Quotable Quotes

Me: How did Daddy charge his nokia phone before?

My brother: *stares at me and raises his hands to the sky* I CALL UPON THE THUNDER OF THE GODS!!!!!!!!

Me: -.-"

need need need

I need to stop munching on dinner's leftovers.

I need to stop consuming vast amounts of rice.

I need to stop overeating.

I need to get off my lazy arse.

I need to stop getting fat.

Shit.

i wanna go home

So this is day what, 3 or 4 now?

Yep. I'm back in good ol' Singapore once more, for the better part of three months. I suppose I should be feeling joyous and excited and happy.

But strangely enough, none of those emotions came bursting to the surface the moment the plane landed.

Despite grumbling about the crappy shopping, the lousy food and the insanely early closing hours, Adelaide was an escape for me.

It was just about me. About what I needed to do, and what I wanted to do. It was about freedom, and it was about the choices I alone made.

Coming back here wasn't a breath of fresh air.

Staying there was.

stop having so much fun

You know Beyonce is laughing too much before she sleeps when she's having sweet dreams and beautiful nightmares.

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It's 4am and I'm awake and grumpy.
I will satisfy myself with Dessert Muscat
And UBER SWEET White Chocolate Cake.

Australia, I love thee.

i love to go awandering

And in exactly 20 days, I will be sitting my pretty ass on a flight seat aboard Qantas Airlines and flying home.

I gotta admit, I'm excited and yet not looking forward to it. Maybe I've been hanging around here on my own for so long, but can I get used to three months of actually having to answer to a higher authority (READ: MOTHER)?

I don't know about that. What I do know, is that it'll be good to see everyone again.

Oh, and to play mahjong. Heh.

can he fix it yes he can

I spent ten minutes screwing on two lightbulbs in the hellhouse I live in. Apparently it's that simple. Fixing lights, that is.

I'm Mr Fix-it!

*struts about*

this be bad

This is the second night now.

As soon as I fall asleep, dreams assail me, and I find myself waking up in sweat every hour. Every, single, hour.

The dreams aren't even particularly scary; The only scary bits are at the ending, where something creepy happens, and then I end up jumping up in my bed.

3E3. Suat Ling, 3E4. Daphnie, Reena, Shao. The crappy chinese teacher I had in primary 5. Walking up and down the corridors. Getting asked if I want to do charity work and visit an old folks' home. Shao is going.

The people at the old folks' home seem a bit nutty. It seems like I've been there before. I even remember looking at the lady building a castle out of sandbags wondering if she was done already.

Then a door slams, and I wake up. The slamming of the door comes from N, the housemate, and I want to kill him. String him up and beat him, then kill him.

I need sleep. I really do.

gives you hell

Don't tell me you spent all your money on me when you can still think of going to shanghai.

Don't tell me you have expended all resources when you can blow a thousand bucks on hair.

Just, don't.

MAKE MY MONSTER GROW!

Remember this woman?



Yep, that's the Olympic Gold Medallist holder. Best record ever: From the moon to a very precise spot on Earth.

bad person

I saw this off tv, but what's the best song for a funeral??

Answer: "I'm.... coming up so you better get this party started!"

disturbia

Bambi, on my mother and the computer.

"She's internet saaaaaaaaaavy now!.... but she still doesn't know how to adjust the volume."

karma is a bitch

So the wind is howling tonight. It's howling like it hasn't howled in a long time. I can hear it tearing at the trees outside my house.

The lights in my room are flickering, as if they're clinging desperately to life. Gale-force winds are threatening to tear the electrical cables that link me to the world out.

But that's hardly the worst of it. The hot water system in my house has also died. Perhaps there's an overflow of some sort, but turning on the mains simply means that water runs freely, even though the taps have been turned off.

The car died in the afternoon. I ran all over St Marys, caught in the grips of a storm, trying desperately to find a mechanic's workshop still open, but nope... they were all closed for the day.

It's back outside my house now, but only after Wen, Zhan and Lilian helped push the car for about 1km.

Suay enough?

Yes, please, it's more than I can bear already.

moonbeams and skyscrapers

This is the first time that I'm watching the National Day Parade while I'm in another country, and I must say, the feeling that I get, is not quite the same.

