<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/11026729?origin\x3dhttp://gab-gabb-gabby.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script> <!-- --> <div id="b-navbar"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/" id="b-logo" title="Go to Blogger.com"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/logobar.gif" alt="Blogger" width="80" height="24" /> </a> <form id="b-search" action="http://www.google.com/search"> <div id="b-more"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/" id="b-getorpost"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/btn_getblog.gif" alt="Get your own blog" width="112" height="15" /> </a> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/redirect/next_blog.pyra?navBar=true" id="b-next"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/btn_nextblog.gif" alt="Next blog" width="72" height="15" /> </a> </div> <div id="b-this"> <input type="text" id="b-query" name="q" /> <input type="hidden" name="ie" value="UTF-8" /> <input type="hidden" name="sitesearch" value="w0ainii.blogspot.com" /> <input type="image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/btn_search.gif" alt="Search" value="Search" id="b-searchbtn" title="Search this blog with Google" /> <a href="javascript:BlogThis();" id="b-blogthis"> BlogThis!</a> </div></form></div> <script type="text/javascript"> <!--function BlogThis() {Q='';x=document;y=window;if(x.selection) {Q=x.selection.createRange().text;} else if (y.getSelection) { Q=y.getSelection();} else if (x.getSelection) { Q=x.getSelection();}popw = y.open('http://www.blogger.com/blog_this.pyra?t=' + escape(Q) + '&u=' + escape(location.href) + '&n=' + escape(document.title),'bloggerForm', 'scrollbars=no,width=475,height=300,top=175,left=75,status=yes,resizable=yes');void(0);}--> </script> <div id="space-for-ie"> </div>
i want to dance beside a frozen lake :: where the snowflakes gently fall from the sky :: the hair swaying in the chilly wind :: as the still moments of the winter everning :: is enlightened by me ::

My Contradictions.

- SEVENTEEN yet EIGHTEEN.
- SOPHISTICATED yet SIMPLE.
- WILD yet TAME.
- CRAZY yet NORMAL.
- BITCHY yet KIND.
- SLUTTISH yet DEMURE.
- FRANK yet SHY.
- CHILDISH yet MATURE.
- DEVILISH yet ANGELIC.
- NARCISSISTIC yet SELFLESS.
- CONFUSED yet SURE.
- FICKLE yet CONSISTENT.
- SELFISH yet GIVING.
- FIERCE yet GENTLE.
- ANNOYING yet LOVABLE.
- HEARTLESS yet SENTIMENTAL.
- SCHEMING yet NAIVE.
- LAZY yet HARDWORKING.
- RETARDED yet INTELLIGENT.
- IGNORANT yet KNOWLEDGEABLE.
- UNFEELING yet CARING.
- SLOPPY yet TIDY.
- IMAGINATIVE yet REALISTIC.
- PESSIMISTIC yet OPTIMISTIC.
- INTROVERTED yet EXTROVERTED.


My Loves.

- ME.MYSELF.I.
- MONEY.
- COMPUTER.
- HAND PHONE.
- CAMERA.
- CHILDREN.
- MIRRORS.
- MAKE UP.
- BITCHING.
- GOSSIPING.
- CRITICIZING.
- SLACKING.


My Hates.

- BEING BROKE.
- BEING SCOLDED.
- BEING BACKSTABBED.
- EMPTY VESSELS.
- HYPOCRITES.
- REPEAT OFFENDERS.
- COMPUTER BREAKDOWN.

My Tagboard.


My Archives.

click here to go to my new blog skin!!

