under kat's inspiration.. i've decided to come up with a story too! hey kat. you must read, k? tell me what you thing about it. i'll keep at it. this is chapter 1. or the prologue. get me a title!

every year, this day, i think of him. how we used to laugh together, play with my teddy bears, give each other suprise presents for no reason at all.

i remember how the kids love having him around the house. i remember how he fell in love with my bestfriend. i remember how he cried when it was over. i remember how he held my hand when i was cold. i remember how he hugged my tears again. i remember how he made me smile. i remember how he talked about his girl. i remember how he never really left me. i remember how..

i'm always just his pal.

today. is our day. the day we bought doppelganger. how he said he'd kiss me if i cry. all, written in our book -- doppelganger. i remember how said it's a he, and he said it's a she.

i remember. a lot.

after he found his girl. i didn't seem to matter anymore. i am just a pal, someone to pick him up when he are down, but he has his girl now, so i not needed anymore. it's all different now. he leads his life. i lead mine. the kids have forgotten him. but i still remember, him, james, as always.

as i flip through doppelganger, i think of him. i listen to the songs we loved and sang together, to each other. i wonder whether to call him. i saw his email. i dialed.

"hey, girl! what's up? any new guys on the hook?" he's on the beat, as always.

"what do you think?" of course. he must be thinking.

"of course! rich? handsome? witty?" sounding just like my mum. "like me?" then again. not.

"goodness, do you think my life is just about these guys who come and go?"

"haha.. ok, ok. but you're always out with some guy, the longest it lasts is 3 dates. when are you ever going to settle down?"

"and when will you stop asking me that?"

"soon. i hope. oh yah so you called to say? it's been quite a while, ain't it?"

"yea..."

and we talk about doppelganger and our old friends. then we talked about your girl. your life. you. and that bad habit of yours. and how i sound as happy as always, you say. but i guess you never knew i loved you. but i never say it, and he'll never know i mean it that way.

i'm just a pal.
like always.

goodness.. i think this sounds more like an ending.. nevermind then. girls hope you like it. guys. hope you learn something from it.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion.

Ooo.. i'm shivering all over..

just did my gym session.. and here i am letting everything go to waste.. chomping down a hot dog with the works.. but hey, at least i'm drinking carrot juice, ok?

well, gym on a weekday morning is great! there were only 2 gym instructors and a cute guy *winks* there when i went in. no mediacorp artiste.. no aunties.. no fat sweat man. cool. it's so empty.. and of course.. the power98 music rocks.. plays just the right kinda music for a work out..

*aww.. typing this sucks.. my arms are sore..*

oh well.. sadly.. i've become a horrible looking pig when i work out in the ugly size 44 TJ birdshit green mass pe shirt and with my hair tied up like i'm bald.. must have ruined my reputation.. no 'hi's, no smiles from the cute guy.. sharws.. nevermind.. so i shall concentrate on my work out. until this aunty came in at about 1215.. woah. she was totally in full suit gym wear.. i could say nice legs for an aunty.. (about my size.. maybe a bit slimmer..). but goodness. that's the kind of gym wear that i've tucked into the corner of my wardrobe.. willing myself to become slimmer so i could wear it again.. so imagine.. that aunty.. she has a tummy like all typical aunties do.. so yeah.. she looks like a dumpling.

and goodness sake.. she was on the treadmill for 30 minutes.. doing what? walking. i mean hello?! you can go shopping for 2 hours.. that would work better.. really. i was running like a maniac on the threadmill trying to finish 3km under 18 minutes (yes i know it's slow.. but it's just warm up k?).. which ended up as 2.6km in15min.. but that's not the point.. the point is.. the aunt didn't even finish 3 km in half an hour! goodness.. things aunties (tai tai-s) do.. maybe i should make a list of my observations.

1. they come to the gym with makeup.
2. they get a big locker for their small purse.
3. they walk on the treadmill.. willing not to sweat.
4. they take 5 seconds break after each pull, or push on the weights.
5. they are there to watch the makan sutra on the TV.
6. i don't know.. i was out of the gym by then.

funny. maybe i should start doing observations every gym session.. many funny people around.. and cute guys too *wink*.

