Friday, March 12, 2010



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Tuesday, March 09, 2010

To The Love Of My Life

you know i love u:

- not just because we were molded from the same deformed genes

- not just because you're better than any doctor in the universe

- not just because you'd bag on the streets just so i can own a pair of nice shoes or bimbo bag

- not just because you'll buy me pei pa gou when i tell you i'm about to cough (prolly cos you know coughing makes me look like tortoy)

- not just because you laugh at almost all my jokes despite the fact that almost all are rotten and you're just plain layaning

- not just because you never fail to surprise me on my special days and never disown me for failing everytime yours approach

- not just because you're the reason i'm single

but the main reasonS why...

we are the same...sumhow.

even trying to fix the teeth just so we match.
urs is much brighter neways cis.



oh sorry this is not u.

this is u.


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Monday, March 08, 2010

what's the topic?

before i forget...
have u ever squeezed a tube of toothpaste so dry, u'd prolly have to step, compress and slide in order to push the last blop outta the friggin small hole?

and when you finally, FINALLY get the whole brush topped with the frosty white minty paste, u hold it up, bring it near ur mouth and...*splat* fucking falls off the toothbrush.

cibai. damn sien. have to squeeze all over again. tiring wan ok.

i was so close to scraping it off the ground. but the brutal annihilation of a cockroach happened just the day before on the same spot, i shall wait until the soul of the creature rests in peace.

ok damn this is random. i'm waiting for my hair to dry and a conversation with the nat triggered this post.

and just in case u were wondering, NO i dun msn in the office. i mail when i'm free. i have the freedom to i just dun have the time. plus, my attention span is shorter den a . therefore anything more interesting den the pile of junk before me on my working table will drift me right off to heaven.

plus plus, it's not fun anymore working late in the office. ok i'm saying anymore cos, i at least had fun ppl back in proxi. a few months back i had an interesting figure to talk to in the cubicle*silence*...*gulps*

ANYHOOOS, nat and i were toking about how time just flew by us. like...*snap*.

we were just randomly talking about how the parents are growing older daily. and it scares us that things are just pretty unpredictable at times. i shudder at the thought of it.

hence being the one that's full of utter crap, i started telling nat how i'm currently having insomnia, losing sleep over the weekend, flashes of rubbish zap paste my mind when my eyes are closed and miraculously forgetting everything when they're opened.

but i know...everytime i start imagining awful things happening to my family, i know. it's the time.

it's the PMS time.

now now dun u gimme that nod like i'm agreeing that pms just dampens the life of a woman. girl. shikes i can't bring to call myself a woman so fuck it i'm a girl hmph.

or at least i like having pms-es.

i can cry for no apparent reason. marley and me was on tv just last nite. i nvr cried. prolly cos i already knew that all dogs go to heaven. i switched the channel, saw a random video clip of Mr. and bawled buckets. i call it pms. (prolly cos they were rocking at the concert and i'm only rocking in my dreams...le sigh...deprived sial next concert bag for money oso must go)

i toss and turn in bed. stare at the dangling christmas bells hung on the nettings for 2...3...4...hours until the alarm rings. i call it pms. it usually takes me...5 mins before i doze off.

i swear about a random bitch and that makes me happy. i call it pms.

i blast muse, within temptations, evanescance, avenged sevenfold, the wildthings, coldplay, lily allen after office hours cos it's too quiet and it makes me smile despite the fact that i'd have to stay in that little room until god knows when. i call it pms.

i think helena bonham carter is hot and tim burton rox. i call it pms.

if i were a musician, my songs wud all be inspired by my pms.

there see...anything weird...just call it pms.
how convenient.
don't you love it.

fuck tomorrow gotta leave darn early before i get mocked again.
hair dry - tick
evening primrose - tick
heavy eyelids - tick

i hope i can sleep tonite.
or shud i turn to my cough syrup?

just another pms-y thought.

i call that pms too.

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Friday, March 05, 2010

Coca-Cola Zero Mr. Everyone Concert


So agitated can cry.

Blasting their songs repeatedly does not help.

Alice in Wonderland 3D will feature their songs cause when I'm watching the movie tonight I'd be imagining how the concert is going.


*smashes guitar*

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

What's torture?

Torture's when you:

1) Can't talk properly

2) Can't LOL

3) Can't breathe in properly (out is obstructed as well)

4) Throat's sore (not soarthroat)


5) All of a sudden, cough mixture seems yummy...


the last time I coughed this bad, was back in...


when i looked like a tortoise. which means...

here here:

there. pls tell me u recognize me. i think the parents or the sis did the flower ploy to divert people's attention from my face. cos i is looks lke kura kura.

anyway, yeah. that was when i coughed so hard my eyes were bigger than my face.
good thing is...i was thin.


all of a sudden coughing doesn't seem so bad anymore. hmm...

furthermore, the cough syrup kinda tastes good. no spoonful sugar needed. XD

ok a few days left before we wrap up the lunar new year...

everybody win more.


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Thursday, February 11, 2010

You Know It's CNY When

you have an infinite amount of nga goo beng *courtesy of Tan King Hao...or rather...his legacy cos he's no longer with the company* to munch on when you've got nothing else to eat.

DESPITE, having severely mutilated gums...(from a Bak Kut Teh overdose).

so much for losing 2kgs before CNY.


geeez back to work you freak!

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Sunday, February 07, 2010

A Little Too Much

Ok I know I've said it countless times.


But me being me, I'd probably come up with a whole new excuse to counter all I've said the day before. Especially when it comes to my hair.

So there...I did it again.

I chopped it.
A little too much, I woke up this morning and thought I was part of the shooting of Police Academy. O.o

Anyhoos, I like it.
And bad can it go when I could once actually decide to go for a style like this...

If you even call that style.

It was a lawn-mowing-gone-bad-experience.

And probably only Einstein can work the equation out.

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