Thursday, June 08, 2006


i am so tired.


bahz. my blog is being such an ass. if u use mozilla or firefox, actually anything except internet explorer, to view it, the background is white. blah. cant be bothered. as long as i see it the way i like it, what other ppl think doesnt matter.


so mayb i'll remove the code for disabling of highlighting. see, i'm such a nice girl. but wait, tt's only a MAYBE. really, i dont like stupid ppl having the easy way of copying what i write. i mean, its too easy if they get to rip my stuffs.


ok, stop talking about all those stuffs.


i was like so tired ytd. so i didnt blog. but it was a really fun day!! ok, here i go~~~


didnt have any test ytd so i lazed ard in bed till abt 1120. then i got up and went off to meet darrdarrhh at np. he's like so sweet!! i was on the bus when he called to say his test ended. den he went "sorry sorry. u on bus ar? i actually wanted to go parkway with u to eat ur char kuay teow de.."


like.. AWWWS. which silly boy would acc me all the way to parkway parade just to eat a plate of char kuay teow?! i mean, its near east coast park mind u. we're at west coast. i love my boy. he's just one in a million. well, he only treats me like that anw. =))


so, met him at the busstop and i bought the hotdog at the library to eat. after slacking at the atrium for -godknowshowlong-, he asked if i wanted to go PP. but i looked at the time and said no. furthermore, i was like damn full.


dont ask me y. i suddenly inherited his habit of bloating after eating bread. ok la, i got it a long time ago. which is why mum was so irritated with me when i said i dun like bread anymore. i used to be queen of breads, eating and eating them everyday. lols.


then i thought of going to taman jurong to eat my ipoh hor fun. so we took 151 to kent ridge terminal and took 30 to eat my hor fun. but then hor, when the bus was nearing taman, we dropped the idea was i was still damn full.


went all the way to jp and shopped in kiddy palace and toys r us. ok, we're childish. any problem with that? anw, its been a habit to look at kids stuffs even before we got tgr. we would go to the baby shop in ginza and practically drool at every single dress/milk bottle/toy/shoes......


damn, i miss the time when he would wait for me to finish dance at bedok. i mean, he was still woo-ing me and he actually took the time and effort to go all the way to bedok and wait till my dance finishes. BEDOK. tt's far loh.


hahas, and then i remember he would hold my hand, though we were still not tgr. hmms. showed some sparks right? its like, we would just pretend tt nth's happening and just hold lor. i should have accepted him then, but didnt cuz i was afraid of my parents.


anw, my feelings towards him blew hot and cold then. i could let him hold my hand one day, and just tell him to fuck off the next. really, girls and their periods. horrible combination. hahahas. =))


i digress. while looking ard in toys r us, jess smsed and said she wanted to play volleyball. sians, we were looking at the talking barney when we decided to go back to np and play vball with her. oh well. its ok. we have like TONS of time to look at those.


took 154 back to np and looked for her in ICT. walked one big round before finally discovering tt she's in a corner of some room. zzz. totally went narcissitic and crazy snapping pics and pics. hmms. most of them r blur, but what the heck. =D


but before that, pics on bus 151. hehehes.






darr n jess were saying how obvious my stupid marks on my wrist were, but it doesnt really show. so tt's gd i guess. anw, i'm so happy now, i doubt i'll be doing that for a long long long time. hehs. silly me, silly me, silly me. =X





darr: "sis has panda lips.."
me: "huh? wth is tt??"
darr: "the lips like panda loh."
me: "oh. den i dun slp den my eyes like panda."
darr: "-.-"








well, we were bored and the camera was WAY too tempting. hahahas. jess was busy drawing pictures, so we had to find another way to entertain ourselves. =X










after that we went to play vball for abit.


damn, now there's this disgusting lump on my hand. wth la. hahas. darr n i pro. he play vball in long sleves and i play in skirt. WOW. and its strange how every vball session with jess turns out to be dance session. lols.


we would play, then one of us pops out with "eh, u remember this step?". and we end up trying to remember every stretching and basic work. wakakakakas. but i couldnt dance ytd cuz i was wearing tt skirt. zzzzz. nvm, i'll try some other day. hahas.


darr sent me home after that. hehes. for some reason, i was in a foul mood ytd. sorry darrr. its not ur fault la. u didnt say anything, i just had a mood swing. dun noe why. probably was too tired. didnt even have energy to blog. lols.


