Ne-vos brkdwn.

Breaking down is a form of everyday exercise.

Anyway, for those who frequent this place for no particular reason and then post some quote tagged in italics about me on your own blog, get a life, stop visiting and stop trying to insult others just 'cos you're childish. You don't know half the story, and your so-called friends don't as well. It's so pathetic and retarded really.

Stop being an attention-seeker just 'cos you don't have anyone.

Just/don't stop.

I've tried.
Stop trying to make me parent him 'cos there's only so much I can do.

He needs to believe in himself; all of us haven't stopped.


Show us, show me what you're truly worthy of.
Don't give up on yourself because I will never stop believing in you.
I'm here.

Thank-you;

D
for the hand-made waterglobe -w/o water;

Two Hello Kitty crazies, my Brazilian model & class girls
for the surprise birthday cake in school;

BFOL Min, cOngx & Ray
for the chauffeuring, dinner at Dempsey's PS Cafe, the wine up at Henderson Ridges and CS at X-Fire;

Hoho/Mr. Wednesday
for the movie and D&G perfume;

Min, Hoho, Sissy, Niecy & D
for the dinner at Giraffe and mahjong session after,
for the Guitar Heroes session and surprise birthday cake;

Daddy, Mummy & Ant
for the delicious high tea at Meritus Mandarin.

And of 'cos to everyone who extended their birthday wishes.
Love you all.

Think of me, and of me.

Hold up
Hold on
Don't be scared
You'll never change what's been and gone

May your smile (May your smile)
Shine on (Shine on)
Don't be scared (Don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm

'Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Get up (Get up)
Come on (Come on)
Why're you scared? (I'm not scared)
You'll never change
What's been and gone

'Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

'Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

We're all of us stars
We're fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see us some day
Just take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out

-Oasis

Stare the city down again.

Not as bad as I thought, since I have the ability to control how I pass my time, and what I want to do.

These six days have passed somewhat like a dream upon waking. Being out there in another part of the world has made me realize we're aren't such big cheeses in the grand scheme of life after all. There're so many more wondrous things to look at, to listen to, to touch with your hands and to feel with your heart.

I stand on the streets of HK, speechless and overwhelmed by the high-rise office buildings, the huge luxe shopping districts, the honking traffic scenes, the shimmering, sparkly lights and strange foreign sounds, and all I can do is lift my ever-trusty camera up and snap. In all logic and rationale, weird and nonsensical they may seem, these captured visions will remind me of how I stayed and strayed, how the world is a place for us to conquer, and how one must make every applied action count.


Time for school again.

Leaving On A Jet(Star) Plane.

Leaving home in minus two hours time. I'll arrive at the airport later as a zombie and my prediction of being knocked out on the plane will soon be true.

Realized most of the clothes I packed are black-based. Hmm.

Somehow the anticipation I've had since this trip was first announced has died and decreased to almost a negative. But I know everything will be better (or seem better) by the time I step out of the plane and into the terminal over at HK.

Almost time to put on a big, fat, fake smile again.

Six-day countdown to go. Adios!

.

STOP SPREADING STUPID RUMOURS, ASSHOLE.

We both know what YOU did.

Sparks, passion, chemistry.

It takes alot to start a fire.

One needs to strike the right match against the right side of the right matchbox.

Even then, can one be sure of the duration that the match will stay lighted before extinguishing itself?

4-day getaway.

DAY 1
Taking the Penguin-lookalike ferry to our Bintan getaway.
Checking out our beautiful, beautiful villa.
Mini soccer game, touch rugby.
Taking our first dip into the pool(s).
Having our S$18-per-person dinner at the Kelong Restaurant.
Admiring the mass omni-theatre/3D-effect amount of stars.
Playing mahjong with extremely zombified faces.
Watching the ridiculously no-link thriller.

DAY 2
Waking up to "Where's the Colgate?"
Breakfast! Omelette, bacon, sausages, pancakes, Jap fish & rice...
Beach Club.(:
Screaming our lungs out, holding on for dear life on the banana boat!
JET SKIING JET SKIING JETSKIING!
Waiting out the rain under the furiously-leaking wooden roof.
Lazing around our poolside.
Pasar Oleh Oleh!
Cooking our Angel Hair spaghetti dinner.
Big surprise plan for our dear Hoho.(: Upstairs, upstairs. *wink wink*
4-hour wait for our Tiramisu birthday cake.
DRINKING GAME!(: (:

Ace: Choose one person to drink.
2: Choose two people to drink.
3: Choose three people to drink.
4: Set a rule. "WASSUP!"
5: Everybody plays 5/10.
6: Action card. "Andrei's chair is longer!"
7: Everybody say "HE JIU"!
8: Pick a theme. Brands, cars, watches, aircons...
9: Safe card. "I really need to pee!"
10: Drink yourself.
Jack: Chin-master.
Queen: Question-master. "What mixer do you want?"
King: Add any mixer.

Prawn's 'gone' actions, Hoho's red face and body...
Massive dancing/rolling session in the dining area.
Spinning the sofa with Hoho collapsed upon it.
Clearing up after much damage was done for the night.
Girltalk till the wee hours of the morning.

DAY 3
Knocking in the morning; intruder alert.
Curry chicken, sunny-side-up, cornflakes, blahblah...
Bluff! "You bitch!"
Beach volleyball on the hot, hot sand in the hot, hot sun.
Taking a dip, ChocoFudge cake before sending Hoho off.
Shopping; FOS!
Being drama serial critics.
Sesame oil noodle dinner.
Who, What, Why! (How, Huh?)
Indian Poker & Charades. Zookeeper, batik, satellite, locust, pedophile, bagpiper...

DAY 4
(Mostly) Empty stomachs.
Packing up, all good to go.
Check-out, cabbing for last-min FOS shopping.
Saying bye to Bintan and hello again to Sg.
Filling hungry tummies with chicken rice at arrival hall.
Homeeeeeeeeee!