to mr cartoon character,
for hurting my best girlfriend, u deserve:
a) slow agonising PAINFUL torture inflicted upon your loins.
b) fire up your arse.
c) itchy witchy rashes on your palms, between your fingers, all across your toes, soles of ur feet.
d) Body Odour that will stink up a mall. (even smelly-no-more can't help.)
e) to go bald. ok abit of hair on the edges of ur head.
f) piles. ha!
g) dandruff so bad, it seems like u have white flaky hair. wait, ure supposed to be balding! ok dandruff on your bare scalp!
h) u can't laugh, u snort.
i) losing your tastebuds.
j) stuttering. hi-i-i, mmah-maaah na-me-ee iz-z ca-r-tooo-oon char-rrr-ac-terrr.
k) your eyeballs to be gorged out and smeared with sambal belachan!
HA! i shall not get carried away although i pretty much am. my friend says when u pinch yourself hard enough, there wont be bad karma for all the curses above. -pinches myself hard-
no offense to the people who are suffering from the above afflictions.
u see, u do this shit.
i have to clean up the bloody mess.
not that i dont want to.
if u made her happy!!
i wouldn't have to!
u watch that back of yours.
-waves fist-
| 03:30 Sunday, February 27, 2005
so i finally uploaded the pictures!!
some are big and some are small. heh.
all stolen from charmimi and fennie boo.
so just click here and here!
| 02:00
where were we?
| 01:57
before charmimi left!
| 01:56
i'm missing the both of u!
| 01:55 Thursday, February 24, 2005
aunty lynnette is so nice.
unlike her son.
heh.
i really want tim burton's the melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories.
the paperback one costs about 20buckeroos.
timmyjimmy?
puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeSe.
pretttty please?
| 03:15 Tuesday, February 22, 2005
the monotony and "routine-ness" of it all.
the initial wonderment when it begins.
then it stales.
into a somewhat bland state.
relationships.
after, it goes in 2 directions.
either rotting right to its expiry date.
or, stays bland, occasionally reliving some of its highs but never always.
seldom, having any sort of sensible direction.
miss M: woman, i don't think we date at this age to get MARRIED.
me: yeah i know but there has to be at least some sense of direction.
miss M : what direction? there's only 2 directions what. byebye or continue.
me: there has to be MORE ok. it has to be deeper. i mean u cant meet someone every other day and slip into this "hibabe-kisskiss-ilu-cuddle-itslate-nights-bye" every single time right!
miss M : yes u can. its called "enjoying-that-person's-companionship-without-thinking-too-much-like-u" syndrome.
me: ok lar, u win.i do think too much for my own bloody good.
i confuse myself.
yeah there has to be some sort of direction.
then it struck me, but what sort?
why are so many of my friends in relationships for?
ok, for love.like.security.fun.
then what comes after that?
at our age, its not marriage...
miss M: woman. everyone knows we have to kiss a few frogs to find our prince. so faster go kiss n be wiser in all matters of relationships. then when our prince comes, we're that perfect princess. because we've been there, done that, bounced back, straightened out. understand?
me: you sure talk alot of bullshit. haha.
miss M: don't u think i make alot of sense sophia? thats what our directions should be ok? to kiss more frogs until prince charming appears. so stop thinking.
just so u know, i don't agree.
in a certain way, her logic does make sense.
ah well.
i do think too much but the montony of it all bores me.
and YOU, should be glad its not the monogamy of it all that bores me ok.
heheh.
| 03:00 Friday, February 18, 2005
L E T T I N G G O
hello u-know-who-u-are,
a peace offering.
| 15:49 Wednesday, February 16, 2005
today........
a piece of glass cut the little pinkie on my right hand.
farken deep ok.
and without my pinkie i realised.
i couldnt do these things properly:
1. type
2. shampoo my hair
3. shave my legs.
4. wash my face.
5. do the dishes.
6. read (i use my eyes to read, but its hard flipping the pages.)
7. TYPE. (im in agony TYPING this post. but i wanna do it anway.)
8. pack my bed. yes its hard.
i now understand the importance of my pinkie finger.
lately, ive been horridly accident-prone.
within these past few days.
- i tumbled down a short flight of stairs. (in the middle of town.) the most embarrassing moment of my short insignificant life thus far.