For one, I can't run out to the road to see the planes shoot by, or go somewhere nearby so I can gaze at the fireworks and hear its explosions fill the air. All I get, are the tinny sounds of the speakers making their best attempt to satisfy my ears.

The parade made me miss home. It made me think about just what it could be that ties me down to that country.

It's not the reliability of the government (as questionable as that is), nor is it the cleanliness, heck, sterility, that we are so famed for.

What I got, as the parade progressed, was an emotion. An image in the head, of smell, almost, even touch. I remembered my childhood, of a sense of warmth, security, safety and confidence. What I was confident of, I had no idea, but the sense of it was there.

I remember laughter, I remember having fun. Then I remember struggling through school, and the exams, and the friends that I made.

The images in my head are slightly blur, and perhaps even a tad yellowed, like an old photograph kept in a photo album for far too long. Perhaps I'm even romanticising the image in my head, but they are there, no matter what.

Then, I contrast it with the feeling that I get, 6 months in this new country. What I feel right now, is cold, like something artificial coursing through my veins, and just that little bit too grey.

A sense of strangeness, like I don't belong. A sense of danger, that 6 months hasn't gotten rid of just yet.

Even the sun seems to shine a little differently here, like it's speaking in a foreign language. A language I almost understand, like it's on the tip of my tongue, but its true meaning continues to elude me, to slip out of my grasp.

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Dear Mr Prime Minister, if you want your people to stay with you, to come back to you after pursuing degrees and careers in foreign universities, it's not impossible.

Remind us of that love we used to know, that familiarity we can never entirely get rid of. Make us remember the way we grew up, of what we grew used to.

Don't throw me your bonds, your scholarships, as if it's a life buoy. Don't tell me it's a duty I must do. All those are but words and concepts. Cold, lifeless, and ultimately, completely unattractive.

You want the hearts of your people?


Show us yours.

beat you

Pah lerh eh si lang tao,
Pah hor lerh tao gong gong.

Pah lerh eh si lang qiu,
Pah hor lerh qiu zi zeng.

Pah lerh eh si lang ka,
Pah hor lerh buay sai kia.

Pah lerh eh si lang chwee,
Pah hor lerh zoh eh kao.

Stupid idiot.

err... oops?

I do hope it's not a crime to be bouncing off the walls after 2am. I erm... accidentally inhaled this gigantic mug of milo with erm... a few teaspoons of condensed milk with it.

It's making me so happy I feel the urge to giggle out loud just to relax. Now all I need to do is to find a way to ensure N (the evil housemate) doesn't wake up and strangle me.

health is wealth


Too bad I don't pay attention to that. I thought I'd be healthy tonight and not eat any supper. No cup noodles, no boiling water, no hot soup, no springy noodles. Nothing.

Then, I saw an entire bar (y'noe, the big ass types) of Cadbury Marble waving merrily at me.

Suffice to say, it won't be waving anymore.

schnoopy

They probably don't know it, but I didn't suggest Bangkok for the sole reason of going shopping and eating there. I won't deny it, I desperately want to shop, and I miss the city a lot, but I've other reasons for wanting to go, specifically with my family.

It's funny how my friends question me about why I want to go on a holiday with my family, as much as they vex me. I think it's because no matter how they (or specifically, mommy) vex me, they're still what they are, and that is family.

They raised me, they fed me, they made me who I am today. They gave me the freedom to choose Australia, and to choose my degree and career of choice. She let me leave her side, knowing full well she could never really let me go, but she did it anyway.

Because she believed it was best for me.

So despite the menopause, and the inexplicable behaviour which I've grown used to, I still miss them, and I still want to be with them, and I still want to engage in activities which mom and I love, i.e. shopping.

With Dad, it'll be the nightly drinking at the hotel lounge. And with my brothers, just annoying them, and being annoyed by them is probably enough.

I have to admit, I never knew I would miss my younger brother, until I left for Adelaide. I would miss him bullying me, I would miss him bitching with me and perhaps even his presence in the bed next to mine at night when we slept.

As for my eldest brother, I believe we will make good some day.

