The horse carriage came by once again whilst she was having her usual dose of black tea at midday. Timely, somfort and warmth, much of what Doll's heart seek.

She gave the balck horse a pat as it nodded in reply, and hopped on to the carriage as it ventured out into the wilderness, into a whole new perspective.

It came to a land filled with gold and rubies, as a king lifted the curtain drawn over the window of the carriage, "follow me, for I have all the riches and glory no other man can give"/ the kingsaid. "These are of no use to me",Doll said in reply. And away the carriage went.

It came to a land filled with sacred manuscripts, as holy man lifted the curtains over the window of the carriage. "Follow me, for i have all the knowledge of the spiritual world for your soul to feast.",the holyman said. 'These are of no interest to me.",Doll said in reply. And away the carriage went.

It came to a land filled with hearts and cupids, as lover lifted the curtains over the window of the carriage."Follow me, for i have an eternity of love for your heart to be filled with bliss.",Doll said in reply. And away the carriage went.

Finally it came to a land filled with familiar things, as a brother lifted the curtains drawn over the window of the carriage."Follow me, for home is where the heart is." , he said. " These means the world to me.", Doll said in reply. And there the carriage stayed.


P.S Happy happy birthday to My Mom & Tong tmr. (:

They sipped whiskey and danced all night
Where were you while they were getting high
Holding on for you, she was, the whole time
Unwavering devotion, never did a moment slip by,
when you were absent from her mind

Admist the party, the thumping, all the noise
ladies, dykes aplenty at all corners of her eye
calls she made to you, umpteen times
For absolute clarity of your voice
she made her way out, mumbled a couple of byes

Down the spiral stairs with her clutch and coat
Smiled, when you fianlly answered
As she stepped out onto the quiet road
In irritation, you yelled over the line
Exclaiming that there's work the day after
and how she is wasting your slumber time
I love you, she whispered
As the van of a drunkard ended her life


P.S

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, XINYING :D
sweet sixteenth, dearie babe.

nuts.

im a happy fuck today. met up with pris, joyce, andrew & waiming and headed t bugis. pigged out at The Terre.
bakedrice&sirloinsteak&casearsalad&everythingelse.
its enough to make a prissy nun drool.
we went trigger happy & snap a couple of prints. i ve got to admit they turned out pretty well, it was the first time that my face didnt look like a fugly bitch.
headed down to indoor stadium jst in time for the PCK musical. it was a total bore. lucky for us, we only blew 20 smackeroos for a 55bucks seat. Thank Lord for cheap bargains.
we cabbed down to bugis again & window shopped, strapped for cash. had mos with pricilla & we bitched everything upside down, it was eight forty when we took the train back. justin msged me t meet up so headed t causeway pt, only t find that silly boy wasting his money on toy cars. he walked me to the busstop& waited with me. sweet lil boy, aint he.

anw, im wiped out to the very last limb. boned tired & weary. retiring to my slumber land now, dont you look for me. (:

toodles. ( i hate the way i wrote today. hor-fucking-rible )

enraptured -


mesmerizing green eyes ;

shaggy blonde hair ;

that sweet melliflous meltmedown voice ;


my lovely eyecandy ;


baby im besotted by you.



/sighs

jesse maccartney, you re my beautiful soul.

prayers be heard.


Fervent wishes, earnest pleads.


Dear God,
I might be a sinner, and doubt in pepetual faith. This might not be the last favor i would have to ask of You, but, but my sincerity is something you cannot Not regard. Let my friend's Dad be alright. Its something of humanity & not for one's selfish desires. To make someone who is so loved & cherished by his family to be well again, to spend the rest of his years doling out inspiration & unconditional love to his wife, sons, and daughter. The devastation is not to be overlooked should something happen to him. To grieve over a loved one is not a minor irritant. Please Lord, a love & a bond so strong, is not sin isnt it? Let his Dad be alright. Please. Im praying. With all my heart. Please.

morphed.


change's fucking inevitable.


between a rock & a hard place, which would you prefer? pfffhhht, i dont comprehend. why is friendship such a complexity of its own. if you re friends, you re friends. period. do not fucking bitch your heart out abt someone i saw u hanging out with at starbucks the day before, having a jolly hoho-fucking ho of a good time.



you know you re in a fuck of a snitch when both of your great friends absolutely loathe each other. guess who morphed unknownst t herself, into a bitchin' thrashcan?I was skimming over a few blogs, & im compelled t gag when i digested some of the inane&superficial contents of some whom i ve sadly labelled as my "friends" , some whom are close&dear t me, are being bitched&stomped about at other of my dear friend's post. no, she fucking dont deserve it. The way you tried to squash her with your tryingtoofuckinghardtobesofuckingCUTE language, and she didnt even SAY anything about YOU or offended you in the first place. so you heard a few rumours about her or you jst plain didnt like the way she looked, qualified you to what? TEAR HER REPUTATION TO UNFORGIVABLE SHREDS? tsktsk, honestly, shouldnt you hang your tail between your head & be ashamed of yourself?



