oh so its back.

what the hell.

IS THIS THING TOYING WITH ME?

FUCK AND DOUBLE FUCK.

I had too much time on my hands and just HAD TO GO FIDDLE with my html.

now my haloscan is gone.
!@#$%^^&(*&^%$#@ !

If somebody is such a DARLING to help me whack it back in shape, rest assured i will be eternally grateful.

HINT HINT AND BIGGER HINTS.

pretty please. (=

msg me for the username & password.

Satisfied.

Celebrated Yvonne's belated sixteenth at Kbox yesterday. A fabulous time would be a gross understatement. i ve never felt happier or more at high. There were tons of laughters, heaps of wild screaming, loads of off-key singing/screaming/crooning, and of course, countless good ol' girlish giggles and shrieks.

Sometimes, what a girl needs is some plain ol' girlish undulated FUN. Complete with singing, chocolate and your bunch of crazy whacky best friends. The ultimate formula for any mood-lifter.

Joyce bought the cake from Bakerzin. It was a decadent confection of thick chocolate mousse, sinful chocolate crunchies + hazelnuts. One bite alone would put any months of dieting to complete waste.

Naturally, we lapped it all up.

Jumping on the couches, dancing on the tables, singing so loud our fellow Kbox neighbours were looking over. Wistfully, i might add. (=
It was pure fun. Time zoom by like it was on steroids. Handphones were left neglected, as we throw ourselves into the moment, ignoring everything that was happening outeld of the four peeling sound-proof walls of our room.
Ruefully, 6pm came. The stereo went silent on auto. Miffed that those lifeless machine were dampening our fun, we continued singing into mikes, ( fortunately, it wasnt on auto off ) with no music, just the blend our voices, speaking of our friendship, everlasting. One song turn to ten, ten turned to twenty. The people were curious how we kept on singing, we were a spectacle. But who cared? (=

It was the best time in ages. And we came out, promising that our next date would be on the 7th Oct. This time its Jasmin and yuting's sweet sixteenth.

Another day of fun and magic, Im alight with anticipation.

Thank you girls, for making this special (=

When you try to get everything that belongs to stay with you, it just ends up drifting even further away.

Like an endlessy frustrating Venn disgram, my circle of friends will never intercept. I'm so exhausted, fatigue is eating me from the inside. In the process of trying to stay with everyone, inevitably, you tend to neglect.

It so tiring, so tiring i dont even feel like writing in perfect English, and use complicated words and analogies to mess up with what i really wanted to say in the first place.

GUYS, im pleading with you. Im seriously really tired. I am. I cant take this anymore. I always wonder, carolyn, how did you prefected this precarious balancing act? With so many friends?

I screwed up with the friends i started Sec3 with. The people whom i opted to 37 for.
I screwed up with jiayi.
I screwed up with the seven girls. somehow or another, I did.
I screwed up with pris and everyone else.

I screwed everything that was once precious and dear to me.

In a word, Im screwed.
Somehow, i reckoned Lord is hinting that something ought to be done.

Im so tired, really so tired.
Sighs.


( Happy Birthday, yvonne. )

Smiles for hire.

$5 smiles : Your friends would be able to see through the facade in an instant.

$10 smiles : After moments, your buddies would be able to sense that something is amiss.

$15 smiles : Will fool the crowd, but not your best friends.

$20 smiles: Even your buddy has to take some time to deciper whats wrong.

$100 grins : Everybody will think that you're happy and dont have a problem with the world.

which is generally what we are all looking for, isnt it?

Now, who wants to hire a smile to paste on for the rest of the day? To hide behind this mask, giving you an absolute opaque facade, hiding you from the scutinzing of the society.

sounds tempting. (:

Without her hooker drag, she looked positively chic.
Hermes and Prada,
Savaltore and Vuitton.

Her clients would be surprised.

Finding refuge from the biting cold in a red phone booth, her clumsy fingers fumbled with the coin slot, her quivering interior hidden by a fashionably large Burberry trenchcoat, portraying to the society a confident female, beautiful and inditimating. This masquerade, so cleverly staged, fooling the passing world. No, you could not see her bloodshot eyes, hidden by Gucci sunglasses, oh no, you certainly could not decipher her bruises and cuts on her otherwise flawless complexion, Anna Sui took care of that.

Those coulture vipers would have been proud of their products.

The coin finally complied, slotting in neatly. Trembling, she dialled the numbers that were imprinted in her memory for so long. So long, she never thought that she would ever have to use it. But reality revealed its cruel side, mocking her and her fervent prayers every night, her pleads to the Lord were all in vain. Tears stung her already swollen eyes, her lips quivering. as she recalled what had happened, her cheeks flushed with intense humiliation just by the mere thought.

Finally, as though her recepient could sense her pain, and was saving her from further recollection of her ordeal, picked up the phone, rasping a hoarse hello.

"M...Max? It's time. "

If you're old and have the shakes,
If all your bones are full of aches,
If you can hardly walk at all,
If living drives you up the wall,
If you're a grump and full of spite,
If you're a human parasite,
THEN WHAT YOU NEED IS A WONKA-VITE!

Your eyes will shine, your hair will grow,
your face and skin will start to glow,
Your rotten teeth will all drop out,
and in their place new teeth will sprout.
Those rolls of fat around your hips,
will vanish, and your wrinkled lips
will get so soft and rosy-pink
That all the boys will smile and wink
and whisper secretly that this
is just the girl they want to kiss!
but wait! For that is not the most
important thing of which to boast.
Good Looks you'll have, we've told you so,
But looks arent eveything, you know.
each pill, as well, to you will give,
AN EXTRA TWENTY YEARS TO LIVE!
So come, old friends, and do whats right!
lets make our lives as bright as bright!
Lets take a dose of this delight!
This heavenly magic dynamite!
You can't go wrong, you must go right,
ITS WILLY WONKA'S WONKA-VITE!


hoho. (:
Amaths is doing this to me.