*my arms are still sore* too bad my tummies not.. that's where all the fat is.. i'm gonna work it out later.. *looks for SHAPE magazine*

shit. i just saw this:
jus de carotte (the drink)
nutriention facts (per can serving)
calories.. 124kcals.

giuts.. i remember seeing that i've burnt 46kcals or cals on the bicycle screen.. (yes.. i CAN cycle.. only the ones in the gym though..) what about the hotdog?! i guess at least 800kcals..
giuts. i've really wasted that gym session then.. now i know what's the big fuss about calories.. easy to gain.. hard to lose..

whatever. nevermind. i'm not gonna count calories.. overwhelming numbers.
well it's 1430hr now.. i better get my beauty sleep and get to work soon.. study for the As..

*aww.. my arms are still dead..*


efficiency is intelligent laziness..

why doesn't hard work pay off?! i'm just pissed. very pissed. and before i start hurling vulgarities at no one.. i better be off.

hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all..

i was looking out if the window after bringing in the laundry.. and well.. i looked down and thought, "what would it be like to fall from here?" well.. for your infomation, i live on the 16th floor, the top floor of the flat. quite cool.. i thought. it would be closest thing to flying, but yah.. it's will also make me the closest thing to a squashed tomato. so everything just stopped at being just a thought.

well.. it's a breezy day today.. and maybe i shouldn't waste my time here. i should sleep my way through the afternoon just like yesterday. giuts.

may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

goodness. that tomodachi entry. is getting alot of publicity.. and people.. can i say it again? i'm not in love.. and i don't love anyone.. 'cos i haven't found anyone worthy.. and hell. i was refering to one of my long lost girl friends.. and you guys make me fell les.. saying all that..

yucks. goosebumps.

i am totally straight. ok? evidence: my indian boyfriend. haha.. right chocolate? don't believe me? you shouldn't. look:

well haha..chocolate don't get angry ok? haha.. well.. he's wanhui's husband too. but people.. i don't mind getting a chinese or english or american boyfriend. and for your information.. if you didn't know.. i'm not with that american guy anymore. yessh..

well i should go on about yesterday.. basketball girls gathering.. so funny.. you should have been there.. you get a good laughing exercise.. no need for that indian laughing club mr chan always talks about..

VJ pal: hello? (indian accent)
chocolate: hello?
VJ pal: hello? ershad (indian accent)
chocolate: who are you?
VJ pal: i'm sq an hui's friend.. i heard from them that you are very handsome(indian accent)
chocolate: silence
VJ pal: hello? ershad (indian accent)
chocolate: yes (half laughing) you are joanna right?
VJ pal: no! i'm not joanna! she's not as sexy as me. i'm marranta gabralahbrah.(whatever she said) (indian accent)
chocolate: laughing..
VJ pal: i love you! you wanna marry me? i've got a diamond ring here.. i'm waiting for you, know? i sing indian song to show my love for you.. (then she just any-oh-how gabrah gabrah..) (indian accent)

well.. the phone call lasted for almost 20 minutes? yap i think. and poor chocolate had to choose between the VJ pal, hui and me.. in the end.. he just concluded we were too bored.. well. not really.. the 4 girls were rolling not the floor laughing their guts out.. even our ms. librarian.. goodness.. and when i say we were rolling on the floor.. i really mean it! it's like when you laugh so hard you can't even sit on the chair..

whatever it was.. chocolate. being a nice guy didn't bitch a thing today in school, except laugh with us at the mention of it.. so chocolate. thanks for the lovely time.. "hello? (indian accent)" haha.. ok.. whatever. i think you can't feel the funny-ness of this.. but i'm just talking crap like always.

someday my prince will come. He just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions

i've changed the word size.. it's significantly bigger now.. and that's only b'cos my indian boyfriend mr. chocolate complained the words are not user-friendly.. so i decided to up the font. yap.

and of course we had a great thing with my boyfriend.. haha.. yesterday..
well logging off.. later

make the box small, so it's easier to think outta the box..

was just feeling all-so-sentimental.. so i wrote this little "story".. sheessh.. this is totally not me (the damn-shit screamer).. haha.. but hey! mister (or lady..) i'm priviledged to PMS.. so i can be mushy and goosebumpy once every month alright?! whatever it is... i'll get on with this feeling.. i'll just type as it goes..

as an author.. i should type this before hand..

this is a work of fiction. any resemblance to real events or people, living or dead, nice or nasty, is entirely coincidental.

hee.. kk.. i'll get on with it.

