Month: October 2004

London Rendezvous.

The ball was fun. Too bad I had to leave early, cause my Dad was so punctual for the first time in his life. Here are some pics. This is probably the disappointing part. So chubby. I look probably 10 pounds heavier than I really am. Or maybe I am in denial. Hahahahaha. Well, next year I’ll post pictures of a hot chick. That’s right, I’m going to be a hot chick. Stay tuned…

Standing from left : Brian, Song Yia, Me

Seated from left : Wei Ket, Carmen, Sook San, Hansen

Me, Song Yia, Morten

Me, Morten, Ma Ning

Lawrence, Me

More pictures to come.

p/s: Am removing the music. Loads so slow!

Am sappy like that.

I had no idea Lycos has such a cool mp3 database. Thanks, dear. So, here is one of my favourite songs. I always sing it while I hang the laundry. Most often than not, I cry while I do so (when I sing it, not when I hang laundry). Go figure.

Incubus – I Miss You

To see you,

when I wake up is a gift

I didn’t think could be real.

To know that you feel the same

as I do is a three-fold utopian dream.

You do something to me

that I can’t explain.

So would I be out of line

if I said, I miss you…

I see your picture,

I smell your skin on

the empty pillow next to mine.

You have only been gone

ten days, but already I’m

wastin’ away.

I know I’ll see you

again, whether far

or soon.

But I need you

to know that I care

and I miss you.

Okay, just changing the “i” ‘ to “I” is making my eyes heavy. Isn’t it creepy how songs could spell out exactly what you’re feeling?

Love hate relationship.

This have been keeping me up, till I overslept and missed class this morning. Pathetic, I know. But oh so addictive. Thanks to you, Jellie_Beanie!

Don’t get yourself addicted at this place.

I have very similar clothes as the doll’s. Which makes it all the more fun. First doll is my prom look.

Speaking of prom, I so fucked up my diet. It’s the hormones I tell you. Time of the month soon and I just can’t stop eating. I sort of hate myself now. Just last night, I had congee and a Ramly burger for supper. SUPPER. It’s horrid, my confidence is hitting the pavement, my arms are like two elephant legs. Shit murthafarker shit. I’m going to bloody hulahoop for 4 hours. You hear me, I’m going to bloody do it. And I don’t care if my whole waist gets blue black. Grrrr.