in the rarest of times, i lamented giving my blogsite to a few people. so im not a good judge of people, i never am and never will. so screw me upside down, but thats the deduction for so many betrayals i ve been dealt with. i ve too much trust in people.


a leopard will never change its fucking spots, and here i thought that the glossy paint job shall hide the ugly scars perpetually.



im so thanking my lucky stars for people like shahril, pricilla, karen, weiping, qiaozhen & jieying. (:
they allowed me to be credulous to trust again.




im antsy & footlose with anticipation for the sixers' chalet. Its going to be a roll lickin' good time, im a happy fuck. (:
plus this is the my virigin chalet, im finally allowed to stay overnight ! and im so nutty happy that my first overnight will be with my sixers darlings. ((((((((:

on hiatus.

'tis such a burden to lug out the words from the bottomless pit of the swirling brain capacity.


such a mundane task, it its.


ho-hummm


Self-indulgence is pacing at the door-step of my mind, luring me to abandon this vexatious encumbrance. The allure of fun, leaves it tantalizing trail.


Forgive me while i relinquish my self-discipline, and succumb to the enticement of fun&entertainment.



To the heck with you, chemistry papers. Im seeking the festive escapade.

(:

all the chinese i ve learnt snce i was the tender age of seven were built up to a climax yesterday.
so it was, so it was.

the peak was well... a little disappointing.

well heck it was like any other 'undereds tests i ve taken in my school-hood.
i expected a lil more...oooopmh, a lil more drama, a lil more ceremony.
well wouldnt you? CONSIDERING ITS THE LAST FRIGGING CHINESE PAPER I WILL EVER TAKE.
(:



i hit town with my sevens. shant elaborate much.
am not in the literary mood today.

DO OR DIE.

icandothisicandothisicandothisicandothisicandothisicandothisicandothis
ICANDOTHISICANDOTHISICANDOTHISICANDOTHISICANDOTHIS
IMUSTDOTHISIMUSTDOTHISIMUSTDOTHISIMUSTDOTHISIMUSTOTHIS
IWILLDOTHISIWILLDOTHISIWILLDOTHISIWILLDOTHISIWILLDOTHIS

NO I CANT FUCKING DO IT ! ! ! !
i should jst run out to the road right now and be fucking hit.

SCREAMS.

ok chill, tze. relax, its jst a stupid fuck of an exam anyway.
[mumbles incoherently to self. ]


POST TERMINATED. USER IS NOT IN THE RIGHT MENTAL STATE AT THE MOMENT. WILL BE IN SHAPE TOMORROW. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

[ insert random meaningful snippet here ]


its incredulously unbelieveable.


we re alr sliding down the tail end of may,
and to hop on to june in the flicker of an mascara-ed eye.


& i'll be kicking ass with the seven nuts at this time, a day after.
Great Balls Of Fire, Goodness Gracious Me !
[ insert emoticon here ]




Classification of the "mother tongue mugging masses"


there will always be three primary categories of people.


1. those who can be seen clutching the chinese handbook wherever she/he goes. Be it sleeping, eating, playing, usage of utilary facilities, so on & so forth. This decievingly studious image they portray is jst to flaunt at you that " HELLO, IM STUDYING AND YOU RE NOT LEHHHH. NEH NEH NEH POO POO. IM GOING TO SCORE AND YOU RE GOING TO FLUNK"
or maybe,
they re jst plain ol hardworking people.(:


2. those who have no idea that there's the exams next monday. in fact, i doubt they comphrehend the meaning of exams. " huh? what exam? got mehhh? " and then resumed bonding thier head to the tables.
or maybe,
they re jst a bit of a feather brain. (:


3. those are the ones we love to hate, people whom our envy flock towards like bees to honey.
"chinese O levels? aiyaaaa, never mind one laaa. no need to study one. fail jiu fail lorrrr ! " AND cram like frigging crazy at home, producing stupendous results, but portrays an exceedingly humble demeanor, "aiya, tyko de. " letting their A1/2 jst take over the job of blatantly mocking at our stupidity.


yes, its a cruel world out there, kids. we all belong to some type here or another. we might jst be able to decieve others, tricking them into thinking we re either tremendously hardworking or horribly lazy, but the grades dont lie. whether its a A1 or a F9, your heart knows the best. (:


but all in all, there are some people who are sincere in getting a decent grade.



kudos to carolyn, for mugging so hard for the upcoming devil. im really impressed by her dedication. now why cant i be jst like her and everything will be fine & dandy. hurrrr.
(:



