contemplation;

somebody save me.


signed,sealed,delivered.

you know,sometimes it irks when people think that you're dumb cos' you appear to be oblivious to what they're doing behind your back and also the lies that they say.like,it's not that i don't know,it's just that i don't care.i just don't wanna stoop to your level and expose you.i could jolly well let you continue living in your own fantasy world.that sucks,i know.but i'm just that way.

and so the only time i'd expose people is probably when i cannot take it anymore,or that the lies are getting way outta hand,to the extent whereby my pride is a stake(you know who i'm talking about).and only then would i start lashing out insults,like,a tit for a tat.works eh?lol.

so yeah,that's about all.so if you think things that you say or do won't go around,think again.words are much deadlier a weapon than swords.sounds weird,i know.haha.


signed,sealed,delivered.

okay,here's something really random.....


i want a hot gay friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!and i mean it.

told'ya it was random...so don't say i didn't warn you.:X


okay,pathetic short post once again but i'm real bummed,so,goodbye laptop and hello bed.(:


signed,sealed,delivered.

watching 'extreme makeover:home edition' makes me cry.and if any one of you out there are thinking that it's some show about people going under the knife,boy,you are so wrong.

it's a show whereby a team of people go out there to help the needy;those who hardly have a proper place to live in,people who have special needs and also those that are homeless.now,don't you see why i tend to cry everytime i watch the show on sundays?you do,don't you.

and every week when i listen and learn about the things that those families have gone through and how hard they have tried to survive,i can't help but notice how fortunate i am here with my family and friends.besides,most of us in singapore have a proper home to live in and also people who actually care and bother bout' us.and if you're shaking your head and thinking about how naggy your mum is,think again.how many of us actually risk getting shot dead or killed everytime we step out of our house?i mean,provided your dad's from the triads and your life is at stake with every step you take,then i reckon you have all the reason in the world to start whining about how life for you is pointless.otherwise,i don't think any of us should actually start getting all suicidal and stuff for the smallest things.it's not worth it.at all.

so go on,take a look at your own life in a whole new way,go understand the people around you and learn the ropes to loving your family members.your life may just turn out to be more meaningful than it used to be.like what i've typed in my pm,"there are people out there that need us."and i mean it.


signed,sealed,delivered.

i am back to prevent my blog from decomposing and releasing methane into the air!let's just say i'm trying to make an effort to save the earth:/

okay,things are kinda...back to normal between me and HIM,like,yeah.best friends.hahahaha.i was kinda shocked when i heard those two words...the last time i heard them was probably...centuries ago?hohoho.so yeah,i'm pretty cool with it(:

and so the stress is building up in school,specially with unreasonable teachers(you know who i'm talking about),and tons of homework,it's pretty tough not getting a headache.so,my way to tackle stress?exercise my arse off and hope that i won't die due to a heart failure.hummm.

that's all i'm gonna post about i guess.wanted to post photos though but like it's SLOW so i shan't bother to post any.call me lazy but i still ain't gonna post'em.ha!

bye for now.(:(& bye forever to that liar,oh no,it's LOSER.)


signed,sealed,delivered.

i love you;really.


signed,sealed,delivered.

PAULA DEANDA
"Doing Too Much"
(feat. Baby Bash)

I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you try'na diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)

See you got me all alone
Waitin right here by the phone
For you to call me
Just to hear your voice tone
I keep on wondering if you was even feeling me
I keep on wondering if this was even meant to be

Tell me im'ma waste of time
Boy you showing me no sign
Is it cuz u on ya grind cos' you're always on my mind
I keep on wondering if everything you said was true
I keep on wondering if you were really coming through

Now here I go again blowing you up
And my girlfriends keep telling meI'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up
And my girlfriends keep telling meI'm doing too much

I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you try'na diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)

I'm out with my girls try'na have a good time
And you know I'm looking fly
Try'na meet sum other guys
But it gets hard sometimes cos' there ain't no one just like you
I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me through

All i can picture is the color of your eyes
And the way u make me smile
I ain't felt this in a while
But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion
Chaos and confusion
But I'm not gonna let it ruin
The way I feel about myself cuz I got self-esteem
sometimes I wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
The way I feel about myself cuz I got self-esteem
sometimes I wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy

I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you try'na diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)

[Baby Bash:]
Just leave ya name and number
And Im'ma holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And Im'ma holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And Im'ma holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And Im'ma holla at cha

Ronnie Ray all day
Women in the hall way
Ev day losing track of the people try'na call me
Don't take this the wrong way
I been havin long days, doing it, moving round the town
Wherever I'm getting my song played

Now here I go again blowing you up
And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up
And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much

I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you try'na diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Doing too much

P.S.:& i'm missing you already.


signed,sealed,delivered.

& homework causes headache.a really bad one indeed.:/

spent the whole day trying(note:trying) to finish my homework which currently consists of chemistry,social studies and english.i'm pretending that my english homework doesn't exists cos' i haven't got any inspiration at all.besides,i've got double the inspiration to look for cos' apparently,i've got two essays to write.argh,dreading.

and now the problem with my chemistry is that,whilst everybody spent their holidays doing their tys from back to front(which is the so-called right way,with reference to jesse lim's arrangement),this girl over here(obviously me) has been doing her tys the 'right way round',which is from front to back.so now i'm in deep shit cos' she wants to collect them and i'm nowhere near the back.great.

as for social studies,it's a paper that has once been done in the past,so obviously i've got totally no idea what to write.specially when you're 're-doing' the paper.well,i could have just dug up my old copy and zapped it or something but apparently,i'm trying to be a nice kid and have a conscience,so here i am,struggling to finish it before the clock strikes midnight tonight.wish me luck peeps.

and so i'm off.


signed,sealed,delivered.

& i'm feeling hangover-ish.loser.


and so i went to acs(b)'s carnival yesterday.wasn't too bad.but wasn't very entertaining either.erm,no offense,boys.:X

after that we(bernice,ruth,yuhui&me) went to meet up with christina at newton mrt to go over to sph for her rehearsal.after much hooha-ing in the toilet,the semi-finals of the singing competition started.and,unfortunately,christina didn't advance into the finals.):but well,she was having a sore throat,so i'd say it was good enough that she could sing a whole song without losing her voice.(:

left with yuhui and bernice as ruth left earlier,we headed to plaza singapura for supper....at mac.==first meal of the day for me and it was a fillet-o-fish meal.how nice is that.:/

and here comes the worse part of the day.we got stranded in town till 1.30am with no available cabs in sight!!!and my dad had to resort to cabbing down from my place to fetch all 3 of us home.zzz.

well,that's probably the end for our....'stranded-night-out' yesterday.i'm too tired to remember details.behh.

P.S.:bernice called citibank for a cab.hahahahahahahahahaha.


signed,sealed,delivered.