For now, I set my sights on Bangkok. And ooh how I shall shop my ass off and enjoy those 3-4 days with them.

rarr!



I just thought this was too funny not to post up.

tak baik la lu, tak baik.

My imagination tends to run a little wild on its own, especially now that I'm living alone, in a foreign country. Every squeak and moan this pretty little house makes freaks the shit out of me.

Of course, it's no help that my new housemate, let's call him N, is as weird a dude as they come.

The first alarm bell started ringing when, 3 days into his occupancy, I noticed that he had a habit of locking his door whenever he so much as wanted to pee. Fyi, his room is right next to the toilet, so I can't for the life of me understand why he needs to spend more time locking the door, than he does standing over the bowl with his wee hanging loose.

Well, a guy can't be too careful about security I suppose. Me, I just leave my door gaping like a stupid kid with her mouth hanging low. Not, that kids are stupid. That's just a figurative expression.

I love kids, especially when they shut up.

Things started going down the hill when N started yakking to himself. When we're both in the same room. Technically, I could take it that I'm not a good conversationalist, but seriously! He could just talk to me right? Sure, his English isn't all that good, and my Japanese (did I mention he's from Japan?) is limited to brand names and food. Oh, and maybe the screamy sounds the porn stars make. But c'mon, surely he could do better than mouth off to the air right?

As if it couldn't get any worse, I then realised that he always seemed to pose a question to someone whenever he unlocked the door and entered his room. Of course, he would babble in good ol' Japanesey, but I always imagined him to be saying something like, "Why are you sitting there?"

Important Point: He's supposed to be alone in that room!

*shudders quietly*

The last straw? Every damn morning, I find myself being rudely awokened by the sounds of him slamming his door shut. And then slamming his door shut. And doing it again. And again. Like he was trying to close it but something wouldn't let him.

I realise as I'm typing this I'm actually looking around my room just in case. You can never be too careful with security, right?

Macam ada hantu kan? But oh how I kid myself. I am absolutely sure that there must be some perfectly normal reason for everything. N did reveal to me that he'd be living apart from his parents since high school, and he's now 40.

Imagine that, living alone for almost 30 years. Anyone who did that would probably be a few cards short of a full deck too.

But just in case, I'm showering with my back against the wall, and my eyes constantly scanning the perimeter of the toilets. Japanesey hantus have this unhealthy fetish for hanging out in toilets, it seems, and I'm not taking chances.

On the slight positive note though, Mei, my housemate, is back from her holiday in Melbourne! One more person to share the horror with me!

Also, if it helps, my Lebanese neighbours have a penchant for praying, and playing what sounds suspiciously like an Imam howling and yodelling religious verses, at extreme volumes.

Take that, Hanakao! I've got Jesus and Allah on my side. You're screwed, you.

omg lemme sleep


Seriously. Who on earth carries on house renovations after the sun sets? Who on earth does that, and feels the need the yell out songs in an incomprehensible language at the same time?

My neighbours. O how I love my neighbours on a day when I desperately need sleep.

As if that weren't enough, I have menopausal family members to deal with. Menopausal family members who conveniently forgot to take their drugs so they can make the best of their mood swings. And conveniently blame it on not having taken the drugs.

*gasp*

Is that the drill I hear now? Perfect. Just one more thing to add to my already bad mood.

tick tock tick tock

I swear my body hates me and is officially on a rebellion. I spent the entire semester fighting to get up in the morning for school. I had to set two separate alarms, morning calls, and all kinds of wake-me-up devices, all in the vain hopes that I wouldn't be cutting classes.

And now? It's the holidays, and my body automatically slaps me awake at 9am. NINE FRIGGING AM. Stupid birds are chirping outside (they deserve shotgun shots), people are merrily drilling whatever they are drilling next door. Cars are zipping by like it's the F1 circuit, and OMG WHY WON'T MY NEIGHBOUR'S KIDS STOP CRYING?

So there. I'm up, at 9am, with nothing better to do but stare blankly at my laptop screen.

Now I have to go take in the laundry.

stop it!

People. You people need to stop getting married! OMG. Why am I hearing so many reports of my friends getting married!?

