one nite only.

a fave past-time of mine is to look thru lao hui's blog.
cos its jc-ish.
the very thing im searching for.
she was right about the fact that im always looking at ONLY the happy times of JC students,and that drives me to believe that JC is the right choice and I dint make that choice.
well, whatever she said did calm the soul down.


looking at her classmates,i realise how much i would love to have black-haired classmates in my class.
black-haired boys and girls.
i want back the thrill of spot checks, for long hair, coloured hair, folded skirt, socks...
i want to be able to fold and un-fold my skirt at record speed.
most of all, i want better classmates.
people i can actually relate to, hang out with after school.
ya, i admit im not exactly the most interesting person on earth so my frens are kinda limited.
BUT, I JUST CANT RELATE TO POLY PEEPS.
(well, 75% of them at least.HAHA.)


...



i din know why the msn chat affected me so much.
mayb i was just tired and had to blow up at someone, mayb i've been bottling that for far too long.
god knows, im sorry and im not.












reandom pictures i've dug out.
laugh laugh and laugh.



love, tong.

china aint love.

another night at wendys' house.
with the all so comforting sofas and chairs.
it was the 'china trip' reunion.LOLS.do we really need one i wonder?

dad din seemed to be bothered that i stayed out.
so there got it, the freedom that i always wanted, and im making full use of it.
i mean, two weekends in a row, not going home.
i seem like a bad kid, but no, im not out on dope dearie.

going home is a lovely thought, oh well, it was.
till it became messy, and the lines between discipline and principals blurrrrr.
mum's not in to nag anyway.
dad has been much more lenient with me al of a sudden.
might be the fact that i'm turning 18, oh well, god knows.

i keep thinking about how i dun wanna spoil someone's reputation by talking abt them,
i got so scare of being a two-face cocksucker that i dreamt of people confronting me.
like in my face, as much as i would normally fight back, in my dream,
i felt that i was in the complete WRONG and i let them scream at me.
i saw them turn their backs on me, thou i pretty much wun care cos they piss me off.
oh well, another dream.
countless these days.

........



for china, just today.
















with much love to my china kiddos.

i seriously hate those technical stuffs.
look at the tagboard, oh wait, they are twins.
did i mention?
yea, i know its superficial aand all, u know, we all HAVE to bloody know.
im trying hard not ot say the f word, cos i've said it far too many times today during the match.
my right ass is in pain cos i prolly extended my muscles a lil too much.
my friday went down the drain, other then the fact that i got to paly a lil volleyball, cos i was too lazy to ask someone out.
but who the hell was available anyway.
i went to sch for 3 hours without a belt, its horrible.
i spent many many cash on senseless lace.

i think im crazy cos i wanna bitch about everone i see running abt.
old friend teased me abt being fat, not that im bothered, well, maybe very u vagina-poker.
i dont care if im bare footed or what, i like running ard to receive balls.(volleyball)
im incoherent (cant bloody spell) cos i spent too much time on friendster, and his profile is still bloody private.
im officially the 'doomed' friend to be with cos if u get very close to me, u'll prolly end up very much single.(look at my close frens.)
i just had good company and im already missing more good old company frm long ago pple.

oh damn, im weird right.

but i dont really care.



cheers baby.
something light.

fatal allure.

im a hunter, but the question is,
do u want to be hunted?









fatally yours,
tong.

nights.

drunk dancing, dancing drunk.
how much of it can u take? and how much will make u GONE.(snap snap gone.)


i've been thinking about it everyday.no, its not a good feeling.
and that was charissa's happy 18th birthday.
...


monday was such a casual picnic day, we had extraordinary salads and sandwiches.
and what was best was meeting up an old pal from so long ago.
his presence was much appraciated, depite it being short and brief.
i cant say i feel the same, but comfort is undeniable, even if its just silent comfort.
it wasnt talk nor coffee nor good OLE wheeklock place.
it was, a subtle knowledge of each other.(or so for my case.)

i wont request for a second meeting, or a third, i just dont see it coming from you.
but if u need, i've got time to spare for you.
cheers wei arng.









cheers, tong.

an obsession, a start.

today is about as good as it gets.


nice shirt
shy smile
the same braces
and sshorter hair.

oh boy, you're missing out by not wanting to know me a lil more.



....

new class, i'll be seeing you tmr.

PR seems to be superficial, as in they seem to be in need of beautiful faces with brains.
hardly bimbos, hey, DONT SLEEP WITH THE BOSSES, u fugly bimbo.

