the setting sun

i love my life, not.

overall it gets an A grade but then when you break it down to its sub headings it isnt all that fantastic already. and it'd be a lie if i say i dont give a damn.

because i freaking do. at least on the inside. its something not even any amount of FRIENDS or LIVING WITH FRAN can appease.

and since i dont find the thrill in cutting, scarification or any of its likes, i dont need this kind of nonsense to upset my life. somehow its like satan's temptation, to make me like one of those loser nobodies (spare the pun).

i want God's strength.

anyway today's st anne's feast day.

somehow i feel the previous years' one was better. haha. change is the only constant (i think thats what one small big bully told me). and it doesnt stop till the world caves in, thats what i feel.

i ate like a hungry tart today. even the king-of-all-you-can-eat brother threw in the towel. hahaha. i feel so accomplished. like a dinosaur.

i am going to fight the world! soon..

doesnt matter actually.

my living quarters is becoming atrocious. people die in floods, and droughts. i'm gonna suffer like them.

initially my front porch got flooded. koda didnt have a good place to sleep at night. so to stop the flooding, my parents turn off the mains. so now its water rationing. i hate water rationing.

now even after i pee/shit also must think twice if i wanna flush. wanna bathe also must think if later got enough water. wanna eat also must think of lucrative methods to consume the food without the need of washing plates.

life is so tough.

okay so anyway i'm feeling sick.

bye.

(oh and dinnie be strong. i'll pray for strength for you.)

the "ahem"phenomenon.

i realise just recently that i am currently developing a shorter fuse. thats really not nice and i hope to change that real quick. tolerance is a virtue, something about 3quarts of the world don't possess.

tsk. its time i dare to be different.

anyway, all my midyr results are back with me. i did badly ; yay!. actually it was pun intended.

somehow i feel that there's more to life than the current happenings. but then if thats the case i'm not on task at all. sheesh. allan wu said "life is short so if we feel like making a difference, why not start now?". i think thats very noble of him. i'm gonna take his advice.

i'm gonna go sleep now.

see ya later, alligator.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

wah i think s'pore idol judges cannot make it.

my school has wayyy better singers than those in singapore idol. take rahimah, aka constipated act cute bloody rocker poseur for example. eee lah please. only ken is the sensible judge left.

yucks man. its called disgust.

anyway today was fun. pirates was good. school performance was also funny.

but actual class starts tmr.

everyone should relax though. i think the world is too uptight.

buckle down and come around.

hello people i just turned 18. hahahahahahahahhaha.

so now i'm one step closer to auntie-hood. dammit. anyhow i wished time would just stop again. its too fast for me. i'm too old and slow to catch up.

is it true that as one age, life becomes less interesting? i dont wanna be like that, ever.

i wanna be a nun actually.

tmr is srjc-ians day. haha. so pathetic. my class is having macs deliver breakfast to us. shiokness right.

oh anyway lt5 in srjc is the hippest, trendiest wet fish market in town! that time when i walked in during phys lect, i could have sworn that i saw a fishmonger slipped out through the back door. our air-con is not working and so the school have installed some cooler system (which seriously serves no purpose) in hopes that it might improve the condition.

and to their dismay, i'm sad to say that it just promotes the fishy smell in the area. pregnant women should seriously avoid srjc's lt5. the baby will become demented. every inch of the theatre is humid and hot and smelly and disgusting. there is water on the floor! urine also i think (or maybe its just the ammonia/ammonium released from the air con). whatever the case, it makes everyone sick to their stomach.

they think we're plants you know. the only fresh component in lt5's air is carbon dioxide. i think even if they have an air purifier in there, the whole system will just choke itself to death.

hence, this proves that the road to alvls is indeed damn tough (as quoted by ming).

i cant take in another whisk of the fish incorporated smell anymore.

i give up!

hello!

worldcup is over. france headbutted their way out of the game against italy which was led by zizou's infamous header! hahaha. so funny.

i didnt watch it live. very very tragic. but still the encore broadcast was as good. at least i was spared off the 7th min heartattack when italy was trailing.

i think my health loves games. first it played "sudden high fever" and now its "now you feel it now you dont - stomachaches". very interesting.

again, i'm here to report about the new chinese vcd serial i've bought. damn nice. haha. i can watch it non stop if the situation permits itself. its "green forest, my home". wah wahwah!

and aiya, i'm plagued with alot of different issues. so irritating and mostly redundant. my life didnt need//call//welcome them but somehow, they received a self-invitation.

srjc is the next hot thing. they have the srjc idol thingy thing today. td6 +1 +1 went to watch. (go figure).

it was good. and funny. sometimes even hilariously hair-standing. cannot stand sia. so thick skin. some contestants should accept reality willingly. they should know that if they are in srjc and they have a voice which croaks like a fatfrog and happen to also look like a baboon's butt, complacency should never sink in. they're songs would never reach the radio stations like paris' stars are blind.

some even thought that it was their own show can.

what losers.

i'm sleepy.

bam!

i've got the worst headaches in the world!!!

