TEES!

i found my misssing photos.
sandy gets special treatment, cos i thought i misplaced out pictures!
our TEE day, i love my TEE!
and im so addicted to threadless.





ok, we still look normal.



we are starting to look not so normal.



this is totally not normal at all lah.



u can hardly see us.HA!!



Sandy, dont emo liao lah, i post pretty pics already!

.....

hello moto.

if you look hard and long enough, everyone is beautiful.
but what the world wants now is beauty at a glance.




.....


Random moments in life.



The shoes are taking a trip down memory lane.


Keat says Hi to everyone.


being silly unglam is so much more fun.


Prim and proper photos can be so beautiful-ly boring.


She loves me.


Very donald-ducky mouth.


Charissa and Tong are pretty girls.And Li Bing is a darn good photographer.


We call this 'photoshop-ED'


My name is Tong and i like to try to cover my assets.





WHOO HOO.
pictures courtesy of Ms Ang Keat Ying and Ms Chong Li Bing.



love of my life love of my life love of my life.

walk tgt.

falling in love with keaty and xinyu is great.
i wonder what i would be without them.


....

she's like a real sister.
althoug i cant be there 24/7, despite u understanding, i still feel that i shld do more for u.
i know u dun give a shit about how i much i do, cos u we dun expect this.
but deep inside my heart,
im always dwelling on the fact that ur there for me much more then im ever there for u.

i was watching HANA YORI DANGO, it says a pair of good shoe is very important
as it can take u somewhere in life.
the pair of shoes we're wearing, it'll take us very far indeed.
the excitement of having the same big puma and singlet and that pair of shoe.

the thrill of it
the thrill of it
and the ultimate love of it.
thank you.

you know who u are,
take care of urself,
and i dont think i need a boyfriend just yet, i'd rather get one for u and see u settle down properly 1st.
cos u know im BLOODY fine with u around me.


cheers, Tong.

into ur arms and back.

had a long talk with mum over the phone less then an hour ago.
seems like she really wants to come back,
thou she keeps saying she might change her mind cos we dont seem too need her.
HAHA, mum just doesnt change at all.
still pretty much like a kid, demanding alot of attention.
She's worried about aging, saying that this job robs her of her youth, but WTH mum, ur not young anyway.
HAHA, it was courageous of her to have gone all the way to china to work,
but it has taken an emotional toll on dad, bro and i.
not to mention its hard maintaining a household without her.

...

Keat and xinyu.
i tend to put them side by side cos they're from the same era.

keat called the other day.
it feels good to be listening to her voice from one end of the phone.
like an old lover, ok, sounds sick.
nostalgia my friend, it stinks the heart.
i know that one day i might lose all my secondary friends, but she'll never walk away.


...

i was raving about how korean is(was?) the perfect language to learn and all that,
but well, maybe japanese will be better.
i mean, if i get to learn it, i get to practice with my cousin(s).
and i do really want to visit JAPAN again, cos im really amazed at how the rural & cosmopolitan areas always manage to come together in PERFECT harmony.
and of course the food, minus the fishy stuffs, there's still alot to be tasted.

Travelling is always the next thing on my mind.
i really wanna get away, i woulden mind an overseas attachment.
living overseas could be so much tougher, but the experience, so much more value-added.
see iif my grades and luck will take me there.

..


and then i should be doing alot of stuffs like,:
A. NEWSWRITING
B. creative journal
C. sleeping
D. watch random movies i got from darrick.

but then, there's this urge to type long and random sentences on the blog. it's been awhile since i last typed anything, or stressed over anything. which is pretty good.
my keyboard is no longer dirty, its sparkling white.HAHA.
my face is no longer as congested with pimples, its more alive.

and life, really means sleeping more then 10 hours a day.
someytimes, i feel like a pig, enslaved in masscomm.OH GOD, what am i saying.

goodbye.

Deleting you from my playlist.

hello goodbye.

i just need to tell no one in particular that im single.
and i have been so for, the longest time ever.

...

im sorry i got jealous.
no, mayb i envied.
but maybe, thats not all there is in life.