anw, anw, anw. met darr b4 my EDCA test this morning. he woke up late!! hahahas. silly boy. dun have me den wake up late liao izit? darr is sucha baby, well, my baby. i used to be the one sms-ing him every morning to wake up for sch.


den we'll meet at cc and just stare at each other. hahahas. actually, i'll be trying to smell him. =X speaking of which, he was smelling me the whole day today! ticklish can. hmpf. and no, i dont have a smell like u. lols. i miss ur baby smell. =/


hahas. he went for his test while i was still drawing my stupid diagram. apparently his EDCA tcher is also my EDCA tcher. just tt his is mechanical drawing and mine is.... erm.. i duno wad. lols. i was like "cher, u teach my bf leh." lols.


after that, jieying accompanied me to the atrium and we went our seperate ways. so i waited for darr at the sports hall. was B-O-R-E-D. lols.





he called after i took that picture. hahas. wanted to go PP to eat my char kuay teow. so we took a bus to clementi, topped up my card and took 196. halfway thru the trip, my stomach was getting the better of me. so we stopped at ikea and ate meatballs.


darr had chicken wings though. =)) after the meal (it was filling for me. yea 10 meatballs. i got small stomach mah) we had icy-ker-rim. lols. icecream i meant. yea, the very nice one. hehehehs. i totally love the icecream there!






look at how fast he eats the icecream la!


so we took 197 to JE, then 143 to kent ridge terminal, then 189 home. LOLS. long way huh. bus rides are nice ok. hehehs. =))


and yes, amanda's such a darling. i was telling her how i really felt about everything the other day. this is how our conversation went. abit long, but hell, u dont have to read it. =))



[01:10:38 AM] amanda; unab: come come
[01:10:44 AM] amanda; unab: u take my position, and see things.
[01:10:54 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): lol
[01:10:59 AM] amanda; unab: Not that ure my friend and im biased. im actually very unbiased 1.
[01:11:10 AM] amanda; unab: its jst that u shld see thngs from a third prsn view.
[01:11:26 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): orhh... how?
[01:11:34 AM] amanda; unab: Is she really that sick? Nobody knows. seriously, even if i were her close friend. How sure can i be that she really is THAT sick.
[01:11:46 AM] amanda; unab: and sick or not, it doesnt mean that wtvr she does is right.
[01:11:58 AM] amanda; unab: Can i kill u and tell the judge im sick. can i have a lighter sentence?
[01:11:59 AM] amanda; unab: No.
[01:12:10 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): hmmm
[01:12:31 AM] amanda; unab: much less these. Its not your fault. Do u thnk its fair if im the weak one and i passed ALL the blame to you cus ure the strong and abled one and the one on the winning end?
[01:12:37 AM] amanda; unab: Its not fair right.
[01:12:46 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): i meant
[01:13:02 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): my fault cuz if tt time i didnt break up with him, non of these would have happened
[01:13:13 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): *none
[01:13:48 AM] amanda; unab: OH PLS. then wld u know that all these wld have happened?
[01:13:58 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): erm.. no
[01:13:59 AM] (f)?-(?`v??): lol
[01:14:03 AM] amanda; unab: if u know i bet u wldnt break with him. Why break and get ureself involved with this bitch right.
[01:14:12 AM] amanda; unab: So its not ure fault. U wna blame? blame fate.


thanks gurl. if not for that, i'll probably still be living in denial. that everything is my fault and i should shoulder being that unreasonable, intolerable bitch. =)) i will learn to let go of what's NOT my mistake and treasure what i have now.


i also dun wana probe and yak too much and end up having quarrels because of this issue. so this will probably be the last of this from me. =)) once again, thank you amanda. =D



wow, this is a long entry! i should probably go revise my EM1. meeting darr early tmr, den gng iceskating!! love u darrdarrhh. muacks.



Permalink.
IDreamtOfYouAt.

11:14 PM



[-THE.love*--] flows from your heart