**tomodachi**

it was just a 3 cents cloth.. on which i used what was left of the farbic paint i have at home to draw your nick on it.. the cloth ain't good.. it tore a hole through when i used too much paint.. so in the end.. i made it look like a mess.. so that the hole wasn't too obivous.. haha.. well yeah.. and i thought maybe your girl was right.. you won't like this type of impractical stuff.. so i din dare to hand in to you personally.. i just threw it in the bag with the practical present. then when i saw you smile.. when you saw that cloth.. i didn't know whether it was real or just being polite.. i mean the smile.. i was just glad you din say anything bad.. and i was shocked when you said you like it.. that was the best memory i had of you. you on your 18th birthday.

i don't know what happened.. but all of a sudden.. we weren't that friendly anymore.. i don't know what happened.. i just know that.. we aren't really on friendly terms anymore.. it was sad.. for you were a friend i would treasure. but.. i don't know.. suddenly.. you glare at me.. you don't smile anymore.. maybe it wasn't sudden.. it was just that i didn't believe what i saw.. until it become reality when people around noticed and spoke of it.. sigh..

no matter what it is. i hope it's past.. and we're still friends.. i know what some "friends", i may call, of mine.. have accused me of doing things i have not done to you. but i don't wanna explain.. 'cos i trust that you trust me enough and know me well enough to know i won't do such things.. you know how i always apologise after making joke of you or whenever i see that smirk of yours dissapear.. so i believe you know that i'm not what they say i am.. well maybe i'm wrong.. but really.. i was glad... and still am.. that you actually smiled at me yesterday.. that you replied me when i said good luck.. with a cheeky grin.. so whatever happened.. that gap.. i will not fill..

for i know whatever was isn't important anymore..
as long as we're still friends. :)
god bless you. good night and sweet dreams.

**tomodachi**

oh well.. the reason why i'm typing this very very very long entry is.. my internet explorer.. is exploring the net a-little-too-slow.. yes. i took nearly a hour to load.. so here i am.. making use of the time typing my newest longest entry.. argh.. and wondering why i can't write this much for gp essays.. ah ha! must be my life is too interesting to be compared to a gp essay.. yes yes yes.. that must be the reason (ok.. whatever.. it's another pathetic excuse for being horrid at gp).

i'm thinking about the terminal.. and dnangel.. i've done nothing today, except staring at screens.. but i'm really too much in a daze to talk crap (though crap is bad enough).. i'll end up blabbering in baby language that you won't understand and babies can't read.. so.. i better shut up now..

fantasy is my reality..

god.. am i damn glad that i have the whole day to myself today. lovely.

no reason for me to pop out of bed at 6 nor at 7 or 8 or 9.. though my biological clock has woken me up at 7 thirds.. but i've managed to stay in bed, hooked on to re-reading jemina jones.. and thinking about the gym routine i promised myself after the prelims. giuts.

so now. i'm up and about, 'cos surprisingly my lazy bum pal has msg me to get out and get shopping at 11.. but she's dreaming.. cos there's no way i'm gonna spend this beautiful morning anywhere else but in my bed (even though the construction downstairs has started and is irritating the shit outta me). yes. so i'll be meeting them later to shop. i've got a whole day of activities lined up with the girls. shop, eat and have fun. wild time.

well the construction is really getting on my nerves.. i feel like screaming outta the window, "fuck off! shut the damn shit up!" but yea.. being the thoughtful, sweet me (don't you dare roll your eyes.. i'll punch your eyeballs out).. i did not and will not.. and moreover, i've been an archi intern.. so i should understand how it's never a good time to be doing constructions, 'cos all the drilling and piling is gonna get all the way to the neighbors' complain letters and the authorities.. but there's nothing you can do but bear with the complains and vulgarity-hurlings and keep up with the schedule and deadlines. so ya.. i'm just typing not screaming..

but hell.. is this gettin on my nerves.. whatever. it shall not spoil the beautiful day i'll be treating myself to today. well yeah. i was gonna talk about the promise i made.. to be working out at the gym and stuff. well.. it's all set. every friday or sunday or both.. i'll be down at the club gym.. i bet the gym instructor (lets just call him GI..) is gonna be crying-smiling when he sees me back at the gym.. 'cos he miss the goody girl who does her routines without complains and always challenges new weights.. but at the same time.. this SQ that he's getting back is not gonna be the SQ that was what she was 3 yrs ago.. he's gonna challenge new weights too.. the weight is those that i've put on.