WEB DESIGN round 2 will prolly suck the last breathe out of me, what is it about broken links that u dont like?
cos im pretty sure im good at that, well, can we be friends.
mayb i'll teach you to fall for broken links, and mutual respect for broken links.

COMM ISSUES was a whole bunch of laughters, becos i cant get what DR BRIAN LEE is trying to act and say.
he is a damn smart fellow no doubt, deep line of thinking, and much effort.
this is the lecture i will fall for, goood job brian!

NEWS WRITING, im inspired to jump thru all the barriers, to acheive my dream. go back to that 'i wanna be a journalist' mode.
i'll be washing my face alot less, hopefully it gets thicker by grease and dirt, so i'll do a better job thick-skinned.


thats it for sem 2, yea, assignments ahead.
.....


hang out with daph, sandy and bing.
shopping is fun when ur not spending your own money.

i wish my ass was not as bouncy, makes it hard to run in that pretty black dress.
and a 2nd round of trying for AM_________, yea, i dont wanna give up yet.

well, it was good. so much beetter then the 1st day in sem 2.
pretty life i have.
i envy myself.

feel it crawling.

let the photos do the talking, me and fat-nation are very very very tired.






i just HAD to BUTT in.






more butt-ing in! OOOPs. butt loves lime light.




lovely lovely.



it's so LIKE ME to eat, and be unglam.YUCKS.



love love love, tong and 4/7.

The book of loss.

M.A.C is with BARBIE.
thursday was spent with the two most wonderful ladies. i missed all the times we ever had, im saying this truthfully. i have no photos to prove (well, i can always plagerise, from charissa's blog), but yes, it was from the heart. everything was so real. we planned for a beautiful picnic under the sun, complete with great home-made food. all the silly laughters in mac, complete with food and drinks. a part of me cant believe we've been thur year 1 together, a bigger part cant believe we're gonna be separated. but before i go on and on, i gonna make it clear, im OVER the class thingy. right now, i cant wait for her party, like honestly. i cant wait to see charissa get dead drunk, and laugh at her when she comes hugging me real hard.HAHA! im guessing she'll create a scene. she'll be so laugh-fable i guess, well, the birthday day girls's gonna act like one! get it going girl!

.................



i had the most endearing day out with kang pei rong, spelling her name out pinches my heart a lil bit.


She told me ' how i wish u were in AC with me, i told u to join me, why dont want?'. i smiled it off and told her mass comm is the right place for me. out chat revolved about GUYS and more GUYS, about the experiences (not that i remember) in an all girls' school, being conservative, being 'unofficial buddist', being very much in need of each other.
much heart-to-heart topics.
3 months gel-ed us together like sisters, how many more years have we got down the road? yes, i wish i could split myself up, being her class mate is really blissful.

she is the girl i can talk to MINUS bitching, i swear i din bitch, for so long, finally.

there's this inner me that is dying to reach out for the surface. i feel that my life is rotting away somehow, i dont know izit from the holidays or the lifestyle. but pei rong refreshes me, her point of view refreshes me.
she's not complicated, she's pure. too pure for reality, but a relief for me.
she has become this centre of attraction for me, it keeps me rooted, just the thought of having her around, seems to purify things so much.
i've felt alot in 2 hours, she makes me crave for Junior College.


















library refreshes my soul, so does pei rong.

QUEEN.

the mood is never ending happiness, i dont wanna go to sleep.

i got my HIGH-WAIST SHORTS!!!!
i cant believe it, it was ON SALE!
can i be the high waist girl? oh please please please.
im so happy i could suffocate.(YES, not hyper ventilate, but suffocate.)


essays are only half done, nearly half.


high waist is QUEEN.

PS: i cant wait for charis's birthday party!

FYI

i tend to savour the happpy moments and leave all the sad ones written all over the blog.


but today was better then the rest if the days.
i had time to catch up with a kin,
to shop,
and basically be doing something that does not involve the use of the media(or my brain).


BUY of the day: vintage watch bargained till 6 bucks.
that alone is enough to leave me jumping forr joy for the next 3 days.

i think the shoe fetish is moving on, and the next wave is gonna be watches.
LOLS.

Hi, i heard ur single again.

He is single again, and still looking good.
i wonder if she ditched him, i wonder if she hurted him, i wish she did.

i'll never see him again, and now that im 10 kg heavier,
all he would do is prolly laugh at me.(if i did see him again, which i'll love to.)

for the last 3 years, he has been attached to that pathetic skinny looking thing.
good that its over for him.


i wish i were the one with him instead, all the time.
all 3 years.
mayb i woulden have gotten fat.
he needs hair tat is a lil bit longer, he needs to keep it black.
and he needs to stay single.

