in my own house when I grow up,I'm gna make dishwashing a
dancing/singing activity,with speakers andstuff.
oh and in the holidays I'm gna redo my blog,and maybe for everyone to see,cos what's there
to hide right.

wicker park is damn awesome.I know I tend to overuse
the word awesome ,but it is. the last part of the movie was damn good,were Josh harnett just stands behind Diane Kruger,crying cos it's been that long and arduous. awesome movie.

the past four days have been AMAZONG,man, feels like its been a year.
ive taken an awesome break since prelim till today, and i dont feel like gg back to sch. awesome!

when people call Rooney a diver,and online forums are
slamming,I do sth. there's an option to like/dislike the comments.I 'dislike' all the Rooney haters agst all those who 'like' those evil comments about Rooney.it's my way of upholding justice for a friend.

remember whenever you take a plane,it circles the runway for awhile? now imagine it never takes off.
that's exactly what my grades are like,Miss Teo's right I stagnated.how the hell
do you effin stagnate?! I keep telling myself that i can do much better for the next test cos ive already finally
figured out the trick.but screw it the papers just keep giving me a beating,blow after
blow afterblow after blow.
frick now my dreams are taking a beating too and it seems like a miracle for this plane to fly.time is running out and it's painfully
scary someone help. I don't even know if it's in me at all,if that's the case then what the frick I gotta get out.

i wasted tonight!):


closer,but never close enough.closest now seems the furthest. closer never seemed further.

imma maximize my time!!!wooohoo!

okay,tell you what,let's really rewind 7 years, I promise you I'll do it,I won't back out,I will recognise,promise. maybe then we'll have given it a try and maybe now I won't be lying here alone. maybe I wouldn't have spent my past 7 years that way.who says it's too long to try,i believe in the impossible,srsly.so,7 years,shall we? I'll go to sleep believing this,really.whatever it takes right?

Beautiful Lord, Wonderful Saviour
I know for sure, all of my days are held in your hands, crafted
into your perfect plan
You gently call me into your presence guiding me by Your Holy Spirit
Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life through Your eyes
I'm captured by Your holy calling
Set me apart, I know you're drawing me to yourself
Lead me Lord I pray

Take me, Mould me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the Potter's hand

let this be my life's dedication unto you Lord.

I'll be the black to your iphone's white
I'll be the memory for your gigabyte

like pac-man oh it'll be so fun
smooth as mac os we'll run.


one for the computer geeks!

goodevening, here's reasons why you shouldnt not prepare for exams.lit is in ten hours.
now i feel: like the hair on my head dont belong
my nails can shoot off by themselves
my specs dont feel right
im breatheless walking to the bathroom
the pillow's uncomfortable
its damn hot despite the air-con
the conflicting interests within me of giving up and trying to study something are tearing me physically apart


no i dont have swine flu,lah.

shit la I think I left my lip
balm in hwa chong!

reality is like a gangster.it uses weapons you're afraid of,corners you when you're alone,and shoves those weapons in your face.from then on, you're left reeling from that 'gangster's confrontation',and you never wanna see it again,steering clear and running away,as far as possible from it. so quick run,before reality hits you again!

nestle

when i shower, i sing. i sing at the top of my lungs at times, i sing and dance. you see, in the toilet, no one can see dance about, nor do people outside my house see me, but they hear me. i heard there's this girl living behind my house, maybe pretty. but as for now, all she'll know about me is that i sing like a loon.

Maybe we're all less than who we think we are. i use the term 'we' because i refuse to believe that i'm in this alone, i'm not isolated. maybe sometimes, we overrate ourselves, and when you're sitting home, alone on a late monday night, you realise. you realise that at the very end of the day, you're all alone,physically. regardless of the crowds, the friends, the people who grace your day, you cant help but see you're kinda alone. God is there, no doubt, but when your mind stubbornly refuses to see beyond the physical, there you are. alone. we overrate the friendships we have, maybe sometimes mixing them up with fantasy, hence the bubble we put ourselves in.

i might be incoherent, but nvm.
i see no need to apologise, 'cos in truth, this is where i come to when i dont feel happy.


ns checkup was okay. im colour deficient, not blind.

the most awesome thriller franchise.























FINAL DESTINATION



4.



in 3D



august!

I think it's time to stop trying to figure out everyone and their lives,
cos it's unfair to them,and really,why don't we take others for them being them,not the them we have preconceived notions of. it makes us judge them,and it's really quite unfair to think of it. I'm sure I'm not the only one who does this.

scrubs is so damn good. i gotta admit, its influenced my ideals and stuff, but its so damn awesome, so real, so painful. yet, its the show that i actually feel for, know what i mean? i can feel it. friends i love it, but scrubs, man, i feel it. i feel.it.

I dare not look you in the eye,for more than a moment.For I fear the surges of energy and electricity rushing in between will be too much for our senses,giving free reign to our uncontrollable impulses.our walls of good judgement and sanity will come tumbling. I fear the dance of fools,for like that shall we dance and bask in what others call love,in our folly.what they call love we call it the inevitable.for that, I fear.