This is totally disturbing. Like seriously.

No seriously. You people are getting married before 25. You're actually GETTING A HDB FLAT. You're planning for the wedding! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. I am only studying for a degree and half of you are planning the design of your houses already.

I'M GOING TO BE LEFT BEHIND ON THE SHELF. DO NOT EVEN THINK OF SHOWING OFF YOUR BABIES TO ME. I WILL SLAP YOU. All of you. And then curse of the pubor on you.

RAR~!

break that record

So it's been 30 hours, and 21 minutes (as of this sentence anyway).

Righto. Grey's, I hate you. I'm going to sleep before the sun rises completely and I uhh kinda melt in the heat of the sun's rays.

Polished my sharp teeth, check.
Spent all night chasing phantoms, check.
Accidentally ignored mom, check.

Great. She's going to officially kill me.

But it's okay. Sleep cures all. Please.

miserably awake

is how I would describe myself right now. I made the mistake of sleeping for the entire day yesterday, and now I'm paying for it, because I then spent the entire night awake.

Can you say, Vampire?

I did spend the night really well though. I burnt through half of season 2 of Grey's Anatomy. That, is just simply fantastic! If I keep up with this, I might actually finish my entire collection within the next two days!

But all this, is just preamble. The only reason why I'm typing right now, is to spell out my hatred for morning loving aussies.

Yes, all you bright cheery sunny happy bloody fools. I HATE YOU. I mean, I'm perfectly fine if you're happy in your own home, but seriously, do you have to take your happiness out to your yard, where I can HEAR you?

I want to burn your house down.

*sulk*

floodgates of indeterminate liability


I keep trying to remember who I'm talking to, and what you're like. But, as humans invariably do, I slip, and make mistakes.

And that's when I remember again, why I left home.


I keep telling myself, I should know better by now, that I should have mastered the right way to speak and the right way to text. I should have realised that politeness is number 1. I should never forget my place and status, because you remind me of it every time we talk. To say the right thing, to imply that you are inherently right and that I am not, should come naturally to me like breathing.

To be considerate about how you feel. I mean, there's nothing wrong with you spending my money, because well... it's only right.

So why do I still feel sore about it now?


This should be no harder than learning about 'indeterminate liability'. Because I know, there's always room for me to fall into that category, of possessing indeterminate liability, when it comes to you.

I should be thankful now, that at least you're leaving July's funds alone. That it will be kept safe for me, and it will be given to me, upon my return.

I should be feeling an endless wave of gratitude. Hallelujah and the whole she-bang.

So why is it I want to return, but not go home?


There's only so much I can take
And I've just got to let it go
And who knows? I might..
feel better.




If I don't try

and I don't hope.

Why you should choose the right job before you become a parent.





Really, do you want to be depicted like that?

time marches on as it will

And as a result, Gossip Girl has ended. Dammit! The next thing to end is House M.D., and that's completely annoying me, because one by one, my favourite tv shows are ending on me!

Hasn't the tv network given any thought to how empty my life will be? No more fictitious characters to fantasise over. No more quirky diseases to wiki (not... that I do that *smiles nervously*) about.

All I'm left with is what, work and studies? Like... how interesting could THAT possibly get?

tsk. Figures. Take away all my excitement and leave me with the drudgery.

*sulk*

*flaps wings*

On listening to Ms Carey.

Me: I know what's keeping me awake. Ms Carey going into ultrasound.

Zhan: I didn't know you were a bat.

O dear wat can the matter be

This is bad. Very, very bad.

I got hooked onto Grey's Anatomy by accident! I thought I would just collect all the episodes and slowly watch, but noooo. Last night I had to be itchy backside. Last night I had to watch until dawn.

As a result, my sleep patterns are completely screwed up again. It's fricking 2 in the morning, but I can't sleep, never mind that I have a class at 11.

Damn you, television.

吊起来卖。

I might actually have forgotten how fun that was.

Luckily two consecutive fridays of clubbing have reminded me of that exhilarating activity.

"Hey, you guys dance great!" <== the best reminder of all. Now let's see what else I can achieve with this newly remembered... skill. LOL

vulgar heart


It took a dream to wake me up. And I actually woke up laughing my head off out loud. I wonder what my housemates must've been thinking.

