things are just so different now.


i refuse to believe in evolution because of my inablilty to adapt.


next couple of weeks are gonna be pretty darn busy.


lots of cca shit going on.


and it doesnt help that i have discovered Heroes. (thanks Roy)



my finances are depleting at a really scary weight, maybe its time to don the tight,bright orange polo top and start selling some vouchers again.


time, i don't think i have much of it.


gawddd this sucks. being totally bored and totally busy at one go.



can't seem to strike any form of a balance in my life.


balance, scales.


i tip the scales at 83kg. fuck.



gym today left me with a backache. should start learning to use the equipment without pulling a muscle.



ok this has been a totally random post.


back to Heroes: Episode 4. :)

whoever put the mcm peeps into classes must have something against me.



fuck.


T201, here i come.


bye T104/T109.


)))):



IF YOU ARE READING AND YOU ARE FROM T201, PLEASE TAG!

hello! im back from malaysia.


have been there for 4 days.




bet you didn't even notice that i was gone.

grandma was up from 3am and didnt sleep a wink until 10.30pm just now.


the colour was back in her face, she was smiling and joking and walking around.


nothing like yesterday at all.



thats how much difference a packet of blood made.




MAKE A DIFFERENCE: DONATE BLOOD.

the doc says its an infection.



yes, thanks alot.


like an infection of WHAT?

what caused it?

can you return her her energy and appetite?

can you give her life back to her?




you plunge the needle so many times into her pale arm to draw blood.

make her remove her clothes in the cold X-ray room.

give her many bitter pills and vile syrups.

leave her shivering in an observation ward with no proper bed, surrounded by nurses who don't understand hokkien, not allowing us to stay with her and forcing us to spend a night in the A&E.





and you tell us its an infection.


thanks, that is so fucking helpful.

grandma is back in hospital.



only this time, she arrived in an ambulance.




fuck.

hi all.


this is a gentle reminder.



to remind everyone out there,



that











it DOESN'T HAVE TO BE CHINESE NEW YEAR TO PLAY MAHJONG.



so get your unemployed asses out of the house and let's kai tai!


(n_n)

hello!



quotation of the day:

"What's fucked-up can only get worse." (Cheak, 2007)



falalalala...

GENTING-CUM-KL TRIP HOOOOOOOOO!



term results out LATER TODAY.


Frankly my dear, i don't give a damn.



what's changed?
well,

everything.

broke.

tired.

smelly.

SICK.



welcome to my miserable existence!

on a lighter note, after visiting Lav's granny in hospital, we went to East Point.


in the past, people gauged a person's wealth by the size of his girth.


we discovered the secret to wenting's.


she owns an accessories shop in East Point!



and she, being a narcissist, named the shop after herself.

















gawwdddd...

how sick of self-love can someone be?


oh btw while i was snapping photos of the sign, the salesgirls were staring at me as if they havent seen a hot guy before.

hahahaha.

first time i shouted at my father in more than a year.



sounds like a remarkable feat
but not really when you bear in mind that i havent exactly spoken to him much within this year.

fucking pig and his hog fucking tried to fuck with my ahma's mind.

as if kicking me out wasnt enough,

as if making her worry for my well-being isn't enough.

now they try and make her think that i have turned so far away from Christianity that i'm reciting sutras and burning incense.


they had no qualms about letting ahma's thoughts run wild for weeks until i came.

no qualms about going to any length to FUCK UP MY LIFE.

she was genuinely ANGRY with me.

all because they uttered some nonsense about repetitive chanting brainwashing me.


like WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?

stupidest shit i have ever heard of in my life.

and the best part?

ahma bought the whole story.



despite all that you have done to me and my sisters in the name of Christ, i'm not about to shave my head and take a vow of celibacy.



you think im bitchy?

well, now you know where i got it from.


my parents know where to hit where it hurts.

and anywhere below the belt is fair game.

cunning, scheming, conniving, coldhearted turds.


it doesnt help that grandma's condition is worsening, turning terminal,

and that i'm losing money in mahjong,

i'm having diarrhoea,

and other...stuff.


where are you when i need you?
life is getting more fucked up at the moment.

and it can only get worse.

vennyson is feeling awfully lonely.

i miss that scent.

i still think i got the better shot of the candles.


















i'm suddenly overcome with apprehension.


matters of the heart take 2nd place for once.


and i'm not the least bit worried about my term 2 results.



i'm worried about the class allocation next sem.


its the advertising sem.
its a sem with shitloads of groupwork.
i sure as shit dont want to be in the same class as some people.
groupwork will be a bitch with some people.


but then again,
some people ARE bitches.



and that's what's gotten me worried.

=/



you could have waited till third year to lash out.
BUT NO.

you HAD to do it right away.



goodbye, relatively-harmless T109.

i will miss all of you.

)))):

to all a level students:

GOOD LUCK FOR THE RESULTS TOMMOROW!