once-in-a-lifetime thing and all i'm hoping for is no tears and no puke and no blackouts. MUAHAAHAHAHAHAH gilanya aku malam ini.

it's so easy to psycho some people. just pretend to want to buy some earrings and then...... end up staying in pa for an hour or so HAHAHAHA. i hope you like my present for many many years to come (you have to). muaxxxxxoxoxoxo. happy birthday. tomorrow is my turn.



i hate skinny girls who try to seduce men by buying food for them. you think you what, har? you harlot. slap slap slap.

debbie is my jie jie. this is a photo of her back. i took it because it looked clean.



today when i woke up, i had about 10 new smses. then when i was on the bus, i got another 10 smses. apparently, i have this stalker in australia who relishes sending me the same message 20 times. 20 FREAKIN TIMES. FREAK! NEXT TIME USE KEYPAD LOCK!



i've got to go. bad stomachache.

no matter how much happens to you, and how many new friends you make, you'll always remember and love the old ones. especially the childhood ones who saw every stupid thing you did and watched you blossom from an immature, messy, tomboyish, gawky nerd with bugs bunny teeth into an immature, messy, tomboyish gawky nerd with straight teeth (thanks, dr. ang!).



i just resurrected contact with a whole bunch of brunei friends and some of them date as far back as kindergarten. kg1pm with mrs. janting to primary 6G with miss ngor and sec2A with mrs gladys yee. from then onwards, it was penang and although i can't be any more grateful for the friends and new experiences in penang, i'll forever remember brunei and my darlings. favourite pastime: playing tag in whoever's garden/master bedroom whenever there was a pot luck. random memory: acting out boyzone's "key to my life" with saleena. i'd always be ronan and she stephen.



mcdougall rules!! cornwall, danson, and hollis can kiss our ass!

oh shit. i knew it. the obsession has begun. endless photos. and looping of coldplay. and ONE more. last one. i swear. haha. what you said is true. i don't want to see ratree (i scared). hehe i like the way you say KNN. and the intense concentration. fuiyoh. that's it. i need some realignment. but that's just an excuse. i will go see johnny when i'm in penang. that's called branching out. nyahaha.



everyone's joining friendster. i only have 12 friends in there. i am friendless. i just cut my toenails. today someone asked me what i was going to do for christmas. i said i'd be in penang. i was supposed to hide behind the mango tree. it sucks being denise. i want to change my name. my new name will be... fred. it's simple, it's easy to remember, and best of all, it's easy to pronounce. that's also the name of our gym instructor in school. but i don't go to they gym. it's too dirty with all the sweaty equipment. and the smu boys aren't worth ogling at.



omg i was browsing through my old photos and wahpiang i stumbled upon this picture of me with an airbrushed spider on my shoulder. someone knock my head seventeen times on the floor.

maybe twenty-two... hundred... billion times since i thought i was the coolest shite in town, swaggering around with the fake spider "crawling" up my left shoulder. wahlau eh. *cringe*



that's one reason why i've changed my name to fred.

damn. damn. double damn. i knew i should've taken my camera with me. now all i can do i walk wistfully around far east every day. which might induce suspicion. especially since i have this intense, psycho look on my face when i'm stalking.



did i say stalking?



i meant observing.

i made a new friend today.



his name is jerry.



his namesake is gorgeous.



to me, la.



but you all know how weird my taste in guys is.



jerry's best friend is mei ling's belly.



the end.