I dreamt that twinnie and I were conversing on the phone, and she was telling me excitedly about all the new things that her little baby brother had learnt from her! Of course, in reality she doesn't have a baby brother, and the baby brother in my dream, is actually my cousin. I don't know how he got related to twinnie. Hmm.

Well anyway... the point is, her baby brother then proceeded to perform for me. He said/sung three things.

1: "GONG XI GONG XI GONG XI NI YA GONG XI GONG XI GONG XI NI!!"

2: "ONE LITTLE TWO LITTLE THREE LITTLE INDIANS FOUR LITTLE FIVE LITTLE..."

and this takes the cake.

3: "GONG XI FA CAI ZAO SHENG CHEE BAI!"

O twinnie, you vulgar little girl.

mahu kawain sama gua?

i love you
jantung hati cinta ku sayang
hati ku goyang siang malam
terbayang bayang
tidor dan baring tak boleh tenang
makan dan minum tak dapat kenyang

quotable quote


Twinnie... on her throat.

★ jojo; "this just proves that ugliness is contagious." - Cheryl Eng. HAHAHAHAAHHA!!! says:
WHY IS EVERYTHING IN CAPS

melvyn \ nobody nobody but you *clap* *clap* *clap* says:
donno lei

★ jojo; "this just proves that ugliness is contagious." - Cheryl Eng. HAHAHAHAAHHA!!! says:
MY THROAT FEELS HORSE

dee; content. says:
HAHAHAHAH

melvyn \ nobody nobody but you *clap* *clap* *clap* says:
HORSE
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHA

dee; content. says:
shit man
this is damn funny

at the very end

there's nothing to say.

No tears that seek to overflow.

No revenge to get back at.

No rebound to bounce off.

There's just... nothing.

A little calm, a little peace, a little resetting of dusting off the old furniture.

I'm back in business, again.

Goodbye to you hey? All I used to dream off. But ahh I can't be stuffed to keep dreaming anymore. Live a good life, I know I will. And remember what you lost, even if you don't know it now.

go away please


So you say that word sticky like it doesn't mean a single thing in the world to you.

Screw off please you foul mouthed whore trash of a human being.

I don't need reminders, and I most certainly don't need you to insult me like that.

pms is a bitch


Espcially when the one PMS-ing is your bedroom.

To my lightbulb: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you turned on for so many hours without ever giving you respite. I'm truly and sincerely and unreservedly admitting this is my fault.

I shouldn't keep turning you off and on in the space of 20 seconds either. Nobody likes that happening to them. It'd just be a waste of hormo... I mean electricity.

Your final "PIACK!" must've been one hell of a blowout. Because you didn't come back on again.

Please O please Ms Lightbulb, spread yourself all over my room again.

we will whack you

A HongKonger recently related this story about parents from Hong Kong. Apparently, as a kind of nagging and scolding, they compare their kids, to Singaporean kids. It goes along the line of...

"YOU KIDS ARE SO LUCKY TO BE BORN IN HONG KONG! DO YOU KNOW... CHILDREN IN SINGAPORE GET BEATEN BY THEIR PARENTS, AND THEY DONT EVEN GET TO CHEW GUM?"

Practicality

Children, dear children.

It's great that you guys choose to think deep (or at least try) just because you're in Law now.

But at the bottom of your thought process, maybe you kids should always remember that no matter what you do, you should always include an element of practicality in your work, especially if you're given a matter, and then told to decide if it was in breach of some rule.

That's the problem you guys can't seem to grapple with. Faced with the blazing sun that is your degree, you can't see past it to the rest of the world, where your career lies.

And that makes it really difficult for Public Law Tuts to go on like that. Cos you'd think too deep, and always forget to check whether the law applies in the first place.

Basic rules, babies.

stopstopstop

will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot will stop being an idiot

let me entertain you, sucker.



Cos I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really wanna mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second

I was fine before you walked into my life

Cos you know it's over, before it began
Keep your drink just gimme the money
Its just U n Ur hand tonight

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O how I love thee, Pink, on the days I'm angry and need a little bitch to cool down, forget, and remember myself.

i had a shopping orgasm

while shopping at Foodland (the local equivalant of NTUC)

It has been an amazing day! I bought so many things!

