Buskers.

For the past hour I've typed and backspaced, choked and spat.

Society have molded me into this heartless and cruel cow. I don't put coins into the the milo cans of the buskers (are they even legal?). They play cocky music, sell expensive tissue paper but failed miserably, sang weird songs which sounds like "Hey Elvis, I am trying to ruin you although you are dead", and tried finger-prancing on the keyboard when it actually is just a recorded piece of music.

"One dollar, one dollar. Three for one dollar... ..."

Those cheaters. #$%^&*

PIMPLES!

Mirrors? Hate them. They're only lovely with the lights turned off. Too much truth in it - Makes me feel naked inside and out. I hate it when stuff are so raw they make you look like fresh salmon. Disgusting.

Those fugly reflections are so not adoring - They... They... They flared my flaws this morning! YES. I have new...

PIMPLES (note the 's').

Why am I even typing that gross and annoying and irritating and friggingly unhealthy (to both the body and the brain) word?! My lifespan must have decreased by ten years right now. Save me!

"Wah! Volcano eruption? HAHA."
"..."
"Put on your SK2 mask, lar! Hahahahaha!"
"I don't use those... ..."
"Shut up. Go away! I don't want to have lava and shit plastered all over my face. *gaffaws*"

What kind of brother is that?! Those [censored] (like my previous post, let's call them poopthings) will be gaining loads of attention, I guess. People just can't be nice, can they? They're so evil, so mean.

*yank chunks of hair out*

THOSE UGLY UNSPEAKABLES. LOATHE THEM.
I hate myself for being so vain.

Sigh.

Newduals

I was happy, excited, elated, jitty, yada yada whatever when I met those new individuals in my new school - Or so I thought. I was like, hey, it's just a headstart and I'm actually getting chatty with those new individuals or friends or mates (whatever you call them. Let's call them newduals from now on.) already. Sounds good? Definitely.

However (damn, I just hate to type this word), here's the side kick. Deep down somewhere inside, I don't want to know anyone new. I want to be a nobody in this strange environment. Unseen, unspoken, and unheard of.

It's not as easy to adapt as when I was back in my junior studies. Right now, at every corner of the campus I see superficial people with fake accents and thick cakes of foundation concealing their flaws and true identity. I don't even want to know them, lest say be their mates.

Am I exaggerating? No, I'm not.

But still, there's this part of me which doesn't want to be left out in the churn. So.. Somehow I'm still glad I met those newduals. I guess.

Besides. There's no harm...

...Right?

Made a mess.

I've crossed the line. It ain't supposed to be like that but... Guess that's all I've got.

I want to linger and just stay where I was but I don't see that coming. Life would only be tough if you keep succumbing to your fears and I can't prevent this from taking over; but when a plane takes flight, it has to land somehow.

It really really really ain't supposed to be like that.
I want to press rewind.

Awards Day.

Awards Day's awesome, really. Let the pictures speak for themselves. :)











Anyways I know you are reading my blog right now and acting ignorant about this blog's existence. I don't care. I'll just come straight to the point. I don't need to explain anything, and I need no explanation either. Just live the life you are having now and I'll lead mine with my own clique of friends. And yes. It never dawned on me, especially you, to blame me for something I have no intention of doing. You know what, guys?

It hurts.

Shopaholics.

Eve and I? We're professional shopping queens.


See.


This is the main highlight - THE DUDES AT NEWURBANMALE'S HOT HOT HOT! Haha. Tanned, tall, well-built and yes, charming. The stuff there's fab' too.

I'm such an asshole.

[Someone]'s right. Despite the fact that this salient piece of advice is delivered to me by someone who listens to lousy music, wears glossy Michael Jackson flares, drinks nothing but Vodka, I recognize that that is the best advice I had for a long time:

I should just die.

"Jo, I think I'm starting to hate you - Alot."
"I know, I know. But it ain't totally my fault, and you know that."
"Stop giving me those excuses."
"I'm sorry."
"Forget it. I guess [this somebody] will never forget he ever had a friend like you."

Reflecting on our conversation, It felt like I'm this... Bitch. Let's see:

Proud. Check.
Vain. Check.
Annoying. Check.
Insensitive. Check.
CHILDISH. Check.
Frigging hell #$%^&. Check.

I've never made things right for someone else. I'm this... Selfish, idiotic, assholic pail of decomposed rat. Everytime I tried making things right, it turned sour (or worse) instead. I just hate myself, can?


How can anyone even survive with me around? I'M SUCH AN ASSHOLE.

Pulau Ubin trip.

Pulau Ubin. Who says it can only be fun with more people around? I used to think so but now I differ.

Wells. I've decided to just let the pictures speak for themselves. Pardon me for being cliched, but yea, picture speaks louder than words. ;D - NOT. HAHAHA. Too bad. Keep watch of my lengthy post.



We started off by having lunch and Mr Ugly is the product of our leftovers. It was an awesome lunch though I was slow - again.


Hokkein noodle just wasn't enough to appease my Cow Bon Appetit. I should've grazed the grass. It look darn tempting and drooling, haha.


Skipping the travelling part (which was totally hideous). My motion sickness worked up - BUT STILL, I'm fit and going. Call me strong. In any ways, the boat trip (which was frigging small and antique... whatever.) was worse. Hellava pukeness. However, it didn't affect my mood for photo whoring. I took pictures everything. And I really mean everything. Randomness.


But sadly, this award goes to pig somehow. She seems to be engrossed in being some Titanic 2 lover-in-progress. Spoof, can?


Wells. This picture doesn't speak alot about our day. But it's so beautiful I just have to put it up. Aww.


Here's the highlight. It was friggingly pouring pee and sweat. As it speaks for itself, yes, we were drenched thoroughly (and at this point, please perverts, stop thinking too much). But yea, cycling's awesome when it comes with great company. Rain made it even better.


Better proof.


During the short pauses during the cycling trip, Xiang somehow got infected with the disease of photo whoring and became patriotic.

"This is my homeland"
*proud and stout*

Anyways. Guess what. I flipped. DAMNED!
I was like, oh-my-goodness. The ironic thing about my fall-off-the-bicycle's that I flew off the bike on a smooth road. How pathetic can it be.


Blame it on my stupidity. Back from the groans and moans. This is the prettiest shot I guess. MTV look-alike! Come on Daryl, trying to spite us girls with your flawless complexion and innocent (my nose's growing) expression? LALALA. *sticks out my tongue*


To think I'm even posting this picture up (hahaha). The subject isn't The Bird though. Look at the man behind. SPOOF.


Apart from my fall, the trip's a thumbs-up. We went home sticky and stinky and sweaty and... (I can't seem to find a nice word with the initial 's'. FINE.) Wet.

And bored...


...And tired.


And thus, without further blame and explanation, the photo whoring starts once again with the focus on... TADAH. The Cute People. Call us adoring.


This should be the better proof I guess!


Now to round up the trip.

With the courtesy of Xiang, he was kind enough to be the photographer of my WTHOMGFRIGGINGASSHOLIC heal-me-up. Yes, I visited Mr. Act-19 and ended up being poked and jabbed.


One word for this plight - OUCH.


Too bad though if you expect a sobbing cow. I WAS SMILING. SEE. I'M STRONG (and cute).


I should wear black more often. Need to mourn for the arrival of my new scars.


xoxo

The Cow Who Bites.

Dinner.

Mummy chided and compared me with other kids who cooked for their family. Well, today I'm proving my ability and worth! Who says I can't cook. Rubbish.







Xiang:
谢谢你曾经爱过我 给我最美的经过 looking back says: (12:48:04 AM)
i miss the chicken leh

HA HA HA. Anyways.

Dined at Let's Eat (you know, the one at Lot1)! Xiang and Eve's tastebuds are screwed. They commented that the Tom Yum soup I've ordered tasted weird. Hello, it's thumbs up alright? Thanks Daryl for supporting. Our intentions 'bout the dinner was actually for the discussion of Haha-It's-Friday-Pulau-Ubin-Day, and I didn't realize until they started banging the tables "HEY DISCUSS, LAR". Right.

Sidetracked ALOT. Terrible.

It then dawned on me - I was a joke. It never occured much to me that a simple 'hello' would change so much of a person I actually thought I was. And you know what, dear you, your adolescent sense of humour didn't get the better of me. Scram.

How should a best friend act like?

How should a best friend act like? I failed at being one, and I failed to comprehend.

Remember, missed one, I used to tell you that beautiful people relations are Earth's sweetest lie to make us get grounded with the deceits and the pain. Misogamy became what I define as a true woman. I hated love, I hated kindness, I hated marriage, I hated people. But you changed me because you said something.

Remember, missed one, you told me my heart's just like a half-filled glass of water. I need someone else to help fill it up. I believed you, sunshine, I really did. But is that a lie you made to make me smile; or just something you hope I could help you fulfill since you didn't have the chance to?

'Cos missed one, I believed you - And I fell so hard.

Sometimes I just hope you're here to remind me God's with me. You used to guide me on what to do and what not to do. But now that you're gone, I couldn't handle my own life. It seems like I'm screwing it up instead.

What should I do now? How do I make things right for me and everyone else? I want to amend and build stuff up. Really.

But truth is, I'm scared.

Love.

Love.
It's such a short yet big and powerful word. It means so much - Joy, laughter, pain, guilt, jealousy, hatred, tears.

What is it? I wouldn't budge and deny I don't know its value. I really don't. I can't seem to find the correct phrase to define love. I'd probably need my whole life to type it out. It's too profound. I'm just seventeen. Maybe I should just shut up and grow up before talking about something which I now don't understand and don't seem to find. Besides, who are we to comment about it?

Do YOU know what's love? No you don't and you're wrong about it. We keep lying and making ourselves believe the whole issue is actually there. But no, we're wrong. So wrong.

I keep lying and cheating myself, telling myself once and twice, again and again - We once lived. But that's just a figment of everyone's imagination. I should have woken up from this dream long before I realize the hurt which never quite existed.

We talk about broken hearts and fallen souls. But how can a heart be broken when it isn't even whole to begin with? I'm fooled but I'm not blaming you. We're both fools to believe our smiles are genuine.

I don't want to be stained with smudged mascara and drink copious amount of martini. No, I won't be mourning. I will be walking down the chapel hall with my girlfriends sashaying in white chiffon. I'll then smile and say 'I do'.

Random.

Just kisses from a blogger.

Loves <3

I am cute.

You know what, evil blogders (which yes includes you - Marc, XLing, Bert, Eve, Jesse, Xiang). I'm gonna repeat myself. I AM ALL ABOUT CUTENESS.

I don't get it. Is that just pun or plain jealousy? Bingo! Jealousy? Stop smirking, you damn arses. You hate me 'cos I'm so darn frigging right.


See, I'M SO CUTE.


I am cute.


I am cute.


I am cute.


I am cute.


I AM CUTE.


I AM SO CUTE.


Damn it. I can't stand it anymore. I'm too cute.

Fun game.

Firstly, I apologize for the kinda-long hiatus.

Anyways. I know of some poly or still-waiting-for-results friends here who are kinda bored with the same musings on net, newspaper, and the all the day doings. So yea, I'm here to introduce you guys a great way to kill boredom.

Drive yourself crazy.

32.Admire yourself in the mirror

31.Tell the person in the mirror he/she is awesome, cute, vivacious, hot, bravo, marvellous, excellent, brave, pretty, handsome, (fill it up)...

30.Start a tongue fight with the person in the mirror.

29.Stare at him/her.

28."Hey sweet ass, why do you keep copying me?"

27."STOP IT, LAR"

26."I'm going to dial 999 if you don't stop."

25."Okay! You're getting on my nerves. My finger's aiming on number 9 already!"

24."Seems like you're calling the cops too!"

23."OHHH NOOOOO. DON'TTTTTT."

22."I'll give you a hundred bucks, don't call alright? Whoa you're giving me too?"

21."STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT"

20.Get mad.

19.Go ahead and start pulling your hair.

18.Smash the mirror with whatever you touch.

17.Runs away from the mirror, hides under the bed and peep.

16.Phew! The copycat's gone!

15.Go to bed, hoping that he/she won't haunt you.

14.Wake up and check on the mirror.

13."AHHHH WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE. GO AWAY YOU ASS!"

12.Cry.

11.Drink some martini. For mourning.

10.Cry.

9.Sleep.

8.Scream.

7.Sleep.

6.Cry.

5.Sleep.

4.Cry.

3.Sleep.

2.Wake up to realize that you're stupid.

1.Scream.


There you go. Kills boredom - Everytime!