Drop the heavy heart, it's hard to learnt that you've just lose a friend, for good. Esp someone who doesn't worth the fullstop in life.

Finally, today is the last day of exams, sem II of 2007/08. Liberated is the only word to describe.

Remember for the last CA, I've failed all tests, except for Econs, with a mere pass of 63 marks. Each time I got back my results, seeing that I've failed again, my heart would sink bit by bit. By who could I blame for not passing? No one, but myself. Simply said, I've regretted for not putting more efforts in studying, somemore it's only a CA, what's so hard to study?

I came to realise that the only way not to repeat the grieves of regretting, is to put in efforts to study. I don't want to let history to repeat itself, like how I've gotten myself into the lousiest sec 3 express class after streaming exams.

Wanting to get into Marketing, of course partially is to see Georgie, well of course my future stands a bigger proportion. My span of concentration is very low, thus the only way to get focused, is to isolate myself from technologies (i.e. laptop, handphone, tv).

Today, was the last day with DBA 01. Though we've never felt united as a class before, it's still an enjoyable class (with the exception of some black sheeps). Sometimes, I'd even feel that Pearlyn is quite cute in the way she talk and react, and sometimes, Aaron isn't as bad as what I thought he was. Lol.

I'm sooooooo gonna redeem and pamper myself this holiday. Shopping, leisure, travel (I'm so angry that I can't go HongKong. My sisinlaw had already booked the tickets for her family and herself, and I was not informed! Damn.), spending time with Dongdong and siewhuay, and also spending time with my sec sch pple. Shopping really makes me feel really really happy, like bringing myself back to life again. Seriously, esp shopping for sunglasses hohoho. I need a Chanel 5018 sunglasses pleasepleaseplease. I'd pay any price for that. Erm I mean below $1000. I promise if I got that I would not buy sunglasses for the rest of the year. So far, I still can't find it in Singapore, and I'm papayaly depressed.

Alright I love shopping. If there's any reason for inflation, it's because there're pple like me.

I still can't get over the fact of David's demise.

He had always been such a jovial guy, with one sentence and I'll start rolling on the floor, laughing.

He was my senior in MFCO and though we aren't in the same section, we always came tgt to crap. He was the first person I started playing the "Words" game with. Like name all the words that start with "S", or name the brand names, name instrument names, whatever whatever.

And when we have break in EVCO and go to eat together, he'll always get his section people to gang up with him with the game, and me, always alone cos I'm the only cellist. He's a really funny guy although he's sometimes quite mean to bully me, and he loves to talk dirty! He's such a talented suonaist, spending time and effort to take up private lessons, having solos in concerts, taking part in competition, etc. Sometimes, I even envy him for his unceasing pursue in the sphere of music.

How unpredictable and vague the future is.
Even though I'm not as close to him as his juniors and friends, I can also feel the pain for him. How true is it to treasure the people around you before you don't even have the chance. He's not even in his twenties and such mishap befell on him, how unfair life is sometimes, isn't it?

Rest in peace David, though you've just ended a chapter of life, you're starting a whole new journey ahead. May God be with you always, stay as optimisic and jaunty as ever.

With regards.

Oh hi,
I hate people who don't even put in effort to think before they answer, because it's obvious that they know and they don't want to help. Selfish idiots.
I hate people who are BIG talkers. All they do is talk big all day long. Plain idiots.

Ok bye.

Grossest scene of my life
Yesterday on the bus, I saw an indian/bangla playing with his penis. I swear to God that I really didn't see wrongly. At first I thought it was his finger shaking. Then I thought how could a finger be so thick. When I look closer, it was his fucking penis. And now I know Indian's/Bangla's penis and fingers are of the same colour.

If I were the government, I would:
- Ban all indians and banglas in Singapore.
- If any of them wants to come Singapore as a tourist, they have to be castrated.

Now I really understand why some people are racist.
And I'm one racist now.
All indians and banglas should die of a horrible death, and should never be reborn.
Seriously.

Holidays.

Prawn farm,
fish farm,
Zoo,
Vege farm,
pinic at botanic garden,
sentosa,
east coast park,
kbox,
to be cont'd.

I really want/need to go HongKong.
I really misssssss it.
I hope I won't break my promise to you all.

Feel like escaping, period.

Feel like crying, period.

Feel like noob, period.

Feel like I'd never had a real life before, period.

Feel like a drained soul, period.

"Don't ever let someone tell you, you can't do something.

Not even me.

You got a dream, you gotta protect it.

People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it.

You want something?

Go get it, period."

Youyouyou.

Your Alfa Romeo 4432L,
your intelligence for marketing and physics,
your singing of "Happy New Year and Merry Christmas",
your humour which made everyone roll,
your strictness which made everyone quiet,
your similar Hugo Boss shirts and pants,
your ugly bag,
your broken Cantonese,
your singing of "The moon represents my heart",
your saying of "Don't think I don't know you all...",
your apartment at Strathmore Avenue,
your cute little smile,
your cute round eyes,
your cute sharp chin,
your cute square face,
your everything,
everything.