OOOOH.

hanging with you guys was great.
and it always will be.

thank you will tolerating with my ability to keep eating your food, and complains of being horribly broke.
and asking for stupid advices like which colour should my blouse be in.

Sitting on hard benches and lying around,
using self-timer to take million of pics.
walking around grocery stores.
the simple things we do together.

the long bus rides home, well,
laughing at such randomness.
neon pink light andd pork chops.


and as randomly as it starts, this post shall randomly end.

CHEERS, cha and bing.
welcome back to camp old-school.

Nothing.

See the laundry in the machine.
it goes round and round.
See your reflection in the glass you are just a great sad clown.
Hello Mister. Hellos Miss.
Where are you off to now?
May i join you on your way to the great abyss?
I won't say a single word or get in your way
i'll just be a companion.Grey.
It will be nothing day.
say yes. Say.

-i should have watched 'Nothing'.

Hello to you.

1.
when people learn how to use photoshop, they misuse it.
look at the ah lian/ ah beng pics on friendster.
there is just NO link between them and the wonders of photoshop, go use paint, OK?

2.
Bitches can become nice.

3.
Money is equals to joy. so is 50% discount, so is fate, so is a tee.

4.
Being ugly can mean that u get a boyfriend, and being average can mean u live the life of a spinster.

5.
having 18th approaching is not exactly the best, its means the poly clinics tend to charge you more.





and most importantly, birthdays are maddening-ly scary.

the thing is, its not jealousy or what.
some people just have desperation written all over their faces.

i think its utterly GROSS.


i can smell ur desperation from 50 miles away.
it really disgusts me.

dreams, not for sale.

Dream.
They say you dream only because you are too bothered, affected, into something, someone, an emotion.
i guess its true.

did they also tell you that whatever you have in dreams will not come true, or will not happen in real life?
but do you remember dreaming of things that happened in real life?
like scenes you have encountered, or rather, you will come to encounter.
i have.

but i can mostly differentiate one dream from another.

last night, i had the happiest dream i've ever had for months.

this dream was under te catergory of 'will never happen-ever, in real life'.
i just felt it.

in my dream, i knew it was too good to be true.

i woke up with a sense of dread, i tried going back to sleep.
i never found part 2 of that dream, come to think of it, i never will, because i never have.




when i say sweet dreams, i mean it. to you.

rotten society.

I am so 'full of anger' mode.
at the person who stole keaty's phone.
like, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST LOSER I HAVE EVER COME TO CARE ABOUT!

u, being such a loser, resorted to stealing.
and then, what good comes out of it?
nothing, READ , NOTHING!

think of ur family, what would they feel,
think of ur born/unborn daughter, son , or ur almost dead mother/father, whatever.
spare a thought before ur hands move ok.

im so ANGRY.
u are such a juvenile case!
we should send u to bloody court and ask to meet ur parents.
you big pile of bull shit.
i bet u walk around wiith shit in ur pants u no brainer loser.

gosh, do u know how important a handphone is?
u bloody mooooorrrrrooonnnnn.
CONTACT IS SO BLOODY IMPORTANT IN THIS TECHNOLOGICALY ADVANCE WORLD.

do u know how much trouble u have caused to my ang keat ying.
like what the hell did she do to deserve this pile of bullshit from u.
eh, come on man.
what's gonna happen if ur phone was stolen instead?



think about it.

im still shuffling between blogger and livejournal.
..


i saw just how sweet it was, the sarcrifices he made for her.
and yet how he is so willing because he is so in love with her, and vice versa.

im watching a story unfold before my eyes.
being able to look at one happy couple admist the breakup season.

i envy her, she has someone she can hold hands with, 'feed cats , take long walks...'.
i bless you.

to see a friend so happy, basking in joy, its a miracle.
so life is full of love afterall.

you're the man PANG!

i was angry and i said things i should have never said.
only 75% of it was true.

