words to make me smile
actions that make me happy
thoughts that make me fly up
away into the clear blue sky
ade hearts . goodnights
may all the twinking wonders
of the empty night
keep you safe & sound
till the break of dawn..
this season;s wishlist
black dress black birks new tees levis jeans new skirt issey miyake tanning at sentosa
a trip to the zoo a trip to the night safari a trip to mount faber
stars gazing
indulge in dark choc fondue nua-ing on comfy cushions
i want you to notice
when i;m not around
because i love thee...
Saturday, July 02, 2005
confessions of a rant.aholic
sure am right on the bullseye target.i fell ill.yeap, bet strike lottery oso not that accurate.its just utterly horrible.after i take my medication, i feel all high and drowsy.just sleep away and now, i'm left wit piles of work to finish up with.my goodness...its really so tough to sleep peacefully at nights when i feel as if i'm dying from that lack of oxygen (my bloody nose is always blocked) and i have to resort breathing with my mouth and the thing is my throat will get all so dry and i cant stop couging and then i feel butterflies in my stomach.and the worse part--i dream so much rubbish.last night i just dreamt of patricia mok, lin junjie and that bunch of tranvesites in that thai volleyball show.my god and then what were we doing?we were constanly running away from 2 bunch of hong kong mafias.goodness gracious...wad have singapore artiste got to do with thia tranvesites and den to hong kong mafias?sighs~ stupid dreams by stupid me.and of course the usual, i keep dreaming of uncle (kelvin) scolding me.like wad kai ren said, i think i must be really afraid of him "eating" me up or simply just too stressed up to the point whereby when i fall to sleep, even my soul's afraid of him and thus causing me to dream of such absurb dreams.
my...my...i'm already feelin so dead man.D.A.P not done yet, and i'm suppose to come up with a thesis proposal on monday.my goodness, wad is a thesis proposal man? wad to propose when i havent got anything to propose?if i ask uncle, i'll very well get scolded by him AGAIN.my god...what am i gonna do man.the more i think about my D.A.P, the more i'm coughing and losing my voice.hai yah...i hate this kind of subjects where i'm forced to take sial..no interest, no motivation--but no bloody choice.for the sake of being able to successfully graduate from school, for the sake of collecting enough credit units for my diploma elective subjects, i've gotta hold my head up high and whistle to the tune..'..always look on the bright side of life..' i dunno whether i'll pass D.A.P but i'll strive hard, i know i will cozz failure is never an option.and lying to myself will best save my ass.