MUG HARD, GUYS!

shape up or ship out.

slashes here&there, slashes everywhere.
no, im not talking suicide, im talking CHINESE.
pffffft, humbug.

i ve jst finished cramming all the shapes&sizes of different chinese characters into my toosmall mind, locking the door & swallowing the key. GULP.

yes, you re SO SO SO fucking bored, because everyone is going on and on perpetually about the mother tongue Os. and you feel like an old hag of a teacher who is marking the SAME OLD ESSAYS ABOUT THE SAME OLD THING for about forty times.

boohoo for you, maybe you should off the monintor and study for your OS too. (:
and if you dont have Os to mug for, i suggest you jst go shoot yourself in the ass before i do.

im ting-a-ling with anticipation for the 30th. Im so going to have the time of my life with the darling 7s. im missing them like fuck. (((:

the vocab aint all that ostentious today. my brain juice ran dryyyyyyy.

toodles.

struck speechless.

dislike&prejudice is handed out like fucking free flyers recently.

lets be realistic here.

I love twoeight. Lord knows how much i treasure them, i love them like nutfucks. But the reel of life dont pause till the credits roll. I cant always keep hanging my heart on the sleeve of my former FANTASTIC class. Reminiscing about the past& drown in my wistfulness, it just isnt done. One has to move on, not idle at a chronicle of your life that has been alr dusted over with a new year, new bonds&new great friendships.

No, im not saying i frigging love the sixers so much more then the 2/8s. No, thats beside the point. Granted, the sixers are a breathe of fresh rejuvenating air. I made so many great friends there. Life doesnt revolve around 28 only. Look, pricilla is a one of the greatest friend i ve ever known. Do you think i would have been friends with her if i dwell&mope about the past? How bout michelle, shahril(s), qz, waiming, yvonne & so much more ? They are bleeding terrific people, beautiful individuals who made my life so much brighter& so much more meaningful ?


Yes,years of being a twoeight-ian is one of the most significant memory in my life. Friendships made there can never and will never be replaced. They are locked in a treasure box tucked away at a special place in my heart, taken out, to savour the beautiful memories . memories are good, but not when you re over-obsessed with it.


Encapsulated in your memories, you can never face the present now.


I love my two classes dearly. I can only praise the Lord for blessing my secondary years with two fantastic class.

i ve been feeling so restless&irritable of late. minorities or majories has been getting on my frazzled nerves.

shit.
coherrent, no?

this sounds so pathetic.
but.

i feel that i have no friends to turn to.

help.


/wails


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/sighs.

i wont even bother pleading you all to tag. my pride&ego has suffered enough/

i'l make this quick.

dashing off an entry before i retire.
for the first time in a pathetically long time, i finally hit town. (:

sad, aint it.

yes i know. but its been so long had i inhaled the heavy smoke ladden air at the heart of the city, to feel the adrenaline of shopping coursing through, clearing through the haze of bio, chem&maths like a hot knife cutting through butter.

YES! IT FEELS SO GOOD I TELL YOU.

i know, im beyond help.
so screw me.
((:

the emotion carousel took me up for a ride.

i ran past anger, swept through depression, flit around happy&delirious , hover around wistfulness, and land my big behind on bitchfits.

sometimes, i fear my poor overworked heart might suffer from cardiac arrest. raw feelings brashing through& charging past, wear&tear is starting to take its toll.

i caught xXx2 : The Next Level. and i often ponder at the utter wonderous inpossibilty of the tasks they perform. In reality, you will without a doubt, crash boom & die. not crash boom & ALAS! IM ALIVE! but all in very all, its the movies after all, escape&dream., and always come true.

why is it in flicks, will the girls always get the boy they want? so conveniently, that there will be mutual liking. so very conveniently, no matter how much of a dweeb/nerd you re, the bitch girl will end up weeping while you smile&kiss with the boy of your dreams.

huh. reel certainly isnt u.g.l.y reality.

how many times did we get what what/who we really want? how many times, do we often savour the change to prance on cloud 9, laughing at the world? how many times, does things turn out right for us?

the sad fact is, i can count the happenings on one hand.

the bright strobe light of reality often snap us out of the misty fog of our dreamy reviriere, cutting through the haze of illusions with a sharp statacco of realism., aka the real world.

enough of the depressions.

15th june, 16th june, 17th june

we shall be having our 1st class chalet in june. i'm ting-aling with anticipation. yummmm. i never thought the day would come that i would utter this, but it makes me so happy to know.

i love my 4/6. they rawk my boat.

its even nicer to know im not the only one agreeing. :D

its time for a change.

i feel rejuvenated.
(:


I PROMISE TO WRITE MORE ENTRIES IF YOU GUYS TAG MORE!
;D

toodles.