1."OH MY GOD!! She's like so fugly!"
2."Seriously man.. What was she even thinking?!"
3. The infamous "YOU SUCK!"

Sounds familiar enough?

I'll leave you with this.

A special friend: I'll tell him, "what??? you mean it even comes in such small sizes?!". Peace!

Hon, I love you all the same. We're webbed for life.

If I could only sleep the rest of the year away, things would be so much better. Perhaps suffering from amnesia due to a severe concussion would just be the perfect thing.
It's about time I started planning. About everything. Realised I haven't done any shit research. Those booklets from IDP are not counted.
Talking about practicality now.

*So fuckin thrilled to the core

I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
You bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?

Doesn't hurt to feel triggerhappy once in a while right? I mean, it's not gonna last till dooms day for sure. So just let me immerse myself in this delirious mood. x)

Okay folks. Been telling myself to stop worrying about the results UNTIL the time comes, which I told myself, would be about one week before the actual day. Which is erm.. about today?
But I have a confession to make. It has been on my mind every now and then.
Simply have no idea how can some people be so calm and cool about the whole thing. And people, doesn't refer to those in the Top 5. Or even Top 10. People=us; The mediocre-brained/lame-brained/no-brained.
(PS: no hard feelings if you've worn the fugly blue uniform before and don't consider yourself as one of those mentioned above.)
Might be suffering from yet another case of ultra paranoia. Been pushing back all my plans cos of the fear of screwed up grades.
Not sure if you guys heard about the Rockafellaskank concert that's gonna be held in the *gasp* PAC on the 11th of March. Yup. I told my friend to reserve a coupla tix cos I'm not willing to donate $8 to the fucked up school if I eventually sink into depression and not turn up. Basically, am very unwilling to part with even a few cents when it comes to cjc. So why am I even thinking of going for the concert, you might ask. Well, simply because we all paid so much for the donation drive(contributions are going to the building of the PAC. Or so the big guy claims..), I think we should all go take a look at what shit they've come up with. With so much drama that went on, like contractors going bankrupt and a whole lot of hear say from teachers.. doesn't it even make you guys curious to go see? No? Fine.
So besides that lil concert, there are a few other things that have been postponed.
My point is, I still don't understand how can people talk like they're gonna score like ABC or thereabout. Unless... Ah.. fuck you people la. Confident? Okay lor
I know. No point worrying now.. The exam has been sat for. Scripts are marked. If you had studied harder, you won't be fearing now. The cliche. How original. Can you suckers come up with something that doesn't make my eyes roll?! Have you guys even heard of the existence of exambadluck?
If you still dunno, I think I'm quite the epitome of that.

I think the witty kinda funniness runs in the blood. No. I'm not talking about your average talk cock sing song kinda funny. After reading this particular individual's blog, I realised that none of my friends are actually funny anymore. Sad to say, *siao and biatch, who used to top my list of Miss Funny, aren't tops anymore. I'm gonna be a selfish prick and not share the url. Hahahahaha.
But I'll be nice to share one example. x)

My ancestor was a chinese court official in dunno which dynasty and the emperor, being a cocky new age arty farty ruler, decided to give him 2 surnames. As such, I am the 17th Generation of the *beep* clan. My granddad spent 10 years creating a Big Red Book documenting our roots and origins and stuff and what to name your kids. My dad says that when I become a grand dad, I should carry on and make another big red book. Yah yah... I'll make love nonstop to my wife until I die. Then my own nuclear family alone can form one big red book by itself. Mr Lee would be proud of me too.
To protect the identity of the person, I've decided to censor his surname.

And it's official now. Just awaiting the arrival of impending doom. Oh yay!!!

e*an -sneaky business- says:
dun condemn me please
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
i nv condemn u wat
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
ure really one crazy bitch
e*an -sneaky business- says:
but you're going to. i can feel it. you're gonna make me sit at one corner and tie me to the wall
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
crazy
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
y wld i wanna do that for?
e*an -sneaky business- says:
becos......... will get back to u in 10 yrs
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
huh?
e*an -sneaky business- says:
huh huh huh.. u becoming like rara la.. so irritating!
e*an -sneaky business- says:
i'm gonna slap yr titties
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
slap loh
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
i'll only get high
<3sha>. n a s t y *milkshake says:
hahahaha

Hahahahaha!!! I think my bf has a really weird sense of humour
P.S: Mosie, no offence taken ok?? But I really couldn't find a better example. Muahahah

Fuck!!! Now I know how phillibilly feels..
This fuckin grasshopper flew into the room and landed on my hair. Totally freaked out but couldnt scream because its almost 1am. So anyway, I tried using a book to flick it away but figured that it probably has superglue on its legs cos it was grippin on tightly to my hair. Then, it fell to the back of my shirt. So I started hopping and jumping and twisting my body frantically to get that shit off me. THEN, the book somehow fell onto the floor and it made a din.
Double fuck.
Needed help asap so I was perpetually hopping and jumping down the stairs to seek for aid when I almost missed a step. Ran around the whole house and got fucked up by my dad who said that my behaviour was not ladylike and yadayadayada.. My sis finally got that shit thing off my shirt but it flew back into the house and landed on the lampshade which was next to me. !!!!!!!!!!!
You know what? I didn't bother to stay around for long and ran as fast as my untoned legs could carry me. Upstairs. Where I'm safe for the time being. Afterall, I'm back at the same spot where this whole shitass drama started.
Somehow, I think the grasshopper is seeking revenge. I must have murdered its relative unknowingly. So eerie and haunting..

