Calvin, from my PiCC class, has finally came back from Europe. About time huh! I shall forgive him since he bought many gifts for me. HA HA. Now I'm a proud owner of a glass tortise from Venice. HEE!

What have I been doing for the past few days? Hmm. I had many of my friends over to my house to Wii. Man, I wish I had Ernest's Raving Rabbits game. Freaking cool!! We threw a (really mini) celebration for Jim and Wenjun's birthdays. And we Rabbit-ed the whole night until we developed right arm biceps.

And, my friend Joey (again, hahahahaha!), came over to my house to play two days ago. We Wii-ed, skate-scooter-ed, and did some exploration around Punggol. We super bo liao. BO LIAO until the extremest degree. But of course, we had fun!

Well, overall, the past week has been quite fun. But it's turning into a drawl now. Yawn.

Sian. Can tell from the way I blog right?

Oh well. Time to study!

Holding her umbrella over her head with one hand
and her slippers in the other
She wondered if it was a good idea
standing on the beach
so near where the waves are.

But she liked the feel of the waves
hitting violently against legs,
at her mid-thighs,
The rain which was falling heavily
on her umbrella
without rhythm.

The harmony of the angry sounds
of heavy waves and heavy rain.
The raindrops falling on the water
forming lovely ripples,
producing a melody.

Like a beautiful symphony.

The beauty of it,
that she'd like to appreciate.
But couldn't quite grasp hold.

For such a beautiful moment,
was not for her to own.
The dirty ugly being that she is
is not worthy of such elegance.

Reality sank in
so sudddenly and fiercely
That she didn't know what hit her.

Plop.

Her umbrella dropped.
Floating on the water.
Letting the rain hit her own skin.

Plop. Plop.

Her slippers fell subsequently,
simultaneously in the sea.

Her hands, now free of burden
were scrunged into fists
and banged furiously against the waters,
In a bid to get rid of her frustration.

She relaxed her grip.
Tightened.
Relaxed.
Tightened.
In desperation to capture the moment
which, as we all knew
was impossible.
The seawater
flowed through her fingers.
Drops flew around in a rage.

Tired,
She dropped on her knees.
Now she was almost fully-submerged in waters
save for her head.

And waited for the waves to swallow her.
Just like how they had took away
her only possessions,
and the way
ripples were allowed to happen.

If only that would let her stay
in the beauty
forever.

I saw this on somebody's Friendster Shoutout just now, and I felt that it makes a lot of sense (:

A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.

I am sober, I am sure.

Hi! Today I'm going to blog about my classmates.
Joey complained that I don't talk about my classmates alot. How wrong he is. Tsktsk. Hurt. I always tell people how guai lan my classmates are. You didn't know right, Joey?! ><

Anyway, I posted a blog entry on how guai lan my BFF Joey Ang is. However, it got lost! i don't know where it is. KNNCCB. I spent 2 days making a list about his guai lan-ness. Wasted, sia. Screw the internet.

Oh well. Joey taught me how to rollerblade last afternoon. And I must say, I'm talented. Either that, or that Joey is a wonderful teacher. But we all know that it takes two hands to clap!, so yes! Joey is a great teacher, and I am a greater student!

To thank you for the fun that Your Guailan-ness have brought me, I used the named Joey 7 times in one blog post.

Oh my God.

What the fuck,

Barbeque.

Another assignment! Kaninabuchaocheebai, again.
Piang, Stupid PiCC homework.

I have no life.

Here's my assignment, understanding this passage. LOL.

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Being the lazy person I am, I put the passage through http://baidu.netat.net/trans.php. Direct translation!

Words criticizes this showplace poets'club can't write out a problem new on 1st, the subject is that the precious jade , precious hairpin , black pigment used by women in ancient times to paint their eyebrows jade , Hunan say that winter jasmine, explores spring , cherishes spring all massing within chief-of staff Li fine silk fabrics rice incense village "difference from looking at unreal East and West devil doctrine ,". Hunan says that the city copying in course of collapsing stands on the city wall to soldier gossip circumstance , causes everybody to laugh at doing a lump. Being confusing , listening to a servant girl come in registering: Starting from when "the old lady has come " , everybody has stood promptly, the phoenix has visited idea Wang Xi being helping the Jia mother by the arm coming in. The phoenix elder sister is bustling about as soon as receiving the door passing colour to Li fine silk fabrics , Li fine silk fabrics does not understand what he means , the phoenix elder sister is forced quietly, to have referred to the finger Jia mother , have waved hand. Li fine silk fabrics fixes eyes upon visiting the Jia mother , see that the Jia mother tiny red two , is of great only mournful that shape, bluffs indefinitely bewilderedly , hurries to ask about: "Does the ancestor what's the matter with today "? The Jia mother sits down , gives a long sigh , says that: "All day long, you chant , waste time in playing in this showplace to loaf about, do not know outside completely in how to weave faction we woollen cloth "!

I know, I know. What the fuck.

What I am doing now: Blogging

What am I supposed to be doing now: Homework

KNNCCB.

Kaninabuchaocheebai. (LOL! Can't resist! xD)

I'm blogging on consecutive days! Surprising huh? Anything to avoid homework. Ha ha ha!

I miss ERIC lah. I've been missing him quite alot. In fact, everytime I say the word 'cheebai' I think of my lovely friend, Eric Sim Wei Sheng. Blame the choir trip to Kuching. (x

What the hell. I'm so random today.

I LOVE JAM HSIAO!

He has an absolutely impressive voice!

I'm in love!..with his voice, I mean.

Anyways, tomorrow's my darling's birthday!

Happy Birthday Wei Xin!

Thanks for being a wonderful friend, and for behaving like an elder sister. I enjoy every moment talking with you, because you're so FUN TO TALK TO!!!!!
XDD.

(Hush hush! We're happy for you and your new wonderful boyfriend! Best one so far, and we hope he'll be your last one too!)

Ha ha! This must be my most cheerful post in a while! And the most colorful one! :D

 I didn't realize that I'm so good at emo-blogging xD

Many people think I'm bisexual. Well. I don't think so, but guess I've been a bit adventurous in my escapades.

And I got walked in on, who else?!, some one who used to be from my school.