because i love un-birthdays too.

looking up at the sky on the way home from school and seeing the stars sprinkled all over like salt on a dark table.

Opening the cover of a new book waiting to see what surprises and adventures are in store, along with that new-book smell.

Standing in the store room breathing in the musty smell that i know so well.

Lying on the floor while talking on the phone with the people i love most in the world.

Sitting down at the piano with a new score.

Cycling down the street with hair whipping my face as we cycle toward the playground.

Getting the closest i can to flying on a piece of rubber and two chains.

Singing happy songs as we walk down the street together.

Talking delirious nonsense.

Hugging The Bolster tight as I visit Old Mr. Chou.

Laughing about inanities with Jooser and Nic and Fanneh.

Burburix&Co.

ECKY dolls.

Pretending to be intelligent and asking questions that don't make sense.
"What do you get when you divide by bread by a knife?"

Swimming.

Giggling with "Wennie and Friends".

Bandroom Blockbusters.

Dixie chick(ens) - the asian edition.

Geekspeak 101 - Ver2.1

Bishi-bashi.

Listening to new CDs fresh out of the case.

Kaya Toast from Ya-Kun.

Snorlax and Jigglypuff and Gyrados and Meowth.

Mumbly-grumbly mumbo jumbo.

Weirdo lists.

These are the things that hold me together, that make me the person I am.
These are the things I can't do without.

I am such a weirdo, it's somehow amazing that I can get through the day without being sent to IMH for some serious psychoanalysis before being thrown into what Nic fondly refers to as "cushy cells" and having weird people talk to me at different times of the day, all offering to make me sane when they it's scientifically not possible to change someone who was BORN weird.

Oh my oh my it's a beautiful day and I think the 10 days will just culminate in me taking a serious break. Oh how wonderful it is to be able to sit down and smell the freshly-cut grass and the cooking smells floating by on the wind. Or to laze in the sunshine as I doze off, dreaming of happy days to come. It's liberating to be able to be free of emotional burden, to be free of thinking of someone else so much all the time. When I can recharge and become myself again, the carefree person I'm supposed to be. Before this it was all just a facade, just pretence on the outside that I'm happy, pretence on the inside that I really am. I think reading back posts of happier days has helped.Maybe it wasn't really a facade? I think it was more like a tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired happiness.

Tried and tested - The Original Formula for Happiness.
1. Throw in some sunshine. Liberally, but not too much, as we want to ensure that the subject will not turn out like a gory brown peeling lizard.
2. Have good happy music. It always works.
3. Let simmer after putting in a dash of Good Books.
4. Stir Good Friends in.
5. Cool in the fridge overnight, along with a sprinkle of exercise and stupid jokes.
6. Don't forget the dressing of hugs and kisses!

Meehahaha.
Retardedness is probably as easily contagious as you can be sure the sun will rise from the east tomorrow.

So get infected today.

Disgusting-ism too!

I say woot you say woot.
I say moot you say moot.
I say see what see you say never die before ah?
I say go and die lah you you say CHOI!

I'm sorry I can't say the words you want to hear;
Can't be the person I should be.

Sigh.
Can't think nemore.
I knew I was supposed to say something.
On this blog.
But the thought disappeared with the wind the moment
I logged on.
And I love the stars tonight.
They twinkle for us.
uh huh.
Too tired can't think no more.
Shall just log off and study Chem.
Gotta chem test tomorrow.
Must do VERY WELL.
Can't let mrs. chia down now.
I LOVE ECKY.
now you know.
And ECKY called Joo "Joo" today!
So hilarious.
And that Jooser, stupidly used her right hand
to write her answer on the board today.
When she's left-handed, not even ambidextrous.
Like what the hell?
She forgot she was left-handed.
-__-"
study study study!
mikaaaa~

Hurgh.
the post(s) continue(s).


yep. this is me laughing. and is that a braid in
my hair? can't remember. anyways. i was laughing
when out pooped popped the camera.
uh huh. it's dangerous in this age of Technology.


Hey. i was just laughing. about some shit Joo
said. who knew they had camera in hand? x_x


oh look at this muser here! i was just thinking
about something odd that i'd remembered.
click and it was gone. sigh. but i do have to admit
i'm not exactly Miss Singapore material.
the height - too short.
the figure - not ideal.
the face - not stunning.
the brains - too much.
see? sigh. it's just not my calling.

and just for kicks, literally and non-literally speaking,
seeing as how she will probably definitely
kick me for posting this,
i present nic-nic with her makeover!

yep. click on it for the full-size. now
it's time for me to go hide in a corner
and hope and pray she can't find me
or read my mind or smell me out like
a dog hound.

but before i go.
new webbie to look at.
www.youtube.com
i recommend the banned xbox360 ad
and the The Tonight Show one.
Although I'm not too sure where they are
located.
you can try. yep.
nick is running now.
far far away.

Yay.
Here comes the Joo.
**creepy wedding music playing
"Here comes the Joo, here comes the Joo..."

uh huh.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Presenting...
An Album of School Adventures.
As presented by
Nic-nic half-a-smile,
Ole-ole half-a-smile and
Nnylianna.
muaha.
enjoy.



Joo and the "Ring of Love".
Notice how it looks just like an extra finger.
Do not be fooled. I repeat, do not be fooled.


My darling Fanneh doing her reading.
Notice how she looks like she's stoning at the
book?
Ahh, my darling Fann-ay.


"I'll give you the hamster look, you give me
some love."
X.D check out my new ECKY smiley!


This is Joo's good picture. Or so she claims.
Yep. Deathly pale, grinning like an Idiot,
Hair in place. It's a good picture.


The Hair. Urban legends have been written
about it. Stories have been told. Myths have
been whispered in the dark as to the powers of
this Thing. But for the first time ever, it is caught
in action. Thanks to the powerful persuasions of
Nic-nic and Ole-ole. Now bow before us.

In the name of Fairness and Eeh-Qwah-lee-tee
I will put up MY pictures as well. Oh alright. And
make weird comments as captions too. Good enough?



This, I do declare, is what I supposedly look
like when the Neko's washing her face.

sigh.
for some reason or other they won't let me
upload more pics.
they being Blogger.com
next post coming.
haha.
loading....

yeah sure.

All you messed-up fuckers out there.
One day you'll meet it.
You know what the fuck I'm talking
about.
I hate the way you talk about me
behind my back.
If you don't like me, just fucking say so.
Don't go round in circles, telling other people.
And the worst thing is,
I can't confront you,
because I'm not supposed to know.
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK
YOU ARE ANYWAY?
messed-up fuckface, I swear.
Your inherent shallowness saddens me.
I pity you who has to live with the fact
that you are superficial all your life.
The worst thing is,
I thought you were alright.
WHO KNEW YOU'D TURN AROUND
AND TALK ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK?
bleddy cunts.

maybe i shouldn't say too much.
i've been through this before, with different people.
and if it's all a misunderstanding again
i dunno what i'll do.
i'll just cool off.

mebbe it's just Crescent that screws people up.
Makes them mindfucks.
I mean, the school is fine.
It's the atmosphere that gets to you.
the atmosphere generated by people who go through
education without honest-to-goodness education
in mind.
Bitch bitch bitch.
that's the number one priority of people in the school.
one day, i might write a thesis on that.

oh.
and here's the comment for the day.
You fucking backstabbers are stupid enough
to think you can affect me this way.
I might be angry now, but I'll cool off soon enough.
And I'll beat you all at the IQ game.
because smart people aren't stupid enough
to try and play the smart-ass game.
if you really want to beat me, you're going to have
to study. hard.