after all these years, i just can't get enough of Colin Firth.
Gosh. he's the last english gentleman on earth. (:
now i like him better than Hugh Grant. (:

perfect.. i was all poised to watch the L word while waiting for chiou. now this.
sad.. ): now i'll have to eat my salmon sushi without something to watch..

the issues essays turned out to be completely disastrous. 1, 461 words instead of sticking to the 1,000 limit and an hour late. i'm so screwed.
since when did i have so much to say when it comes to teenage suicide? this essay got me parasuicidal lah.. LOL..
yeap. since youtube has decided to die on me, i shall start on my socpsyh revision for tmr's bloody quiz.

WHY??? i want my L word.. ):

LOL..

L'ennui

everybody's busy preparing for their con. issues essay.
i've picked a topic, all right. but i haven't got any research done. was watching the L word, and *arhem* was channel surfing through stupid sites that gives you 50 ways to disturb kids on the first day of school.
yeah. i was bored.
november 29th, already.
shit. where did 2006 go? i've wasted a year of my life doing pretty much everything and nothing.
back in 2005 i was stuffing myself with trashy love novels and living my life off the ever so cheesy taiwanese dramas. and i wore a uniform.
now? i still can't believe i brought home a book on teenage suicide, 'Issues and Challenges in Asian Journalism' (yes, holy crap what on earth has gotten into me?!), and a nicely illustrated book with three of Edgar Allan Poe's 'Tales of Mystery and Madness'.
somebody kill me.
gosh- my head hurts.
i can't wait to get over and done with this sem.

how i wished i was 10 all over again. the days when i used to dig for worms, run without a care in the world and do (almost) whatever a 10 year old would want to.
the days when i was underweight.
damn. i'd give anything to be underweight now. HAHA.

i should have went on to a freaking jc. poly is just not right for me.
but at least there are still a couple of eyecandies around. HAHA. (:

whoa.. soooo chiouhuey.. haha..
(:

i am in love.
i am in love.
i am in love with the beach road hawker centre.
:D
dinner-ed there with mummy and daddy yesterday. i had this huge craving for tulang.
tulang, tulang, tulang...
but since i was the only one who liked tulang, and they only sell tulang in monster sized servings, my dad decided not to order tulang.
damned, i was really depressed.
anyway, daddy decided to buy me mutton chop instead. not lamb chop. mutton chop.
fantabulous, delicious mutton chop.
i don't care even if the fries are potatoes cut into many different shapes.
i don't care even if the gravy looked like blood.
it was WHOA- delicious!

but it took eons for that guy to prepare it.

so i just sat there thinking...
tulang.
tulang.
tulang.

EVERY OTHER TABLE AROUND ME HAD A PLATE OF TULANG.
talk about temptation. gah.

but heck. i am so in love with the beach road hawker centre.
<3


mummy and daddy made vinegar pig trotters today!
WHOOOOO!!!
heavenly food. yummilicious.

shit man. my blog is going to turn into some kind of makansutra if i continue blogging about food. lol...

anyway, i have decided, inorder to become a great big genius in the future (i'm not saying i'm not one now. HAHHAHA), i shall try to keep a little notebook and fill it with every single thought that comes to my mind.
i'll do it.
once i get the perfect notebook (which, trust me, will take ages), and once i choose the colour of the pen.

shit. all these sound bimbotic. i'd better stop now. (:

Virgin State Of Mind

what a sucky day...
i've finally made my mark at where i work. a 15cm long marker mark on the wall. my boss was super pissed.
the nets machine died on me.
the mastercard machine died on me.
the computer died on me.
i almost died.
it sucks to be alone in the shop. and dang, i have to work alone again tmr.

okay.. suckiness aside..
for those who hate emo rock, try My Chemical Romance's Black Parade.
it kicks ass even though its effing emo. haha... good album, good album..
Damien Rice's new album, 9, is good too.
i'll just name all the good albums till the day my boss gets sick of me and fires me. (which i can tell, is very soon.)

today sucked. nobody picked up my calls or bothered to call back. i'm so gonna kick them in the balls the next time i see them.grrr.
thanks bro. i'd have died if it weren't for you. thanks for making my sucky day less sucky. (:

x'mas wishlist 2006 v.1.02
i've been a good kid, santa!
1. A huge stuffed animal.
i've always wanted a huge stuffed animal for my birthday. childish, i know, but i've never received one on any occasions. its kinda sad you know? to be the only person alive who hasn't gotten a single stuffed toy, ever.

2. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
it has been a while. now that i've been through the entire book and music collection, its high time i get a kick start on watching BTVS. i'm still a diehard fan, after 12 years. (i fell in love with Angel when i was 8. HAHHAHAHA)

3. Piano
MY PIANO.. ):


oh gosh... 1:30 already.. gotta sleep.
long and sucky day ahead!
cheerio! (:

Have you seen Jay Chou lately?
well, SOMEBODY's seen him in singapore! (:



cute, huh?

my feet are killing me.. darn the jack purcells. lol...

yeap.. Thay went to the arcade after work today, Valerie and HHH.
valerie is broke already, but valerie had a hell lot of fun playing (and dying) at House of the Dead and virtual cop.
But thank goodness HHH is the one who always die first. Valerie is still the queen of arcade. HAHA! (:
oh and never, EVER, attempt to talk to weird looking women with really thick makeup on. they don't only look like dominatrixes, they have bad breath too.

gah. i'm off for some more Hana Yori Dango! WHOOOOOO!!~
ARASHI, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...

5.13AM. i'm still on the stupid speech outline.
school's in 4 hours, work in 9 hours.
i'm hungry.
so gonna sleep in tutorials later.

this is absolutely terrific. 3.42AM and i'm stuck here trying to think of a great new invention to talk about in class later. wonderful.
i need to sleep. i wanna sleep. i don't wanna be awake now, man... bloody effing speech comm. i still have to type out an outline for the entire speech.
somebody hit me. break my ribs or something (NOT my face).. then i'll have an excuse for not turning up tomorrow. heh. (: