someone called for house- keeping. so i shall be good and dust the area a teeny bit.

i'll leave rantings to some other day. my backbone's at war with alphabets 

lunch was really good.

i'm thinking of upgrading my collection with power lens. where's the money?

at war with myself. all over again
get out and leave silence behind. i'm impossible. sometimes

school tomorrow. how exciting is that.

who's afraid of bugaboo.

to some certain extent, i detest myself for discriminating. but seriously, how the hell did the bimbos get into the school i deem prestigious.

where did the smart people go?



maybe i'm meant for harvard.

they're cute.

school, perhaps, isnt meant for visual-spatial learners like me. i know i'm not in this shit alone if that makes me feel any better. we visual learners did not pay that kick-ass tuition fee to travel on an average 3 hours to sleep in lectures. we tried to pay attention listen but we visual creatures exist for some reasons.

we are impaired listeners.

since we take nothing out from classes, whats the point of going? how frustrating it is to waste time sitting in just because there's a need to be physically present. at the end of the day, when we are all already exhausted from travel and brain-sleep, we are still as clueless as before. and having 5 modules and other commitments on hand isnt going to allow us ample time for readings.

if you aint aware, most visual learners do well not because schools (modelled for aural learners) taught them well.

THEY taught themselves ALL.



understanding is tough.

this is something really hilarious.

i know. somehow. we will all survive it. it. is. magic. 21. fight kill.

the clock on the 18th day is striking 12 in 3 hours. 2 more days seems no big deal.

anyway m is down the chute, id is chained up, we are now on good terms. it's over! we're going to treat ourselves to a good dinner tomorrow after 9 hours of national training that i'm not keen on mentioning actually.

rock-a-bye

today. even caffeine fails to stimulate.

dad was urging daughter to pronounce the word subway. she managed sub; had problems with way. son next to them, all eager to help, gave her the smallest hint ever, 'what is the second word of sub-way?'. and dad just gave up. 

though yuki yaki isnt exactly the perfect place to be we didnt get our ice cream in a pan served and they have rotting vege, yada yada but we all had fun i guess.




























credits to all those who were game enough to cam whore with a chair






























tcc serves their expresso small if you didnt already know. think twice before you order it, so what if it's the cheapest on it's menu.

























at the end of the day, we are all turning 20 and getting hitched. everything change but some things just dont.

on a side note, i bummed into adam, vi and ashwin. it's 9 and they're proposing a movie. it's sure late and singapore's sure small.

a great day ahead everyone!

the haze's chewing my eyeballs inside out. i'm not exaggerating.

if it gets any worse than this, i'll have to walk around with eye mask and oxygen tank.

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

i couldnt agree more with that.

"stolen" from the latest issue of time






























say, that came at the right time. scratches watch. feeling the pulse of school yet, people?

for some reason, the word "relaxation" didnt come easy. i exchanged it with 47 hours. done wrestling with a report, now time to wrestle in bed. oops! that sounds SO wrong. 

bleed fingers bleed fleed boa fleed slitterslitherysliddren 毒中的很深。

什么？什么？为什么毒中的那么深？