...

and please, PLEASE,
dont apologise to me after scolding me.
go shave or something.
and YES, masscomm is big mine you, we ARE the essence, dont generalise us or degrade us.

killing me softly.

pardon the vulgarities.
dont read if ur sensitive.


i need the world to listen.
but i dont need them to symphthise.

do me a favour, fuck off back to where you came from. i told u from the beginning, we need to get things done. get the engine started, i pushed, i tried. all you have to do is follow, so even that was too hard for you. what are you, morons? go suck a cock if it thrills you, go suck your own cock if you have to, thou i doubt you'll reach it.


so maybe you've been fucked physically before, but being fucked mentally is out of the world.
its sucidal, depressing, emotional, a mix of everything.
like losing yourself, but in the most painful way.
you dont bleed, nor will you scream in pain, but it tears your trust and confidence.
no, it rips it.

yes, this is for you(s).

Dear friendly member(s) of fuck-sociation,

not that i want to lower myself to your standard and use vulgarities, but i figured u deserve it. I suggest you stay at fuck-O-nation, cause earth, or rather, Singapore has no place for you.
Did you mother fuck a dog and gave birth to you?well, mayb an alien with low intelligence, too low that earth scientist can't discover them. i bet your brain is in your ass, you shit through your nostrils and eat through your asshole. how embarassing, you're worst then dogs, i mean, dogs are actually cute.
at my level of intelligence, i cant really tell what are you, neither do you know what you are, i mean, your intelligence is so much lower then mine. you see, this is a 'thank-you' note, thank you for fucking me up, mentally.

i dont dwell in a slump of mud when im free, unlike you(s). i'll much rather go and take a swim in the pool. Ok, do you understand pool? moving on, i would like to advise you to do a consultation for that addiction(s) of yours. but given your level of intelligence, you will be unable to find a job, so u won't get money to see a doc, dont worry about it, i won't bother lending a hand. Find your own way around.

OH, mayb u can get that other half to pay for it. fuck-o-reans tend to be really generous isnt it? wit their time management and brain juice. mayb you can squeeze a can for me, not that i will drink it, cos i'll be reduced to 'brain-in-the-ass' syndrone. do you get what im writing here? i made an effort to check the dictionary for words i cant spell so this thank you letter wont mess you up.



oh yes,
the lizard downstairs sent their regards to your mum, i believed they were active in the sexual glands, organs, whatever.

cheers,
beloved earth-o-porean.



...


due date: 8am friday.
current status: incomplete.
reason: members of fuck-o-nation(refer to letter above.)
i fogot to mention that they were complacent and think that everything can be done.

and i forgot to mention their GPA was rocket low, not that it matters, but it shows.

i cant say enough about irresponsible people who think that everything will be solved, not that they are the ones who will solve it.

mind you, i dream , i aspire, i dont dwell in virtual worlds.

im an asshole!

im so sad i could start crying and stop breathing.

...


i went back to visit my childhood the other day.
i started watching sailor moon again, as lame as it sounds.
its bloody good, like so savoury, like chicken rice, you could just never get sick of it.

and so it goes (anyway im on episode 186 of 200 already), i was a hardcore sailor moon fan back in primary school days.
i've got like sailor moon underwear, fan, colouring books, cheque book inspired notebook, anything exotic you can think of.
and i've got a whole truckload of it, a whole cabinet worth of it.

CNY cleaning, it din occur to me that i would ever go back to look at those sailormoony stuffs again, so i cleared the whole cabinet.
i threw, I THREW, ME ME ME ME ME, i was the FUCKER who THREW, BLOODY THREW the stuffs away.
limited edition coloured comics from japan.
limited edition cards.
$665652666 worth of stickers.
ETC.
i THREW IT AWAY.
POOF, GONE.


and how did i realise?
i was trying to do a journal entry on sailormooon (creative journal), i needed some resources.
and i realised.

all the energy i had to do the journal, well, it channelled itself to saddness.
like some moaning period for all my lost SAILORMOON stuffs.
truckloads of them.


and my brother said to me: ' stupid girl, you should never throw away memories.'

this time i din rebuke, im stupid. and as corny as it sounds, well, yes. memories do mean alot. and childhood means even more.



goodbye love, i bet u have been disintegrated into ashes along with trash like a rotten apple core.






well, just a reminder of how lovely they look.


just a reminder of how gross i look.
kill this asshole.

her 18th, my stupidity.

sandy, thanks for the night.
i needed someone who was willing to talk to me, and i needed to talk to someone.
cheers, i dont normally say this,
but your heart will show u the way.


......

i took the pics from charissa and libing, just so i could develope them.
but oh well, lets have a sneak preview 1st.


well, everyone looks fine.dont they?











oh,that's li bing's new FRIEND.(yo, u know what i mean)




that's some stupidity for the night.

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!!!!

your blood and tears.

im pretty much alive and clear-headed enough to be blogging.
despite the fact that i told myself to stay away from my laptop.

well, for a start.
i dun look forward to the rest coming back cos i DO NOT wanna hear about their adventures.
not now not ever.
not entirely sour grapes, but well, u'll when expectations are not met, life sucks.

im stuck with a bloody fever and i cant go town to shop my sorrows away.
guess i've just been too tired on this trip.

its like the most adventurous trip i've been on, seriously.
hospitals, humid buses, crazy changes in the temperature.
i got too tired and now my body is telling me i need a friggin good rest.
so ba-la-bam, im down with fever.
i jus dont wanna waste moments counting down to the day school starts, so fuck the fever and get down to life baby.

to neverland.

im flying off again.
in less then 10 hours' time.

i've always believed that flying to somewhere far far away will revitalise my soul.
not 100% true, but im still hoping for this trip to be more then just a learning experience.
mayb i'll get some kinda inspiration, or realise a certain something.
well, im not sure just yet.

but every journey to the airport does inject some adrenaline into me.
fly fly fly, may the next journey by to korea or taiwan.

singapore will not be missed, since the weather is going back to the all-tropical-no-more-cardigan kinda weather.
i hate that perspire-dripping weather.
off to be frozen in the cold.HAHA.

hopefully dad takes care of bro and bro takes care of dad.
and maybe by the time i come back, some miracle will happen.
and my house will be sparkling clean.


bon voyage baby!
love love love love love love love love, TONG.

drown.

nah, im not obsessed with guys.
its just plain fun to be looking thou.
it'll be better if i could get the white loafers out of my head, den i could appreciate with more pleasure.

today im in the i-need-to-blog-cos-i-cant-get-over-last-nite mood.

tonight took off well.
went slacking with ms bing, the soon to be next big thing in the photography world.
gosh (she paid me only 10 bucks to say that, due to poor readership on the blog).
its like, i miss that feeling with keaty too, i know some day we'll get it going again.


i like tat kinda '2 of us, sit down and have no agenda kinda nite'.
mayb we're a couple of drinks away from knock-out, mayb we're jus chilling,mayb we arnt even talking.
but its ok, we have time on our hands.
the night is always too young, lets drown in our youth.

1 moment.

i just wanna be friends, or mayb to put it off nicely, be back AS friends.
we had it going smooth, we ruined it, i dont wanna go back there, but i'll like to be friends again.
but look wat u've done.
being immature and trying to go with the flow irritates the fuck outta me.
excuse me for the vulgarity.
YEAH, u in the all glam-slam 'balabam' __ JC.
hell, ur smart, im not half as smart or talented as u.
and i hate making the 1st move, and i have to , every single time.
no matter what status we're.
its that tiring jus being friends? i dont believe.
theres a lil bit of tingling sensation in me, its jealously.
we're always competing in the ego race, when will we stop,
NO, when will I stop.

fool.

white visions.

because i have not been sleeping enough.
because packing is a chore when ur going to somewhere so cold and remote.



late nights, nah, i hate that.
i wish i could go back to sleeping at 10pm.
well, its impossible, 11pm is the new 8pm for everyone.
time is fluid, people are irresponsible.
holy cow, i wish i could choose again.
holy shit, will mum be back anytime soon.


....


u had a house, a lil sister that i know.
u were boxing, i could join u.
we met on the bus, 2nd time, no, mayb even 3rd.
how come u're in my dream but not my life.

that's why its frustrating for me.





....



mama mia, i need a break.

taking a break.
laptop will be in apple hospital.
so yeah, that sums it all up.


hey baby, come back safe and sound.