Just when the motivation sets in for me to look forward to work today, they called and said I didnt have to go. Blinkin idiots I swear.
At this rate the people are buying cars, there would be a few possible outcomes.
a) I'll be sacked within a week.
b) Borneo Motors would lose damn alot of money.
c) The office would be too quiet without my bitching. According to chuan. (He hasn't heard the ultimate since my bitching has really toned down by quite a fair bit. Grace can vouch for that.)
d) All of the above.
What was I to do but walk around aimlessly in town for 6 hours whilst waiting for my boxers girl to knock off..
Shopping when feeling frustrated and having a super bad mood is bad. Firstly, you try so damn hard to cool off so that you are sure you aren't buying on impulse. Then, you get overly paranoid, like checking every inch of the top to find traces of stains. AND THEN, you end up splurging like fuck. And I really mean like fuck. My spending habits are becoming a cause for concern. But at least I can safely say that it's my OWN money(ang pows, bursuries, pay).
Somehow, I always feel bad askin my parents for money. Like there was this time, my dad just gave me $50 for no reason and I was like, "eh.. gimme so much for what? $10 will do.." Yeah. I know. Like wtf.
I miss my randomness. oh my sugarcoatedhoneydarling, where are you??
-I actually think hanging out with the Dynamic Trio *gag* minus the fat one isn't that bad. Those guys are actually fuckin funny.
-I think Em makes a very intriguing person to talk to whilst drinking coffee, or in this case, at PotBlack.
-Shopping alone isn't loserfied at all. Every girl should do that.
-Clara went on a genitalclothing frenzy today. x)
-Ran in the rain in heels. And survived.
-Still miss my bf a whole lot.

Woman, I'd really do anything to see you more often. I promise once that catty woman gives me the kick, we're off to scout for another job cos the current one sucks like fuck! I can't see myself doing this pressing-calculator-and-doing-it-twice-to-make-sure-i-don't-fuckup-the-amount for the rest of my life. The stress when double checkin is like doing A level math. But the latter is much worse cos of obvious reasons so I do it like 3 times. Hahaha. Anyway, even if you can't wear your comfy sneakers to work no more(when I can. hehe), and your colleagues are being such mofos and you have a shitface for a supervisor, you can always go toilet and gimme a call ok? Live up to the IJ legacy; stay cool and err.. slack I suppose. Those njc, tjc and sajc people are trained to work and slog like cows. Hellhole students aren't meant to be the same. We take it easy ok? iLu. Oh btw, I'm starting to think that our dear friend is kinda charming. Hahahahahaha. And pls. DO NOT TAG and put his name down. I trust that you and I have that special bond and thus you know who I am refering to.

Alright. Enough of that. Dreading tmr cos my class came up with this ingenious idea of visiting teachers to collect red packets. THANK GOD THAT THEY DROPPED THE IDEA OF VISITING CRAZY KHOO. Her house is like how dusty man.. But she can cook. That I gotta admit.
Till then..

Shit just gets worse and worse. Just hoping that my bad luck streak would change for the better when March draws nearer, but looking at past records, I say it wouldn't.
For starters,
-I lost my goodiest friend. Not literally but it feels like it.
-I just tried on cj's uniform for fun and I was in for a shock. Yup.. I couldn't buckle up the skirt. OH YES!!!
-Stared hard at my own reflection and realised my torso is morphing into someone whom we used to tease damn alot. Fuck karma when it comes to this please. I HATE YOU! I'm a mess of a mass/ mass of a mess. x(
-Feel like an epidemic/outcast and everyone's trying to avoid me.
-Can't help but wonder if my intuition is actually factual.

That's not all of course.
People have been wondering why my face is perpetually expressionless when I'm in the office. And what do I say? "Oh no la.. I'm just tired." Same old lousy excuse I've been using ever since forever.

colleague: how come you look so pissed?
me: huh?? where got.. i'm just tired. *strains a smile*

I think its better if I shut up and listen more. I get less retribution for all the bitching I've done(I'm sure to be sent straight down to hell once my time is up), you never know who to trust in the office, and basically, I don't even feel like talking anymore.
Just so fed-up with this mundane, routined and aimless life I'm leading now.

