Friday, August 1
9:30 PM ♥

That's the movie I want to watch.

3:58 PM
The gates of hell swings open today, they're all over the place. First day of the hungry ghost festival and I've already met a ghost before dawn even descended. Ghost of my past, that is.

The recognition in your eyes sent chills up and down my spine yet my skin felt blazed where you set your eyes upon.

I think I'm making myself ill with stress.

-

On a happier note, let's go back in time...to this morning.

7:00 AM
(note: I'm not suppose to be awake until an hour later)
drifting between sleep and consciousness, I heard Nic say, "Eh your letter, I open ah." In the next instant, I was rudely jolted out of snooze state by Nic's squeals of excitement and "good morning" was a blur of lanky arms flailing and a letter thrust in my face.

"What, what, WHAT!?" and then, "OH. MY. GOD."

A few minutes of weird victory dance followed. Then Nic gave me the usual 'peck, goodbye, see you later, scurries out the door', and I, clutching the letter, drifted back to sleep.

8:36 AM
Naturally, I woke up late.

The first thing that came into my mind was, "Fuck, I'm late! Nic, you didn't call me!!!" BUT, instead of jumping out off bed and into the shower, I took my phone and text Nic: "Poo never call me!? I'm lateee! Haha!" Not the wisest move and it sure makes you wonder if words like 'punctuality'and 'urgency' exist in my dicitionary.

Text sent, I still didn't hit the showers. I laid in bed dazed, then turned my attention to the letter. (smiling like a goofball the whole time) Cliché as it may sound, I had to pinch myself. This morning felt strange, the letter feels strange, the contents in the letter, even stranger. If I read the letter over and over again, will the contents in it change? It's a thin line between imaginary and the real, and sometimes I don't trust myself to distinguish between the two.

"Congratulations for doing well in your studies."

Ohmygod, I got a scholarship?!?

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Thursday, July 24
5:07 PM ♥

Nothing short of awesome.


See those fishes feeding off me? (actually, those are Sweetie Seah's legs, you can only see the beginning of my fat feet.) So I was saying, they chewed off my right big toe.
Really?! No, not really. Nic's idea of therapy soon became mine too.
I want fishies eating me, I like fishies eating me!

Why is there an ugly black triangle on the upper left corner?
(Took me a minute to decide if that was left or right. Hahaha!)

It looks like _ _ _(fill in the blanks)_ _ _.

If you have the same warped sense of humour and imagination as I do, you'd know, sure as the sky is blue. If you don't, give it up. It's better that way.

This entry is senseless but life doesn't make sense. So, make do.

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Tuesday, July 15
2:51 PM ♥

wanted.
No walk-in interview required.



Hola! One of the assignments in my design class is to design a magazine cover and my inspiration sprouts from my favourite local Juice magazine. Your task is easy, just tell me which you like best.

Yours truly.
As random as flowers in your hair.

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Saturday, June 28
12:03 AM ♥

If you were a kiss, I know I'll be a hug.


Through this I realized that I like balloons, and yards of endless plain pastures; and I prefer cloudy days (second to stormy days but The little sticker book didn't include raindrops and lightning bolts) over sunny days. And that I will be contented living with just one cat and two bumble bees.

A picturesque description of paradise.
Create your own with The Little Small Sticker Book by ~snut

Have fun!

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Friday, December 7
12:07 PM ♥

Tiger flies, too.

Hello Singapore!

A quickie before I walk through Gate 4 and onboard the plane to Hainan, China. Where the weather is nice and cool at a constant 16°C and the diet of the people consists of 'cardboard pau', live fish and decomposing chicken. Ahh...the pinnacle of fine gourmet food indeed! The mere thought of that just sends me into a salivating frenzy, yeah right. I'm practically foaming at the mouth.

God, help.

I'm queasy and my stomach's bloated from too much champagne. My head throbs and I threaten to release a fart anytime soon. Whooops, that's my flight! Before I run, mucho love and misses to UglyBetty & Co and Nic love, of course. Ohmy, I feel the tears stinging the walls of my eyes already. Sniffles. Choke. I'm an emotional wreck.

iloveYOU! Ahhh, gotta run run run!


-Bell, reporting live from Budget Terminal.

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Sunday, June 10
6:54 PM ♥

I feel like a pretty old lady.

How did you interpret that?

Was it, "I feel pretty as an old lady" or "I feel pretty old, like an old lady"?

-

I'm back after spending 3D/2N out at sea. I returned to dry land this morning 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1kg heavier (1 kg for each meal I had), $100 buckaroos poorer, ½ a tone darker and burnt despite having slapped on an inch of SPF50 sunblock. You decide if I had a good time.

The sun is an assassin sent by some walleyed aliens to incinerate us, I tell you. I'm not feeling as good as one is supposed to feel after a getaway (i.e. Holiday). I find myself in a state of malaise instead, which is discomforting in every sense. I entered Casino as a dilettante and didn't like it. Probably because I blew what could've been my GSS (Great Singapore Sale) money within 20 minutes. I spent my time watching those with shortlived smiles, whose face contorts into a rictus every time their bets are 'eaten'. The latter being more often.

Moving on to the present now, I updated. Now I need to get acquainted with the pile of notes sitting nice and snug smug on the table. I have a test tomorrow and I have nothing in my mind that is relevant to it. Hooray!

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Sunday, April 29
9:56 PM ♥

I love you because you would almost always oblige whenever I ask for a piggy-back ride.

When this dewy-eyed puffball stared up at us from its hiding place inbetween
some pots and bricks, our hearts literally melted. He's a cat that thinks he's a dog!
Like Patch at home. Oooh, Patch. I'll tell you bout Patch boy another day.

So now I'm a mother of a pot of Orchid (I don't even know its scientific name). And I'll play nanny to this other pot of Orchid my neighbour gave us if Cheryl and Charlene allows. (:

I don't think Orchids come under "easy-for-beginners", "easy-to-grow," or "easy-to-care-for" but I'm gonna try. We're talking try keeping the life in it, put aside flowering and all that ambitious chickenshit.

I've heard about talking to plants. I'm gonna do exactly that when nobody's within earshot. Ha! Plead with them to grow as they would in other homes, promise to love, honor, and take care of them. I'll touch them - maybe bonding would help!

I'm almost desperate to succeed in changing the color of my thumb from brown to green. But that isn't directly saying that I'm starting a greenhouse here.

There's only one little persistent problem. I have this nagging feeling that I'm not born with just 2 "brown thumbs" but also 8 "brown fingers", to be exact. If I ever succeed in changing my thumbs from brown to green, that just means "2 down, 8 more to go".

Now, that's taxing on patience and everything I have.

All in all, I'm happy with the latest acquisition so it's been a good weekend, albeit a tiring one with canteen 'labour' at church and the hot hot heat.

I'm going to feed myself, before this euphoria flips over, and I start getting all worried and sad.

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