Like chilli, ginger, tupperware, meat, chicken.

I totally have to back to foodland more often!!!

Nothing like a good bout of money spending to get me back in the mood.

Twinnie, you watch out. I'll match your la senza spree.

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In other news, Zh just read something fantastic to me.

"After struggling to see the unseeable, growing drunk with the endeavour to span the infinite, and writhing before the inscrutable mystery, it is a renovating relief to turn to some simple, feelable, weighable substance; to something which has a smell and a colour, which may be handled and turned over this way and that."

-"The Story Of An African Farm" by Olive Schreiner

Isn't it fantastic? Describing exactly, the reason for retail therapy. Or any other form of recreational... activity, I subscribe to.

bodoh?



I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes
You still despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come true
But then I think I'll wait until the evening
gets late
And I'm alone with you

The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

heh.

I BE CLEANING NAZI.

I can't stand the oiliness of the stove.
I can't stand how sticky the tables are.
I can't stand how smelly the toilet is.
I can't stand how fogged the mirror is.
I can't stand how disgusting the floor mat is.

And so.

I cleaned the stove.
I wiped the tables. Three times just to be sure.
I washed the toilet, twice. Because one is never enough.
I wiped the damn mirror.
The mat is now in the dustbin, where it belongs.

And all the while, my housemate meekly moves about the house while I tear it apart.

I'm not anal retentive!
I just like a clean environment to live in, even if it means washing like crazy.

Jif, is my new best friend. She smells clean, and makes things look spotless.

My toilet bowl is now spotless, and shiny.
My sink is shiny too. So is the tap.

Newly Shiny Ceramic Bowl of Glory. O How I Love Thee.

As a small sidenote: I guess I truly have to thank my time in the military service for instilling in me a sense of how low I cannot go. For helping me survive in an alien environment with no one to depend on but myself.

I can miss all the people in the world, but that's just useless. They're all way back in Sunny Sg. And what good would it do if all I could do was mope about and look at photos and letters and presents and sulky emoticons?

On a monday I'm waiting, and tuesday, I am Fading.

No no melvy. That just wouldn't work at all.
And so I move on.
And so I remind myself why I am here again.
And so I tell myself why I left everything behind.
And so I repeat to myself that nothing can stand in my way of that degree.
Nothing. Nothing at all.

Except maybe that emoticon.

household fun!

or not.

I got excited over spices today. Like, OMG THEY HAVE THESE SPICES HERE TOO I CAN COOK *insert name of weird dishes*!

And, to think I was actually half tempted to buy the pestle and mortar so I could like, pound my chilli. T'would totally be a Little Nyonya moment if anyone caught me squatting at my backyard merrily pounding away.

Now to prepare dinner.

getting ready

it's almost time for that big goodbye.

a little happy.
a little angry.
a little unwilling.

but it'll happen anyway.

quotable quotes

My mother, about our FCUK erm, shopping orgasm, in Adelaide.

"WAH. THAT F.U.C.K. BRAND REALLY CHEAP HOR?"

sis where are you?

Sis, this post goes specially out to you. I'm about to sms you my new phone number after this, unless you've already seen it on facebook.

I miss you like a lot a lot too. I wanted to hug you one last time before I left, but I guess I ran out of time. And probably also because we'd be crying together.

Take care of yourself okay? And dont burn yourself out doing concerts and studying. Take time out to relax. Always remember that.

I still want to see you alive kicking and in great shape when I return come November. Remember, we still have our photo shoot together!

Oh yeah. I decided. The photo album is probably going up the wall at my new home. I'll give you my address too so that you can MAIL ME STUFF muahaha.

Oh, and about jurlique, no problems. I found the shop on my first day there already so it's hardly a problem. =)

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU you stupid idiot. hmph.

Alive and Kicking

Hello world. I'm all alive and sound in Adelaide. The flight was good. Good considering I watched Batman, Batman 2, and some Nights In Rodanthe movie.