all that gym gear? sports bras, lycras shorts.. bury them. not even the basketball jersey.. you'd see my flabby arms.. so i'll be there in my big shirt that says "donald duck" and pe shorts (mind you.. my shorts are not at all short.). yep. but there's still a problem.. i don't even know when i'll get down to really going to the gym. and mind you.. i only go to one gym.. and really just one and only one.. the club gym.. cos that's the only place i know with all the equipment i need and i feel comfy there (and you don't need to queue.. that's the best thing).

but enough of that sweaty stuff.. i need a bath and a change or clothes.. cos i need to get myself presentable to the public. yes. time for shopping.. and yah..

if you haven't watched the terminal.. watch it. it's worth the bucks. it's touching but not tearing-jurking and it's hilarious.. you'd love it. even the guys.. 'cos my brother loves it too! tom hanks in that funny accent is ah-peh-cute.. haha.. and there's this other guy.. the the cleaner.. so ah-peh-monkey-cute.. and another guy who transports the food that's just plain sooo cute! and well of course, guys.. not forgeting the charming lady lead.. (whatever her name is and though hui and kat has said it so many times.. whateverhernameis-jones..).. she's so cool non-bimbo sweetish dropdead gorgeous.. woah.. *sweeps you off your feet*.. kk.. so.. girls, guys.. go watch it.

while i enjoy my day today!

May you live every day of your life.

i've changed the music. hope you like it. yeaa.. it's a midi again. no mp3 quality.. sorry yah. but this is the best for now..

and if you're really desperate for music links. go to www.fantasysquare.com for final fantasy music. just copy the link.. for example.. http://www.blah/blah/blah/whatever.mid or .mp3 or .wav (got it, kat?)

well now.. i'll be off to school..

may god bless me..

nothing. i'm just bored shitless here. i wanna scream. i LOVE my blog.. never gonna give my template away. i wanna be the only person using this template.. hee. but if you want a blogskin, totally personalised and stuff, i can tell you, i'm willing to help. but first thing first. i'm not that pro at html. i'm still learning and the best way is to keep practicing, so yah. i'll help if you want!

send me the order forms.. haha.. but really, you can always get skins from blogskin and then personalise it until it becomes your own template. and you can always use photo softwares or dreamweave or whatever there is to create you're own background and header pics, so no one can accuse you of selling their design. cos everything's personalised by you! lovely.. lalala.. i'm getting the DNangel vcd either tomorrow or the day after..

and i've got a stupid idea.. but a good one too.. i'm gonna set up a gp blog. and when i say gp.. i mean general paper not general practican or whatever you can come up with.. well yea. a blog totally for crapping about the straits times commentries.. the times magazine essays.. the news.. whatever there is to talk about.. i was thinkin' we should get people to share the blog, and we can share stuff there and pass gp together. so yah. tag me to tell me what you think alright?

oh shit.

just noticed i was talkin about school stuff and i have broken my golden rule once again.. but heck rules are meant to be broken.. GIUTS. soon i'll be free.. two days. two days till 1 week of freedom.. that it's back to studyland. whatever that it.. i'm really lookin forward to that 1 week i've granted myself . well then. enough of my useless crappings...

i've gotta get back to reality..

what the hell is wrong with blogspot? i can't get into my own damn blog.. it's been loading for 30minutes.. i'm pissed off. ARGH!!!! @%$@#@$%

pissed..

have you ever notice the difference between a few pounds?

well in a way i've somehow convinced myself that a few pounds is nothin.. you won't notice the difference, it's just the weighing machine and not the actual look (the shape of the bods). well yea, i though i convinced myself until..

i read cleo and style and looked at all those models.. i was silently swearin' damn.. they've got great bods and are posin' for a.. a shot for amnesia could be making you fat. GIUTS. hey, erase that imagination of yours *smoke pooting outta SQ's ears and brain*.. goodness gracious.. i'm not THAT bad (as in temper), am i? k. sorry. don't answer that question.