and it makes me feel that i'm floating and everything.

shit.

xxx

i've long forgotten how morning headaches felt like. the kind you know which strikes when you've slept longer than you're supposed to. today i had the lucky break.

lastnight, i watched how the ref somehow gave henry's award-winning stumble in the penalty box a penalty, watched how zidane took the penalty, watched how ricardo almost came close to saving that penalty and finally, watched how portugal lost to france, via a penalty.

dumbass.

after that game, i slept and woke up only after 12. this length of sleep used to be a norm to my body clock until school started. hence, the punishment of the headache.

it makes me all woozy and seriously, i cant think or see or read properly.

somehow i'm starting to suspect if i have low-blood pressure.

medical health issues a side, tomorrow is a friday! hahaha. that's very festive for me because the mum is taking me out shopping. (and as i'm typing this the insides of my body are already doing twenty backflips in excitement). going out with the mother means alot of good stuff, and if i'm lucky, she might have already plan some secret women getaway with her secret women society and is just using shopping as an excuse to take me with her to some secret location for relaxation and pure enjoyment.

hey, everyone needs a little fantasy to spice up their life what.

the midyrs have officially ended! haha. its not a very happening occasion because this end marks a significant beginning of another journey; the big As. telling these jc scholars to take a break would be the equivalent of asking crouch to stop being so stupid at the penaltybox area.

ugh. my head is seriously heavy man. its like i've self concocted a hungover without the assistance of alcohol. sheer brilliance.

try that.

the frog

i hate pimples. they are infesting my face like its the latest must-infest. hahaha.

i think its retribution. so how?

i guess i just hafta live with it from now.

yah yah yah, hello pok-face.

=/

okay. the other day there was speculation regarding the intensity of being knocked down by a motorbike, whether or not it'll make the person who got hit fly or sth as stunning as that. we predicted that the victim will arrive safely in the calm waters of the drain outside rivervale condo, amongst the company of luohans and likes.

then whatabout cars? and buses? you know the drill, the person eventually migrates.

it was damn funny lah. imagine laughing your butts off in the middle of 1am in the early morning while crossing the road. ohwell, i bet y'all cant understand the gist of the whole story. its more of an exclusive, informational thing.

only the people with the imagination and the sense of humour can get it. haha.

stop complaining ! you know you aint that brilliant.

anyway, i'm exhausted from all the waking up early in the morning. its like i go to school to flunk math. hahaha. people who cant do math are really dumb.

yes i'm the circus elephant. literally.

i still cant stand the pimples. they look prettier than my ugly friend's butt.

damn!

italy vs germany later! it'll be wrong to ask germany to go home cos they are already in where they belong.

ohwell, klose and podolski will mis-aim three million times tonight. ballack told me so.

vote for italy. bye.

status quo

something doesnt feel right, but i just cant quite put a finger to it. ah well.

the more i watch disney channel, the more i dont want to stay in singapore. i keep telling myself that its for my education and the family but then it just doesnt make up for the distaste. no i dont dislike singapore, i just need a change.

i have about 50 yrs about my life left in the world (thats if i'm lucky, or unlucky), and i wouldnt want to waste any single minute of it doing the things that i dont feel comfortable doing. leading a routined life is boring and it gets so periodical to the extent that nowadays living through the next day for me doesnt require the usage of any thinking skill anymore. this is how people get retarded. the sluggish works of the brain and its cons.

i wouldnt want to be a likely victim. i doubt even mahjong can work its wonderbrain miracles then.

and, i'm starting to find joy in puzzle-fixing again! haha, the glee! i've got tons of them lying around my house still in its original box and wrapping even.

anyway, the june holidays made me realised how fun it is to stay at home. somehow or rather, i feel that the old, good feeling is coming back. and in that sense, i'm blessed.

okay cut that. i'm gonna talk about reality now.

BRAZIL IS OUT OF THE WORLDCUP! damn.

to think i thought that spain's exit is the worst setback of germany 06. now i know how round the football can get sia. like ee france, the old hillbillys. so underdog can. haha.

but this is the last of zizou (i hope). after 2006, it'll be all about spain, brazil and portugal! hoho. and okay france 4th.

aiya sian, i still feel as restless as i was before.

i'm going to find walt's predecessor now, bye!

green bubble chair

i am the official solitaire queen! hahaha. no seriously, try and beat me!

anyway did anyone watch the argentina vs germany match? its bullshit.

the referee i believed isnt man enough to referee the match at all. being surrounded by a few thousand german fans inside a german stadium and having the authority to call the shots in a germany vs -fillintheblanks- soccer match does seriously have its pressure and cons. and so the ref did the most coward thing (in my opinion), he became freaking lousy.

whats all the talk about being impartial? and what fifa fair play! the ref himself also one blindbat dinosaur. what the hell man.

i watch the match until my heart wanna drop.

the argentina coach also one of a kind. why take riquelme out! and whats wrong with the argentina gk sia! his weakness deprived messi a spot! damn.

i guess soccer is just too rough for these boys.

its time the girls took charge..