I also ermer... shed a tear or two, cos I miss everyone so much.

Well.. I'll be uploading photos as and when I can, but nothing yet.

Generally the people are nice and friendly. I'm also getting that asian stare that every asian seems to possess. Like, *STARE!*. lol. That's as best as I can describe it.

There are cafes on every corner. I'm so getting fat.

I'm going to be living on Bailey Street, St Mary's. Sounds so cute right? Ha!

It's cold. I can't imagine winter. I shall die when it arrives. My landlady is japanese and so are my 2 housemates! I shall intro them to sambal belachan and turn them into little nyonyas and babas. =)

That's all for now. Internet costs a bomb.

I love you all!

这是一首简单的小情歌
唱着人们心肠的曲折
我想我很快乐当有你的温热
脚边的空气转了

这是一首简单的小情歌
唱着我们心头的白鸽
我想我很适合当一个歌颂者
青春在风中飘着

你知道就算大雨让这座城市颠倒
我会给你怀抱
受不了看见你背影来到
写下我度秒如年难捱的离骚
就算整个世界被寂寞绑票
我也不会奔跑
逃不了最后谁也都苍老
写下我时间和琴声交错的城堡

I would translate thie song, but I think I don't have time right now.
Maybe, after I've landed.
It's just an amazing song, by an amazing singer.

final frontier

In a few hours time, my little dream is finally put to a rest.

You don't have to work so hard either. Can have the rest you finally have before this coming Friday. Something tells me you're going to need the energy, given all your inquisitive questions today at Haagen Dazz.

Our little escape is almost complete.

It's just... why did it have to be an escape? Ha.

to anyone who's read below, do you understand why i've never invited you to my house? it's because no one in my house gives a fuck who you are.

to anyone who's read below, do you understand why my parents don't know you rname? it's because they do'nt fucking care.

to anyone who had their outing with me suddenly cancelled, it's because the night before i came back late. i'm sorry i'm so inconsiderate in keeping time that i have to cancel with my outing the next day, because i can't go out for more than one day because there's an obscure scale of balances to keep to, like... one day go out, one day stay at home. BUT JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN"T KNOW, MRS LEE SAYS, TODAY IS TODAY, YESTERDAY IS YESTERDAY, so therefore, staying home for tuesday and going out for wednesday is wrong, BECAUSE tuesday is tuesday and wednesday is wednesday, so tuesday, does not make up for wednesday. fuck all of you who disagree, who are you to disagree? is your surname lee? are you her child? no right? so fuck you.

mommy and daddy please don't say anymore i've held it in for 23 years please don't say anymore already please i cannot already mommy please dont do this to me already i cannot already. please please plaseplaseplase.

lessons to note please.

to all my friends, mr and mrs lee say, fuck you.

if you have any problems, please note that our son, mr melvyn lee, has a response time period from 9am, to probably well, ANY TIME WE SO FUCKING WISH. anytime we think is too late is too fucking late.

if you have any problems. girlfriend problems, boyfriend problems... fuck off. my son, needs my permission before you talk to him.

if you want to talk to me about such problems can. but please.... my parents say fuck you. can see time properly a not? i need to be home so that i don't go home late. i don't want to cause my parents to lose confidence in me because i go home late. mr and mrs lee say, if i show concern to you, is fine, but please, beyond 11pm, please call my parents for permission to talk to me okay? if not, yo'ure being fucking inconsiderate for keeping me up beyond my sleeping time.

as long as i'm at home, it's okay. but if you come over, you are fucking inconsiderate to bring your problems to my home. so fuck you, you uninvited guest, okay?

please. anything, go thru them. i have had enough of them losing confidence in me. how come you have problems, it ends up being me not ending up with a degree? how come if you cannot get together with a girl, or if you and a guy cannot stay together, i cannot end up with a degree?




















how come i have to watch out for your needs when your wife stays up at night? how come it's my fault. please, i'm sorry dad. i'm sorry i didn't watch out for you.

to all my future friends in australia, mr and mrs lee say, fuck you. dont imagine for a second that just becasue their son is in adelaide, they dont know what their son is doing. as far as they are concerned, you are fucking satan. you are the fucking snake that led eve to sin.