well.. in any case.. that wasn't the point. the point is, i used to say, "hey.. just a teeny weesy bit more and i'll just the same!" but note. that was USED TO. but after the few pounds i put on.. ok.. maybe a bit more than few.. i'm hopeless and bitchin' about other's beautiful big bust and defined waist and not needin to suck in their tummy and havin beautiful small hips and firm butts and slim legs.. ARGH. yea. a few pounds is different.

i know, i know.. you guys are going to kill me for sayin that i'm fat right? but goodness-sake.. please understand.. i really have put on a lot of weight, and it's not just me. i've got honest guy friends out there sayin, "hey sq.. you wanna know the truth? you've put on weight. (or simply in chena.. ni fei le.)" and what can i say? i mean i deserve this soon-to-be spare lorry tyre.. for not workin out anymore..

i don't mean i'm a workout-healthy freak. if you ever know me that well.. you'd know i'm too lazy to care. but heck. i love the gym. and too shy to go there alone.. used to have my brother's company.. but after he went into NS (nearly 3 years ago), those weekly gym and swim were bygones. and i don't have PT anymore.. and i still remember my bro saying this, " if you ever get bicycle tyres you're gone case.." i didn't believe it 3 years ago.. (cause i was still tyre-less), always thought i'd lose it in a month.. but i never got down to doing it.. and just kept buying large clothes.

goodness.. can't believe that i really do miss the aunties and uncles praises, "aww.. your daughter is so pretty and she looks like a model!" or like rich uncles in the industries, "wanna let you're girl have a go at modelling?" now i (not seldom) don't even hear it anymore. heck.
and here as i type.. i'm shoveling chocolates into my mouth.. hey.. that's because chocolates are suppose to increase your memory power, and i need it for my prelims. (ok.. guilty as charged.. that's a pathetic excuse).

whatever. i'll just get a big dress for grad night.. heck all that glamour.. i'll just keep a low profile.
and if i really get a lorry tyre and i'm deprived of all my confidence.. there's always mary-france-bodyline.. so girls? heard that? quit that no-carbo diet.. live life to the fullest. and i mean it. full in the stomach.. enjoy food.

Cultivation to the mind is as necessary as food to the body.

tell me. is this nicer? i mean the black background or the one before? (the white one) i'll change according to you guys' preference alright? and yes.. it's DN

shit.
i just save tons of DNAngel artwork! and when i say tons i mean tons.. it's not just 20 or 30 pictures using napster or downloading software.. but i actually hand picked them 96 of them. damn shit. and i'm in the midst of my prelims. what in the world am i doing?!

GIUTS.

i'm damn guilty now.. but i really wanna scream.. EEEEE!!! i love DNAngel!! quick! let the prelims be over and my tv be fixed (oh.. i din't tell you. my tv's down.. the com will be soon.. dad keeps running check disc.. and there's somethin wrong).. eee!! i wanna watch my DNAngel VCD!

but before i go all star-eye-ed about DN.. i better go bathe and study.. did 5hrs of maths in the afternoon.. now for the last min run.. 2hrs before i sleep.. i should do more maths.. stop sketchin With (is a character in DN.. sooo cute!! kawaii~!).. and flood out all that anime..

GIUTS.

sprint.

yep. my first golden rule.. i'm not going to talk about how the paper's were. so there. prelims is prelims.. bloggin is bloggin.. so thou shall not talk about reality. yep! the weather's good today. 1st day of the week that i'm not that tired and actually smiling just because the weather's great. okay.. maybe it's because of something else.. the paper i did today.. hee.. not bad. not bad at all..
oh damn it. broke my golden rule. argh.. haha. but don't mistake this to mean that i've done very well for the whole of my prelims.. though i really must say i do hope to do well.. and i think i deserve it. worried but not too.. at the same time.. (since i've broke it.. then let it be..)

