its just emotions.
but i cant handle them.

i feel like i could bang my head through a wall.

my stomach's doing no good either. i feel sick to the stomach. quite literally. i have a weak stomach, i admit.

cliche cliche. some things are better left insaid... but then again. they tell you not to beat around the bush.

sometimes you just wish you can shout to the people around you & let them know you have a brain of your own but you end up shut silent while everyone around you babble away.

this world is going insane. dont you think everyone's pushing a little too hard on us to think about our future.

not like anyone actually bothers to read my posts about what poor excuses i carry to be in a bad mood so i'll just leave this post hanging.

every parent is convinced its teenage agnst or mere defiance. most kids dont bother & dont want to be bothered about it. so i'll just pretend that it doesnt bother me. & you can keep guessing what the freaking problem is. hints are a nono. you'll survive.

& i hope i'll survive too.

christmas was worth the wait.

today is the day saint nicholas is supposed to plop down my chimmney with a bag full of stephenie meyer's series of books while i should be sleeping. he still has 1 an a half hour to do so til christmas is over.






oops. way overexposed. too lazy to edit. oh wells. dad & mum.
candid dad & mum.


dont shoot me santa clause.

heard the song yet? "dont shoot me santa" by "the killers".

be a good soul & help charity. everytime you buy that song off itunes, the proceeds will benefit the (RED) campaign to help fight HIV.

the season of giving. so give hope.

merry xmas to all.

oh santa, i've been good.

christmas is almost almost here. yay.

anyway. i went for my brother's concert yesterday with laura & the rest of my family.


thats the title of their concert.

it was a combined concert put up by AJC(anderson) & CJC(catholic) plus the alumni. i really enjoyed it, especially the last half of the concert.


it was held at replubic poly. their lightings are way cool.

saxaphone ensomble. my bro is the second figure from the left. unfortunately my camera absolutely sucks at taking photos when there's not enough light. oh wells.


camwhoring before the concert.




we got lost & we got bored.

umm.



love this photo.

these were taken in my room. bored to death.


mojojojo, we are the mojojojos.

went back to school today to have peer leader training. was uber uber fun. charlotte was being her usual happy self while everyone just went "omg you cut bangs!" when they saw me.

oh wells.

here's the photos from today. i didnt bother uploading all, way too lazy.


i know i know, my fringe looks funny.



min yee!

our infamous group cheer. see the third line? yes im oh-so-proud of it cause i came up with it. it goes in tune with the "powerpuff girls" theme song.

at jurong east library where we mugged for the rest of the day.


anyway.

i was looking through all my old photos when i came across this one taken back in sec 1. omg, i miss those RawrRawr days.


this was before dance practice. sorry the quality isnt there, it was just for the fun of it.

cute, no?

& i've decided to make good use of all my old photos & create a movie for my dear friends. see how nice i am?

okay, but dont expect me to upload it here.

unglam shots will scare the living shit out of you.

he called me shakespeare

the glass menagerie, scene 6

today i forced myself to read all 92 pages of "the glass menagerie". i honestly really didnt like it. & yes, the crazy naggy mum just HAD to be named amanda.

& to quoute from the book right, there was only one line i really really liked.

"he called me shakespeare"
it was used to describe this ambitious young poet who was stuck in his ordinary job & all. you probably dont get why im so obsessed over shakespeare, dont you?

for one, its not cause he's gay.

its a long story so i'll save it for next time. anyway, i was searching shakespeare on the net & there was all the jokes about shakespeare & all. & i felt so bad for him.


i drew this for the fun of it. im not that great an artist, am i?


& yes, another thing to laugh your ass off at. sorry shakespeare, but i couldnt resist the laugh.

poor dude. lay off the jokes.

he said, she said.
while no one bothered about what I said.

nope auntie, you got the wrong girlfriend.

this morning was odd.

went to some place which name i conveniently forgot once again. & then my parents were busy buying stuff when i heard some guy chuckle & go "hi auntie". obviously he was talking to my mum, not me.

turns out he was some guy my brother used to be in the same class in. that was when he was in secondary 4 so i had absolutely no recognition of his face so i just stoned while my parents socialized.

considering such a good stoner i am, i hardly listened to their conversation. then they said their goodbyes & went off. so we got back into the car to drive home & my mum happily laughed her head off & said the guy's mum was so afraid i was his GIRLFRIEND.

obviously, i should have listened.

gee, thanks auntie, but no thanks.


enough about that. i got a new hairstyle. every time i look into the mirror i get a shock. i didnt expect my fringe to go that short & when i said i wanted a side fringe i meant i wanted a SIDE fringe!! obviously i have communication problems with the hairdresser.


my fringe is super odd. it looks completely different to my previous fringe. so since now i dont have a side fringe, all the pictures i take will just end up looking emo. so deal with it.

& i actually brought my homework to do there. im a goody goody deep down inside.

thats mum.

& she looks all ready to be put into a microwave oven.


i got myself a new book. stephenie meyer writes addictive books. i bought "new moon" yesterday & im at page 340 today. my parents dont feel exeptionally generous for this season of giving to get me the book "eclipse" for christmas. they think its a waste if im going to read it through that fast.

but im grateful all the same for the japan trip plus the extra cash i didnt spend in japan. i'll probably get the book myself anyway when i finish this book. i have cravings all the same with books.

but believe me when i say i hate reading.

i hate how i get way obsessed with the book when im reading. & then once i start i wont stop. & when i get obsessed over one author, i'll read finish almost ALL his/her books before i get bored & start the search for a new author to get obsessed with.

im babbling away so i'll shut up & go read my book now.

oh darling

shucks. oh shucks. my homework's been piling up like crazy. ever since i left it to rot in the back of my bookshelf.

okay okay, i need to calm down. geez, who stole my holiday. when the hell does school reopen anyways? was it the third or second. oh well. enough about that.


i would now attempt to influence all of you to use proper english for the rest of your blog posts after reading the following.

i figure its a good habit to cut with the singlish. it makes me feel really uneasy when labels are so easily slapped on singaporeans just because of the way we speak. its not always you get to travel on your own & have others be brutally honest with you when you're the only kid around.

& it was brutally brutally honest.

can you imagine during the host stay back in japan when the host invites his friends over & they go up to me & say "wow, so you obviously speak english in singapore. i didnt know what to expect". an adult caucasian male tells me, after fourteen years of my life & education that he didnt expect that he'd be able to comprehand the words i say. hurts alright.


dammit, language kills.
& you'll never realise what hit you.

stop flirting with the mirror.
it wont flirt back.

not like i actually listened when laura told me that back in secondary one.

but that was random so ignore it.

my words seem to be all messed up today. every sentence i seem to say(finished or not) sounds either really out of point or really sarcastic.

sorry if i offended anyone.

must be all the running then all the chilli with all the same stupidity. cant be helped. & i still feel my stomach churning inside out with the chilli i had for dinner.


& this post's as boring as my life gets.


okay, still trying to learn & remember how to play those chords.

& the reason why the photo's edited is only cause i looked really odd in it. oh well, the world has enough things to mock at, one less wouldnt hurt.


you're probably bored of reading all this. & i know pms is a really lousy excuse to everything that i dont have an answer for. so i'll leave you with whatever assumptions you already have in your head.

but what are the odds of one assumption being the truth out of a thousand million others?

maybe everyone should remember that once in a while.

little hush now.






in the bus. boredom gets the better of us.