*We never grow up. We just learn how to act in public.

Wah.. fuck shit man. I've been logged outta msn cos "you are using an old version of msn." And the only way I can upgrade, is to log in as the administrator. Who's non other than the mofo-you-can-kiss-my-dog's-ass, future brother in law. MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!
I've been deprived of my rights, which was taken away cos of my lack of self discipline during the exam period. BUT promised to be returned once the fuckin goddamn A's are over. SEE THE SITUATION NOW?
People, if there's one advice you should heed, that is NEVER EVER name your son Terence. It's a curse cos they all turn out to be either stalkers, fuckin bootlickers cum bastards, rude and disrespectful towards elders, have paedophilic instincts( rather mingle and make small talk with someone 17 yrs younger than to talk to adults ), support fuckin Man. U, doesn't have any plan to further his studies at 29 and gets motivated by the free food that abounds at my house.
I still have a truckload of things to comment on his ill behaviour and weird character but I'll just stop here for today.
Stupid fucker. I hope you burn in hell and perhaps, the devil would provide you with a backbone so you can stand on your own two feet and stop sponging off my parents and my sister. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'm sooo effing bored!!! This whole thing is getting worse every year I swear.
When I'm bored, I think of random things. I wanna watch Constantine. But not just with any tom dick or harry. Am selective when it comes to movie watching for some reason. Maybe thats why I still can't find people to watch with me. DAMN YOU TRICIA LOW!!! First was Shall We Dance, then we never got to watch Seed of Chucky. NOW??!! I might start to love you less now. Really.
Damn. I'm really bent on watching it!! Got a feeling I'll either be the last mofo watching it OR end up not watching it at all.
Its been some time since...... nvm

motherfuckincow. Now msn is screwing up on me. And I'm deeply affected by it. It's like I'm relying on that thing for life support. I can't imagine how I actually survived without it for 6 whole months.
Then there's another mofo who's screwing with my already disintegrating mind. Fuck you! The sad thing is, I'm certain that he doesn't know it. If you're doing a juggling act with my brain, I wish that you'll lose your momentum and drop it. At least the poor thing can rest in peace.
I'm not pmsing

To all the kickass IJ girls, do go and visit this website. Yeah.. I know the occasion's kinda near the day when we get back the dreaded results.

My second sis is acting like an excited little girl who's ohsoexcited about chinky new year.
She just came into the study room, parading in her new clothes and shoes. I'm already rolling my eyes. BUT.....
She bought a pair of uber pretty looking pointy heels that I thought I could share it with her.( our taste differs greatly and I believe I have a better dress sense )
This was what happened.
sis: check out the shoes i bought man!!
me: nice!!!
sis: ok la.. let you try. but pls pls pls pls pls don't enlarge it with your big fat toes.
me: *trying desperately to prove her wrong about the toes* shit. cannot wear la. *tries squeezing foot inside shoe again*.
When my foot was in the shoe, like finally, I thought I was doing a stepsister of cinderella.
I have really horrible feet.

Things just get weirder and weirder.

Anyway, I'm quite proud to say that today's shopping trip wasn't a failure. Normally, I kill my legs and go home empty handed.
I know the gorgeous girl I bumped into at topshop would be reading this, so.. HELLO!! x)
Lets see.. chinky new year = meeting annoying relatives who serve f&n orange that's no longer fizzy. It's been like that since forever. Gross or what.

me: *poke tricia's boobs outta boredom*
bf: eh!!! stop poking my padding can???
I thought that was quite retarded. Heh. Please do not be mistaken that I'm some psychotic hardcore lesbian because I'm clearly not one. When boredom sets in, I tend to do crazy things.

Unspeakable thoughts now rule my head.
The bane of my life has returned. Then again, I don't exactly think that foe has actually left. More like being in hiding mode.
The evil side of people and the portrayal of their true colours have left me dumbfounded. Absolutely speechless.

Does it really matter if I'm not my usual loud-mouth, hyperactive, bitchalot self? Grace thought I was dying. Heh. Afterall, I am going through a personality alteration! Perhaps the agonising gastric pains were actually blessings in disguise. It keeps me quiet and leaves people with a false impression of myself.
Who am I trying to kid man...
Something's definitely missing in my life right now. Can't quite put it in words though. Am seriously considering picking up the colourful markers and putting them to good use. Like drawing smileys on people's hand or lecture notes. x) Blue, red and pencil bores me. (the only colours I use at work) Then again, there's no more school for a few more months and if you seriously think about it, it'd be ridiculous to bring those childish bad habits to the next phase of getting that ohsoimportantpaper right? But I don't deny that I indulge in cheap thrill. Doodling nonsensical faces and cheesy words are my favourite!
As for now, I think I'll occupy myself with more personal writing while waiting for my hair to dry.

*Say you don't love me anymore