A moment like this.

It was one of those wretched moments where your fingers are numb from the cold and you curl your sneakers shod, socks wearing toes in defence against the damned airconditioner in the school's library. Yet you can't head out, as the weather outside is a a bitch, those that sticks your uniform uncomfortably to your back and form beads of perspiration on your upper chin and hairline.

Your friends are all in lessons because they were dumb enough to take geography or history. Your buddy isnt here to bitch with you, because he don't take ProjectWork or Chinese. You could feel your brain freezing with every mundane minute that oozed by.

You have two more hours to go before your next lesson, which is going to be a predictably boring fuck. You can't sleep because thhe cold seems to be eating into your bones, you can't study because your frozen fingers cant hold the pen properly and your brain is too hungry to think straight. You cant eat because that means getting out and into that heat.

Ah, 'tis such a wonderful life.





I miss Adri and Lys. )=

Random thought of the moment

"An apple a day keeps a doctor away.
If the doctor is HOT, throw the damned thing away."

Just my luck all the doctors in the vicinity are fat and balding.

Oh cheese and whiskers.

Ode to bestie

They say you re a lucky little bugger if you have at least one true best friend in your entire life.

I never thought I would have one. I used to think they only exist in fluffy love novels and squealing chick flicks.

That someone to tell everything to, from that loathesome girl in your class to the cute boy over at the booth.
Someone to finish that sentence in your head.
Someone to order your food without ever needing to ask you.
Someone who knows you hate mayonnaise and always ordered plain for you.
Someone who knows your favourite chocolates.
Someone who believes in you more than you believe in yourself, but is always there to pull you down to earth.
Someone who waits for you after classes, during breaks and before school without telling each other beforehand.
Someone who you can count on not losing that special bond simply because you cant hang out together due to other different cliques and obligations.
Someone whom you are comfortable enough to not feel a need to talk when there's a laspe in conversation.
Someone who is able to immediately sense your unhappiness when you had managed to convinced the rest of the world otherwise.
Someone where you know the things you have to talk about never ends.
Someone whose hugs are so safe and full of care, it always brightens even your foulest days.

Someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

Here's to you, bestfriend.
I do love you so.


I'm one lucky bitch.

It's not you, it's me.

Editor's Note : Hello dear ones. I will be blogging once again, but instead, I will be updating more on my everyday goingons and emotions rather than waxing poetry and ranting philisophies. Because I ve realized, as sad it is, I ve ran out of the tingle to rant and bellow about life, and surppressed emotions and a desire to write about my youth is growing like jack's beanstalk. I wish to be hollaring at my kids about "Why, when I was your age..." and actually remembered something that happpned when I was in that particular age.
I will understand if you readers lose interest, but I hope you understand. This is a phase for me, and who knows? I might be back to blogging the usual manner someday not very long from now when I feel my life is a boring fuck. And it finally got into my mind that this blog is for ME, so I should just write any damned thing that makes me happy. So Im sorry and I do hope you will continue to visit, even if you just want to make me feel loved but you care nuts about the writings in my site. By all means, act. Of course, there WILL be occasional times where I feel a need to bitch about an issue and I will write. But all in all, my blog has become my journal. And fuckit, I realized my memory is getting worse with each passing day, so I need to to pen events into written memories before I lose everthing in my head.
Thanks once again, and I wish you well.

I sacrificed a sleep-in to attend TheNewpaper annual BigWalk today, which is really rare. Because heavens knows, I love, no, NEED my sleep-in every sunday. Waking up at five too early a.m is unheard of and should be made illegal. So clap for me, please.

The big walk was just like sex in barns ; hot, sweaty and a hell load of a funtime. 10km is NOT a short distance, mind you, and I'm proud to say we made it through without detuoring into SuntecCity or MarinaSquare for food & airconditioning. Okok, so actually we barged our way in the first kilometer, and didnt start at the starting point, because we were so late and the national stadium was too far. And bloody hell, I did not get my goodie bag and balloons, so I swore to my girls that I shall complete the damn walk to get it. So I'm being kiasu, but what do you expect out of another fellow singarrporrrlllleeaan?

We cam whored through the entire walk. It was TEN kilometres. What did you expect us to do? Sing?


So yadda yadda on, we completed the walk and God decided to let it POUR. So we were stuck at this cramped bus stop at hell knows where, with the rain coming down in fucking buckets. Being hungry, aching and sticky, it wasnt the most pleasant feeling to have. But lets move on with life.

We bought tickets for Over The Hedge. So the animals are cute, and I was dying to see bruce willis's macho voice issuing out of this disgustingly adorable little skunk/possum/squirrel character. We flew down to Fish&Co to appease the monsters in the tummies. And I fucking swear, that 10km walk just went to the pits. Feeling fat and contented, we went up.

The movie was typical and disappointing. So when girls sulk, girls eat. Went to TCC, and pigged out again. The guilt was heavy on my back but it wasnt heavy enough to stop me. DAMMIT.

YaddaYadda. Oompa Loompa. The rest of the details werent significant. So I was considering whether to upload my gorgeous face onto the post. But my my bed is looking the very picture of seduction so I am sorry but your eyes will just have to get a treat the next time I decided to be nice.

Yours for the time being,
Tze.

Rubbish looks like this

I'm at loss.

I glanced around for inspiration. Thought hard about what could be interesting. Stare for hours at the infuriating glowing screen.

But I couldnt think of anything to blog about. Im sorry, I have failed you readers. Despite everything else, there IS an unwritten standard and protocol I would have to follow writing tale-dujour.

And it's getting harder and harder to write.

My mind feels blank. They call it the writer's block. And its an utterly despressing feeling. Right now, it feels more like the writer's 1000foot tall barricade.

Im labouriously pecking out each and every letter right now. This is a trying task.


Im in need of a brief hiatus. The noose on my neck is getting too tight.

Im sorry. But when the intangible finally comes to me, I shall write again. Do frequent here.

tale-dujour is far from over.