yann tiersen is a genius. and i love him.

i never did realise how anal i was till today's argument over pocky with mum.

it's over a freaking chocolate for goodness sake. to think that i actually, rant and rave about that puny mistake she made.

i must think she's perfect.

i've always known to over-scrutinize. little details that does not to matter. yet, dispel things that does matter.

visions of obsessive-compulsiveness come to view. *shudders*

i came

i saw

i conq..
erm..
nah.
i didn't really conquered candy empire.

cause i had like $1.95 on me. only. that's ain't "conquer" material at all.

next time, i'll bring like a wallet full of notes so i can splurge on all the mad chocs and candies.


hell yeah. that's right people. i went to that shit-ass place with tons of candies and sweet-inducing stuff which will prolly give you diabetes. oh ya, who can forget that touchy-touchy chee-ko-pek cashier. right, ca?

i finally found my long lost friend! OOZE TOOBZ, baby!!! man, i miss that fella. flashbacks of the 1990's came flooding when i saw that juicy tube. it was 1990's all over again. the ridiculous trips to toys'r'us just to get that 'toothpaste thing'. argh. gone are those days.

but my baby is back!

argh.

I LOVE IT!!!

can someone tell me where the hell is C A N D Y E M P I R E?

i want to conquer that motherfucka place. make it mine and not let any of you enter. muahaha.. erm.. no. i shall take that back. please tell me where it is..? i've been living under a rock. or perhaps willy wonka is hiding that darn place away from me cause i haven't been eating much chocos. blergh.

i shan't be the last to know. not me.

on another note, WHY ARE ALL THE COMPUTER SCREENS P U R P L E?!

people are all puzzles to be figured out

i firmly believe that everyone is a uniquely created individual. no one is 'boring'. well, those people do exist. just not THAT boring. there's always something about a person that's different from the others. a fascinating fact about somebody that make you go, 'aah.. that's interesting'. unless that dimwit is damn bloody SQUARE that you can't find anything fabulous about him/her. that's sad. really sad. you either try to spice things up by making them do crazy things. at least they did something amazing. or sympathise and scoot away.

we talk and talk

who would have thought 5 ordinary girls could transport into a noise-generating man-made machine? we spurt nonsense. irritate the hell out of our classmates. those unfortunately sitting widden a metre's radius from us.

you sing a sad song just to turn it around

you know how you always turn to angry music when you're in a dark moment. just so you get to disappear into that corner in order for you to release. well, there's no need to do that anymore cause whenever you're feeling sad or frustrated, just force a smile and slowly the previous emotion will cease to exist. try it.

i'm loving o'briens.

getting free cakes is goody-goody. love their blueberry cheesecake. too bad can't eat their sandwiches. things that can't be eaten somehow looks tastier. you know how tempting 'forbidden fruits' can be?

what if i wear a t-shirt that says, 'marry me dan carter'? does it sound like desperation? or just plain lunacy? i need to know before i make a bloody fool out of myself. so, tell me what you think. by the way, (for those who give a damn) dan carter is the new zealand all blacks kicker. [yes, i'm a fan of rugby] an awesome, awesome, awesome rugby player. most importantly, i think he's HOT!

i can't believe i managed to get hold of an anais nin. book. anais nin?! i want to be her. sort of. she's so e x p l i c i t. it's a shame not many can accept her works. sometimes people just misread between the lines. as if there's a definite black and white. so, is it grey or gray?

note: mima, i know you like to drink teh ais but i ain't it.

the past made me the person that i am today.

i'm standing while writing this. it's abit retarded. cause all the sit-down computer portals are taken up. so i'm left with the stand-up ones. just like the tables you have at food centres. the ones with no seats.

i am a confused individual. during the weekdays, i attend school as per normal. reach home late enough to catch the 9 o'clock shows on tv. squeezing in some 'revision' time. but not as much as i ought to. on friday, saturday and sunday i'm off to work. work my ass off to get just about enough for my monthly expenditure. in between, i occasionally attend to my small 'business'. nothing fancy. if you're interested, i'm willing to share. :)

why i'm confused?

it feels like i'm leading 2 separate lives. not bunburying though. when i'm in school, i'm in a different surrounding as compared to when i'm at work. where i'm exposed to real life. the city buzzing with people. i get to meet tourists, expats. i feel like another person. when i get home, i'm trying to decide between the 2 different lives that i lead. why there's a clear distinction when many would see it as a balance?

p/s happy birthday xia yan!