*looks out of the window*
it's foggy.. going to rain~ lalala.. i love the breeze and the not too bright, not too hot.. not too cold.. not too dark.. lovely. *smiles* i wonder if you ever feel like this before. it's so serene so beautifully sad, that it touches your soul and make you smile.

so if you ever feel vexed or sad.. look out of the window. scream, "ahhhh!!" then say,"the sky's not falling down.. everything's fine!" breathe. close your eyes for a moment. then open them and enjoy the view. (hope there's not construction going on outside you're window.. haha)

shit. the laundry.. *scrambles off to bring the clothes in*
*pant* done.

well.. you know what i said up there? it really works.. i mean at least for me. and if you don't mind so neighbours staring out of the window.. and instead of thinkin, "who's that lunatic?!", they mind be thinkin, "sad girl.. what's happened to her? she must be very sad.. poor thing. oh-so-sad".. ok. whatever. ;P

have a nice day yah? i still have a week to go for my prelims. so wait for me! and yes. i'll change the color of the links soon..

and if you're bored, go to the junk section. www.sucks.com

till then, lovely day

You got to believe in yourself. Hell, I believe I'm the best-looking gal in the world & I might be right.

finally..
i've got the comments and archives in.. though i know maybe you can't see it.. cos the color sucks.. kk.. sorry yah? will change the color soon.

this is just an update.. really don't have anytime for typing stuff and and talking crap.. cos i'm crapless now and i have a maths paper at 2.

wish me luck.

gimme a break..

sorry about the long blog break.. but. there'll be another long one till after my prelims.. that will be about 3 weeks later? yeh.. so sorry.

well you know the thing bout our memory span? there's a long term one.. and a short term one? i mean like all of us has both the long and short, if you didn't know. and my short one.. yeah.. well.. mine is so very small.. i've gather lots of crap to talk about the past week.. but with all my information crapping for the prelims and drawing links to help me remember things (though it don't really help 'cos in the end i still end up forgetting) .. *poof*! my crap pouch fell over and it's all gone now.. so i'm sorry to say but this is gonna be a. very. very. boring. blog. entry. so if you're really bored stiffless (i don't know why i use this word.. but i just always do..) here's a blog you can try.. http://www.jibjab.com/blog/ well.. don't ask me about it.. i didn't read the blog.. just saw some cute funny pictures there.. and thought, hey this could be a nice blog.. but then again.. it's 1030 in the morning.. and while i type this.. my brain is saying, miss qi you should be studying.. so yea.. that may explain the boringness of this.. cos my brain is really just filled with facts and maths and chem and physics and worry and nervousness and all the kinda.. *look around* *whispers* shit.. sorry (ha! got you.. you really thought i'd be sorry for sayin shit? you're dreaming.. *sticks out my tongue*)

argh.. goodness.. my i've become so lifeless.. due to this prelims and As.. but i'm not going to rant and ramble about it.. though you may see traces of it while you read the entry.. but i'm not going to do it (out right.. i may just beat around the bush and in the end.. yep.. you found out.. i'm rantin bout it.).

well ok.. lets talk novel..


'cos i've just re-read my novel too small for basketball by kris kenway.. yes.. i know.. most probably you're thinkin.. RE-read?? you're mad, aren't you??! but for your information.. i re-read my novels whenever i'm free and not sleepin and don't have a new magazine or book to read.. (pls note.. book does not include textbooks.. and encycopedias.. well i'm not going to tell you what the book is about.. i'm not here to write a book review.. (unless you're gonna pay me for doing the review..) if you want a review.. click the book.. or you can always borrow the book from me..

well, k.. why this book? (don't say don't know.. 'cos i'm gonna explain now).. well 'cos this book is really just about the narrator.. and the way the narrator treats his younger sis really reminds me of my brother.. yea. ('',) who's really protective of his sis.. and well opps... *crap pouch fell over again* i forgot what i want to say..

still i just want to warn you guys that this book is a bit vulgar (actually not.. but i know loads of you wont be able to take the shootin of vuglarities as normal expressions) and if you don't read between the lines.. you'd never catch what the author's saying.. (thinks, oo.. i love the author.. he's so cynical)..

and well. ignore the cover of the book.. that girl there? i don't even know why it's there.. i mean.. and what's with that look? but still..i think the book cover is a nice subtle way to say.. guys.. pick me up. read. haha.. so yeah.. i know that there's no coherence in my entry. paragraphs don't link.. but so what?! it's my blog isn't it? i do it the way i feel like.. *sticks out tongue* (my gp tutor's gonna be so sad.. right? haha.. private joke. sorry.. ignore this)

1115.. clock

sigh.. i still don't feel like studyin.. but my conscience is nagging me.. argh..
hope i have successfully bored you.. GIUTS. have a nice sleep.. this is a nice lullaby aint it? haha..

till then.. may god bless me for prelims.. get me good grades (better than Ds..) haha..
you better wish me luck too!

get me a quote

who gave dumb men the right to be mad

When do I know I love you?