YOU KNOW THAT. ALL YOU FUCKING SINNERS OUT THERE. ALL OF YOU SHOULD BURN IN HELL BECAUSE YOU EXIST.

i'm sorry zhan. i cared too much beyond midnight because you're hurt. i'm sorry nad and azi. i cannot meet with you because i cared for zhan beyond midnight and i forget everything has a deadline.

i'm sorry. because as a law student, i should know. because i've learnt the law, everything action has its reaction.







when a parent asks why i stink of smoke, it's because they're concerned if i went back to smoking. it's not because i really stink of smoke, it's because, well, they are CONCERNED IF I STARTED AGAIN, never mind if i really stink of smoke or not.

To all my smoker friends, mr and mrs lee say, fuck you. like everyone who needs ot burn in hell, you do, too. because you exist.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm really sorry for being like that. but i have to please them. because they are paying more than 100k for my education. if you break up with anyone, so what? did you pay for my uni? if you kill yourself, i'll pay 10 for white gold, but did you pay for my uni? no. my parents did. so that's that. 100 fucking k. you pay me that much, and you tell my parents that i can hang with you to 1am okay?

please take note. i'm sorry.

you're fired!

Or not. I resigned from my job!

I actually resigned!

Well, a part of me didn't want to go. A very nice part of me.

But seriously. Damn. It's 11days to my departure. I better quit.

an zhua wah su ka lang kan na jin sa lah an neh kwan?

an zhua pat eh lang eh ta por peng you di wai kok pun eh sai survive, an zhua wan mah xiang an neh kwan buay sai?

knnbccb.

like damn fucking hard like that.

kewt larz

Jadon (the cuzzie~!!), on wanting to play with sparklers:

"Kor Kor Melvyn, can you teach me how to be brave? I want to play with sparklers. Can you play with me?"

*puppy dog eyes*

How could I say no?

omg it's the end of the world!

Me: QUACKQUACKQUACKQUACK

Dawn: RARRR!

Me: you are duck. you cannot RARRR!

Dawn: I can lor.

Dawn: I am monster duck.

*screams and runs and hides from evil reindeer chewing duck*

**UPDATE**

Dawn: It's like mighty morphin power rangers.

Me: Where is the link????

Dawn: mighty morphin power duck

Dawn: teet teet teet teet teet teet

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Twinnie, I bet you won't believe Dawn did all that.

Lights, camera now you're on.



We are the crowd
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans
Your watch glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I

I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi

I'll be your girl
Backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah cause you'll know
I'm staring between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt
Yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry
But with teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is cherry pie
'Cause you know that baby I

I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi

omg huggles melts orgasms

For all her perverted ways, my Twinnie is still a walking tin of condensed milk. (READ: Sweet la.)

Twinnie: This is v random.

Twinnie: but i thought of it this morning.

Twinnie: okay not exactly thought but more like randomly prompted to tell you.

Twinnie: that i love you for who are, not things you do or what you think you should do for everyone etc.. but just simply for who you are

Isn't she just about the sweetest thing?

Then of course, reality kicks in.

Twinnie: OMG I AM SO SWEET! QUICK! ORGASM!

santa! she's been naughty!

Proof that Twinnie has been irrevocably transformed into a Terror.

Twinnie: OMG

Twinnie: I'm eating Strawberry Kit Kat from Japan.

Twinnie: Damn shiok.

Twinnie: orgasms!

I've had enough

Please. No more.

New Years Resolution: Please, just let me get out.

fool me twice, shame on me.

No. No. No. Not Now. I cannot deal with this.

It's 35 days.

Just 35 fucking days before I have to get out of this place.

Why is it I cannot have any kind of luck? was 2008 not bad enough?

I dont need this turmoil now to kick my ass like that. It's not something I can end here and leave here and keep it buried here no it's going to haunt and follow me right there. I dont want to deal with this i cannot deal with this omg wtf wtf wtf.

If you dont pity him, why can't you pity me?
All I needed was thirty ive days.
Was that too hard to give?
But you don't know that.
It's not your fault.
It's mine.
Mine.
Mine.

Shme. On. Me.