Then 7 AM go to Bursary collect $800, and I sat at the edge and there was this girl who was playing with her loose baby tooth.
Then rushed to work. Late. 10.30 AM. Saw LeeCheng and Lewis, they are so like happy and stuff.
AND. I went to town impromptu with Standley Roseanne and Ferooze to eat dinner at JustAcia it was so nice and I taught them that condoms have a correct side to them.
Then I went to sleep in public?
Huh so embarrassing.
How I’m being invited to a countdown so I have to go do my stuff.
Who else feels as emotionally lost as I do. Maybe it’s the boredom that’s just creeping up on my very neck, maybe it’s the guilt that I burden now, since I’ve done suspicious wrongs in the past.
What do I deserve? I toss and turn around in my bed. My usual insomnia. But why! I can’t help but think, then somewhere between the deep thoughts of my personal haven… I am emotionally lost.
I am disconnected within myself.
How do I find a reason to believe in me, what I don’t believe in myself.
How do I torture what I need not, to get faith in my own status.
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How do I not flourish within my gardens of which
Apples, they grow not. Instead, the jade vines creep, but
How. I do not reason.
My garden is dying a death even though it’s dead.
Where my compost that is joy, cannot fertilise what I need to grow my flowers upon.
Hello to all, it’s a wonderful Christmas Eve. The Christmas of 2007! Oh shit, and 2008 is just next week. And more importantly, the student internship thing. Oh. Panic panic.
Happy birthday to all the people whose birthdays are in December, by the way. Hugs and kisses.
I’m in an unusually festive mood right now. I’m scared. I hate feeling festive. I’m way too old to enjoy any special occasion any more.
I’m alone at home now.
Blogging. Trying to.
Hmm.
Merry Christmas to me. I’ll just turn on the switch to my imaginary Christmas tree in the living room and enjoy a bowl of Christmas soup by myself beside my imaginary Christmas fireplace where (imaginary, no duh) Santa will come down from.
Hello all. It’s been a long time since I blogged because of the mood I’m in lately.
Nowadays I sleep beyond 4 AM. Shock la. And yesterday, I slept at 5 AM, just to wake up at 7 for work.
Oh speaking of work.
There were 3 power failures today. And customers would go, “Oooohhhhh….” like some kind of disappointed mob choir. And I hate that the lack of Vitamin A in my body would cause me to go night-blind. Hate it so much. Not to mention today, I put on the contact lens in my left eye inverted, so it felt weird, though it posed no harm. Just some discomfort was all.
And I’ve also heard from external sources that Charmain is wearing…
A gold ribbon around her neck.
Like, what?
So daring!
GOLD RIBBON?
Wah! Wanna compete, har? Hahahahaha. I only wore red and black. Nothing as grand as gold. Someone apparently went ribbon shopping.
I thought it was only sweet little innocent virgin boy sluts like me who wear ribbons around our necks to show our slender necks to those vampire chasers. Mmhmm. And if a girl wears a ribbon, it’s OK.
I’m slowly getting familiar-y with all the “new birds” at work, if that’s what a manager tells me.
Hahaha. I am so at a loss of words to speak.
Oh yeah. That day I went to Heeren and Standley and I saw Darren. We always see Darren at Heeren. Because it rhymes!! OMG I have nothing to blog about.
I’m just not gay any more. It’s like. Oh. I still look at guys from here to there. But I haven’t had a relationship or a one night Read the rest of this entry »
Hello to the world that doesn’t read my blog. Hooray. Today I was at the bookshop, and I decided to spent a bit of money ($1.40 is really a bit) to get some black ribbon.
Wow. And Roseanne helped me cut the pubic hairs off and now I have a nice roll to wrap around my neck. Oh goodness, it’s so insanely goth. I don’t know whether I’m kissing goodbye to the red one for good, but a lot of people have suggested black, so here I go.
Wish me luck all.
Public Speaking wasn’t all what I expected it to be. Instead from other schools, everyone is from Design. Block teaching, you guessed it. Jeff knows. That’s his name. I can say he’s an expert at the subject, and Read the rest of this entry »
I change. I turn 18. I blog differently. We will all start blogging differently some time in our lives. It’s just so — like my Creative Writing lecturer used to teach us. Just so stories.
I’m pretty scared for tomorrow’s Public Speaking class. Firstly, it’s at IT-school, unfamiliar territory (well, almost, apart from me eating ITAS canteen) but I wish I see 5 or 6 familiar faces. Making friends all over again leh. Hmph. That’s the downfall about CDS : takes you away from your already-so-uncomfortable comfort zone and places you with strangers from 4 other schools.
I can see you are responding well. A bit nerve wrecking. Oh and the freaking introductions. I am shy lar please. Call me Ed.
Today, met 2 primary school friends just by accident. And we boarded the train together, and I made fun of a guy’s white armpit hair and everyone now knows that I cannot be a gardener because I cannot trim bushes ;).
I also think that people who Para at Zone-X at Dhoby are nooby. That’s not to say that Tampines Para people aren’t. DDR looks boring to me, but people without fail, manage to break into a hot sweaty rampage of dancey goodness.
Dancing game rocks. Even Audition!!! It’s been a long long time since I played that. Lol. My love for K Pop never dies. YALOR, HOW CAN MAC SUPPORT THE GRAPHIC ACCELERATION!!! ONLY WINDOWS CAN PLAY GAMES…
This is the reason why I play Runescape instead, this wonderful piece of Java smelly belly.
And my Prepress, I’m too afraid to touch because my ambition scares me.
I told you I saw a primary school girl just now. She told me I really changed. I think I was a very silent mousey mousey type of sissy boy … and oh Lord, I got bullied and cried. I’m so… Read the rest of this entry »
because I cannot trim 
