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Friday, March 27, 2009

sigh. didnt find any nice phone. no offense but i think nokia phones are totally boring. my mom was insisting on buying a nokia phone -admittedly they are very user-friendly until the phone reaches its ten month of usuage and then it goes downhill.

anyways i was reading an article on msnbc when i came across this. i mean like WTFF???http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29841699/ => student suspended for passing gas in bus
-.-
and then further down in the article it mentions a student was arrested for breaking wind in class last november. what is the world coming to?? everyone passes gas. its not a very nice habit or anything but it tends to happen. so what?

what we could have been, 3:08 pm.

YAY. gonna get a new phone today hopefully. my mom's finally convinced my phone is beyond resurrection when it hanged yesterday and she was bombarded with missed calls from my then hanged phone. =D
problem is all the phones available are kinda sucky and the only one which i have a love-hate, as opposed to an all-hate, relationship with costs at least 500 to 700 depending on which mobile line i trade in with.

anyways. went out with mich and WJ on wednesday. and no, mich isnt a lightbulb. she's my super hyper best friend. and WJ's our.. erm... un-high, grumpy spectator who makes sure we get home in one piece. =D
anyhoos. had the drinking competition again. apparently it happens every wednesday or so. and one thing mich and WJ agree on is that i cant drink. -.-''' great. that's what i get for being the baby member of our group. so this weird cheekopeh uncle beat mich and WJ. he's like mich last week sia. just gulp down the beer as though its water but i think he needed to puke by the time he reached the 3rd cup. oh well. drunkard.
mich and i keep singing the same songs until i've memorized parts of her chinese songs and her; my english songs. hahaha. i told her the only other way i recall songs is when i'm super duper scared/nervous so she decided that if we go to escape theme park she'll make me ride the cadbury ride in order to hear me sing a chinese song. (hint: leanne, do you remember when i started singing that f4 song on that blardy ride? i think we were p5 or p6 then. hahah!)

what we could have been, 11:23 am.
Sunday, March 15, 2009

omg. i had this creepiest, weirdest dream ever!! okay. so basically in the recesses of the darkest, most twisted part of my brain, my imagination managed to churn out a horror movie/nightmare/storyline. and to think i was only capable of doing historical or minor supernatural or romance stories.
so now i'm in the midst of re-writing the entire nightmare into a story. the only thing i dont quite like about it is that its very hollywood horror. not the japanese/thai horror which leaves me almost peeing in my pants and terrified to use the toilet at night. heck, even the singapore ghost movie, the maid, had me freaked. (mainly the house the movie took place was just opposite my primary sch and i optimistically watched it before i went back to visit)

what we could have been, 12:35 pm.
Sunday, March 08, 2009

arghx. i'm super super addicted to ragnarok the animation! i blame it all on WJ. its his fault for introducing me to it. he still loves to play the game, ro, so when he found this show, he watched it like NEARLY ALL THE TIME. and that got me hooked on it.
i stayed up until five sodding am because i was totally addicted and i couldnt stop watching. watched until episode 14 already. and now my hands are itching to write an illuga/yuufa fanfic. ye gods.
anyways can hear my sis and her friend gossiping and bitching about stuff. its quite entertaining while i'm waiting for the episodes to load. p.s. her friend's laughter is scary. it's a mixture of a mad woman and well.. mad woman. yeah. hahahah.

what we could have been, 9:58 pm.
Saturday, March 07, 2009

lately i've been feeling rather restless. listless. i've been having dreams, sorta, visions about the past, and some, the future.
its like this relentless call from my heart. tugging at my already weakened resolve. pulling at my heart strings. my resistance is crumbling. something in me longs to return to this whatever. its a siren call straight to my heart. would i be the unsuspecting victim in the long run?

what we could have been, 1:05 am.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009

what can i say? i'm really lacking inspiration to write on my blog. thank god that my inspiration for fictional writing is hothothot. especially since i'd gotten a new muse. Rei-rei, i love you! i'm forever indebted to you!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D
okay. i'm high. heh.
i've been writing yaoi stories. yes, YAOI. as in man on man. GAY. yes. and although i have a hard time writing yaoi romance, i'm loving every minute of it. its an arduous task trying to write about it but the end result has me all gushy. find me on FF.net!

what we could have been, 2:23 pm.

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