this is mad but i'm back here and i'm at work. so much stuff has happened, so many things that we have gone through. we are all but a memory. the social constructions in our minds.

i used to write better with the many emotions, conflicting ones actually. so does that mean that I am a happier person as my flair for writing is gone?
(maybe it was never there)

i haven't been here for awhile..there are some people who don't know about my new blog, and i don't intend to publicise it anyway. truthfully it's sad that i lost friends along the way that don't seem to come back anymore. or i guess it's trust issues, or just because i am not worthwhile as a friend. to you if i have tried to explain myself i would say that i have treated you as a friend and i understand how friendships are difficult to come by.certainly we may have started out on a wrong note, i may have been bitchy at the start, but i don't put on pretence for THAT long.
it really bugs me.it does.i don't like to be hated or disliked, who does?
i mean if i don't like you i would say it. like the stupid pigass crass whatever shit head i bitch about her almost everyday.although someone said im falling for her trick but thanks you make my life more enjoyable because i get to bitch about you. although i tried to give some people face cos of connections blablabla but it just makes my blood BOIL when i try to subdue it.i mean right, if you really don't like someone, why pretend to be nice and all? the first time pigass crass talked to me after some incident i immediately looked at another and gave that WTF face? and ohman you can even dine infront of me all smiley WTF?!?!?!?!?!

i admit i love to bitch about people and due to certain reasons at the start i may be damn mean, but i would say through time most of these people that i really talk to, after a while my opinion will change and i certainly take them as my friends. if i bother to explain means i care.

REALLY.and this really bugs me.
okay END OF RANT.

i will always feel the same

says:
machiam ppl queue 36 hrs for iphone
u just thought
aisehs
ppl queue so long
m
must be poower
okay
limbu go queue too
then end up
mmmmm. says:
limbu
HAHAHHHAHA
says:
WALAO! LImBU GOT IT SIA!!
but then chill la
mmmmm. says:
wah why you like that
says:
now antenna chui
haha
no lahs i just tell u
sometimes
dont too into something
u give it more value then it deserve
then u feel that cos the value so high
mmmmm. says:
this is going onto my old blog
says:
u need protect it more than normal
mmmmm. says:
hahahhaa
says:
then in the end
u kick ur own butt nia
i see u friend

i've shifted to wordpress.


love this song!!!!!!!!!!

just had to blog because i'm bored and i've been in hongkong since 26th june 2010 (with one week spent in taiwan).hmmmmmmm.

chicken rice at chatterbox at mandarin orchard with william (atas shit)and sherlyn

I lived with my grandparents since young at a block opposite my home now. Life was just the three of us, plus my aunt who wasn’t married then. My grandfather would cook; it was his responsibility since he was a cook on a ship. My grandmother would do some sewing and stitching, or actually more of the manual work – washing and bringing out the rice to sun (didn’t know for what). My grandfather would bring me home from school after I went to primary school, and before that it was my grandmother who did that. I recall once where she shouted and ran after this school bus where a student actually fell out of the back of the vehicle.

My grandfather was the source of my increased pocket money and other indulgences such as tidbits. Until now I don’t understand how he could find me in primary 2, where I skipped abacus class, an after school activity, and I was in my friend’s house.

Only until few days back that I found out my grandparents were a loving couple. All along while living with them they were fighting over ten cents (in hainanese) and my grandfather (who was the cool one) could not be bothered as my loud grandmother shouted at him. Although, there was once he scolded her back and that was scary.

At his wake, it was when I heard his stories, about how he brought my dad and aunts to movies, how he shared fish with the neighbours, how he made money cooking on a ship and even set up a mini gambling table. Apart from the stories, I thought about death, about life, about how death is the destination. I thought about whether I will forget my grandfather. My grandmother passed away in 2007, took me so long to get over it. Yet now, the memories of her seem to be fading, will I forget my days with my grandfather?

Seeing my grandparents “staying” side by side now, reminds me of the days in the old apartment. I told someone once that i love my grandparents the most, and i think it still stands true. I hope they are happy (I know they are happy) wherever they are. And like what someone said, it should be a celebration instead of mourning, because he lived a long fulfilling life.

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serves singapore's best chocolate cake !

I love the rain, especially at night. The tranquillity of it all. The perfect weather. The cool breeze, minus the flooding of course. The sudden downpour reminded me of how i like rainy days.. i think about cuddling under the covers to feel warm. I like the sound of raindrops. I remember how my mom and i waited in the car for dad at night. It was raining, The Platters was playing on the radio and i saw how the raindrops on the window screen formed shadows on my arm. I like how everything seems to stop when it rains.

chuck: we have to see this through to the end
blair: this is the end chuck

on sat @ sharon's bday, and before that, sentosa




HURHUR.

day out with feifei!!! little part one cafe @ thomson, marina sq, esplanade!





ACT CUTE.hahahahhahaa.