- jabbed my toes into something countless of times. (pain ok)
- cut myself while shaving my legs. i really need that epilator.
- fell off my bed while sleeping. i havent done that in YEARS. YEARS mind you.
it hasnt been too good lately.
perhaps i need to change the fengshui of my room or something.
HEH. such nonsense.
i havent been blogging much about wonderful things that happened in my life.
ah well.
soon perhaps.
something good might come my way.
| 19:09 Tuesday, February 15, 2005
i wish i could be one of those immaculately groomed girls u always see walking down town.
with their manicures and pedicures, not a single chip anywhere.
their hair although seemingly "messy", doesn't move a strand outta place.
their clothes, always colour-coordinated. belts, necklaces/chains/accessories, sneakers/slippers/pumps/sandals, totes/shoulderbags/clutches, watches.
their makeup, never smudged, never overdone.
and no fats, their tummies toned, zero love-handles.
primping perfection.
i wish i could achieve that.
yes we should not covet our neighbours "goods".
but its hard not to.
in this materialistic world of ours.
| 23:38
i wish i could pour all my thoughts out.
but its definitely not possible and we all know it.
there's always this small little secret/hope/thought that i have. (i think u should have one too, i guess?)
it isn't meant to be shared.
it isn't even meant to be spoken about.
its just you, yourself and that little secret.
u think about it from time to time.
and ask yourself: would it come with regrets? why am i even having such thoughts?!
u ponder, wonder, smile, frown.
all about that one small thought.
perhaps perhaps perhaps...
its all about the "perhaps".
i think i need that kitkat now.
sorry about the demands.
:(
justlikethepweekypiewentrwoundthetwee.
:)
| 01:59 Friday, February 11, 2005
yesterday, was indeed an unpleasant day. CHU ER. 2nd day of the lunar new yr.
why?
1. i stepped on dog poo. and upon sniffing it, checked and accidentaly brushed hand across POO!!
2. lost my house keys. wherethefuckingflydiditflyto?!
3.dropped my handphone into a freaken pail of water! WATER!!!!!!! my entire hp was soaked. the screeeeen filled with water trickling out slowlyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
can u sense my immense irritation at the world?
ARRRRRRRRRRH, talk about a series of unfortunate events. n btw, i do wanna watch that show too.
the only saving grace is perhaps the angpaos collected.
and maybe yesterday, i shouldve picked out 4 numbers. who knows!! i might actually win.
a turn of good luck.
bah.
mister.6floorman.lets.go.down.and.puff.ourselves.into.oblivion.
| 17:08 Wednesday, February 09, 2005
u brought me up to the highest of heavens.
and yet, it all came crashing down with that mere flick of your finger.
do not ABUSE your power.
u pick me up.
after u let me fall.
there are PREVENTIONS.
u hold me close enough.
but not tight enough.
there is still much ROOM.
my YOUniverse.
my YOUphoria.
for YOU should know that:
with great power, comes great responsibility.
| 02:16 Thursday, February 03, 2005
today i had alot of random thoughts running through my head.
like why is orchard referred to as town?
if singapore is a city(very developed) , we go to town (less developed?) to shop.
doesn't make sense does it.
so i checked the dictionary:
town -- A population centre that is larger than a village but smaller than the city.
-- An area that is more densely populated or developed than the surrounding area: going
into town to shop.
well, it does make sense now doesn't it?
and i realised that i always have a preconceived notion of everything.
if my friend says: oh i work in an office.
immediately, in my mind's eye, i see an office. the kind of office with partitions and computers sitting neatly on desks with nice swivel chairs.
but sometimes, real offices don't look like that.
when u describe a friend your other friend hasnt seen before.
u say: ah she's kinda like lian-cious.
then u imagine a girl with long rebonded blond/red hair, speaking mandarin, extremely fair-skinned.
ok, yes its discriminatory (maybe this is too strong a word).
but whatever. my mind is always riddled with preconcieved notions n sometimes it is even perceived as truth. but many a time, reality paints a different picture.
and why is it.
everytime someone asks for tissues.
they look at the girl first.
like, are girls expected to bring packets of tissue paper everywhere we go?
maybe its just a gender thing.
or maybe i should just stop fretting about my random thoughts n study for the upcoming mock exams.
ah well..... -sigh-
| 19:26