When Do I Know I Love You?
When do I know I love you?
Waking alone, wishing you here?
Breaking in tears, needing you near?
Shaking the fog of wounded heart fear
Taking a moment to get my head clear
When do I know I love you?
When do I not, my dear.

blogspot is mad.. my template just dissappear! goodness.. that's 2 hours of work ok??! stupid blogspot. no wonder it's free.. argh. @#@!$

imagining blogspot host screaming:
show me the money!

well yes.. i've been using the navibar up there.. moving from blog to blog.. and guess what i found? i found myself asking, "what's a blog for?!"

ok.. number one, it's for adverts. two, its for company contacts?! three, it's for a list of movies with no reviews just movie names and director's name, actors names.. whatever that blog is for.. four, to occupy web space.. EMPTY blogs.. five, well this is a very very popular option.. for school-ers to get a life after-school by typing what they went through in school. yes. school again.. six, for people to complain.. seven, (this is interesting!) for political campaigning.. are they just too poor to get a webspace?! goodness. eight.. nine.. ten.. i can just go on forever. yess.. forever..

and if you're asking why i'm doing this crap.. its because i don't have any crap to read today, marcus', suhui's, jem's, kat's... all the jc people's blogs are not updated.. and why is that so? that's because prelims are (or is.. i don't know.. my english sucks. though i'm trying to use proper english here..) here. and soon the As and then YIPPEE! until the march results when you'd be holding your heart in your mouth.. it could just jump out leaving you lifeless after seeing your results.. goodness.. i better be the one screaming in that corner of the hall saying, "yes yes yes yes!!".. you know what i mean.. well i should be studying *mug mug mug* right now like everyone else.. but i'm not (i mean for only now.. i'm transforming into a pig mugger.. eat study sleep eat study sleep.. yes i know you understand). ok.. i'm going outta point.. but in the first place.. i don't even have a point. ha! ok.

so here's the point.. have you ever noticed that it's always raining during the exam period? hmm.. ok. geog students don't tell me about all that monsoon or whatever shit (and yes.. i'll try ok.. TRY not to say shit.. but i can't stop not.. it just flows.. so too bad.). well.. more than so, i think heaven's crying.. imagine this..

heavens: look at those kids.. studying soo hard they can't see the anything but their books/notes.. poor thing.. sad life.. and those not studying..see?? they're future.. sigh.. bad results.. condemnination.. parents.. teachers.. tough.. tough.. and look at those others.. break down at exams.. sad sad.. oh-so-sad.. *cries*

and *ta*da*! raining.. the heavens are crying for us.. thank you heaven.. thanks for the beautiful weather to stay home and study and think, "i feel so much like sleeping now..". GIUTS. (that's good. but it just flows like i tell ya.. GIUTS sounds better..)

and YES! thanks wilson.. for the backgrd fix thing.that's all the crap i have now.. actually not.. but i'm just to eager to post and i too lazy to type more..

*crap pouch overload*.. *malfunction detected*

so yes.. this is ALL. till then.. get me a quote.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

stupid is as stupid does..

ok.. i suck at html.. and the comment link is GONE! someone.. tell me how to fix the background (means no scrolling.. only the text scrolls..) and how to put back the damn comment box.. argh..
now now.. here's a list of html help i need.. how do i put a scroll in this table? and can i get the damn search bar off the page? and how to lock the backgrd? and how do i get the comment box back?! help!

but i did all this that you see now by myself! and am i proud.. hee~
ok then.. pls! help me.. html.. gabrabahlabrah.... #

stupid is as stupid does..

well.. i've finally decided to forsake my old online diary.. well maybe not. but i'm getting this blog for one purpose. and that's to post my big crap for all to see.. i mean i shouldn't be the only one enjoying reading the crap that my lovely blogger friends write, should i?

so well here's it! my nonsense blogspot.com

i'm quite lazy to think of any crap and i'm crap-less now.. after all that mugging for the prelims.. and all that sleeping cos i'm having my lovely study break... so well, i'm off to doing some changes to this horrid template.. yucks.

so then.. i'll be back when my crap pouch is full.

i'm not mutton acting as lamb. i'm just mutton.