3 years, i still haven got the guts to chat with him in the face.
3 bloody long years, should have taken him when i had the chance.








love, ever-deprived tong.

Start eating!

i must have did a flip, and blood came rushing into the wrong side of my brain.
cause i went to queue for donuts from 'donut factory', yea, the 2 hour queue. yea, nuts i know.

i din even have the appetite to drown the donuts, i merely brought them home and kept them in the fridge.
what a waste i know, after 2 and a half hours of Q-ing, what a waste.
but as rocky as life is now, food is hardly priority. im eating cause it helps to bite into more time, it helps time pass quickly.
it helps to find something to do in the next hour.

and that very one donut i ate, i asked myself why i went to Queue. its just a bloody donut, i din even draw inspiration when i ate it. but i guessed i've spend so much of my time doing useless things like watching TV, so i might as well be out and doing abit of standing.

anyway, i spend up to 1 and a half hours waiting for PEOPLE sometimes, and food is so more adorable than people, people only apologise for being late, food surrender themself to you.get the idea?

the variety of donuts at the 'DONUT FACTORY', however, did blow me away for awhile. i actually panicked when it got to my turn to choose donuts. Luckily for me, it was a ' No milk chocolate, all for white chocolate and cheese flavours' kinda theory.
the donut (i only ate one out of my 12 so far.) was fluffy, like really fluffy and light. so its okay for you to chew up to 4 at a go, IF u have a sweet tooth. i have a sweet tooth, but u also need MOOD to devour donut, so here goes, eat it with a love one. its easier. and if u can afford to,go queue for it with a love one, its helps to lessen the boredem and grows love. cause its a bloody long wait. but yes, these donuts are worth a try.

the next time i buy them however, is when the HYPE is over and i no longer have to queue for it.
or u could send a box of 12 to my humble abode, its choa chu kang ave 4.HAHA.


i really lost my sense of humour.





love love love,
tong.




ciao.

BIG fuck.

Dear Tong,

i heard all about it. they say today is the worst day ever(of your life of course, not MINE!), but dont worry, i'll give my utmost in making you feel better about yourself and your new class. After all, a bad class, how do u define one? and worst to worst, it will only mean not so good grades. Dont start on the self-fulfilling propecy now my dear, keep a positive mindset and things will be smooth, if not, go ahead and jump down from ur room's window.(you live on the 12th story don't u?)

and boy oh boy, haven heard of any cute guys in your class, (you can jolly well go fulfill the 3-year-spinster project huh?). sounds good, they dont know what they are missing out on. and your new hide-out can be the toilet, i heard ur friend is gonna meet you there. It really helps when u have GREAT friends from your year 1 class that is following you to ur new found class eh? i mean, they are special, like unique , how abt weird? well, but i like them (dont u?) they have that kind of hidden humour within them, they like to wrap arms with u, and even praise themselves when they're talking to u. aint that kinda confidence and itmacy cool? i bet u long for a continuation in year 2.

i reckon it all sounds pretty positive for u.
do have fun in year two.
oh, it helps when the work load is getting 5 times worst.
ciao!


oh, send my love to ur new mates.

panda eyes and legs.

black vest
slippers
random tops x many

im kinda in a ' i need to buy random stuffs mood'.
long forgotten CDs, Books, ...
im not giving NTUC a miss either, its a chance to stock up.
but its better to save some money to develope the pictures.


i need to watch more lovey dovey dramas,
i like to be stuck watching them.
its easier then being out of love.



wait for me TOWN.

NOISES.

i miss being able to talk about anything under the sun to someone,to anyone,
be it to complain, to bitch or jus about random small details of life.

im cautious about almost everything i say now,
im afraid of hurting someone, im afraid of them thinking im pretentious.
and im tired of thinking so hard the whole time. in trying to b sincere, i realised that it is so much easier to hurt someone. to be loud, well, u'll just end up being laughed at like an idiot. no one takes u seriously.

and what i hate about people nowadays, they are so eager to talk. i caught myself, many times, unable to finish talking about an incident because someone cut me in, and my listener jus got distracted and forgot about my existence.
i hate being neglected, when im talking will u just listen, FUCKERS. Din your mum taught u to listen before u talk?
so many lousy listeners out there, every one is trying to get their thoughts voiced out. but chill everyone, why not give someone a chance to talk, and u listen for once? take that chance to think about what u wanna say, will it even be worth listening to?

well, im sick of being neglected and covered by NOISES (YES, those who stand in my way are NOISES, i repeat, NOISES).

thank you and good bye.




and li bing, i hope ur alright.(:
homeland is where the heart is!!!!