Pissed

Pissed...with...Men Like YOU.

Yes, I'm a bitch. And you're a JERK. Yes, YOU. Sucker.

Now Get OUTA My Sight.

Busy.

And loving it (:

Hello my sweet papaya!

I found out where I can find future husbands. In supermarkets. That's right!

The creme de la crop; the icing on the cake of the male counterparts.

I didn't have a chance to blog abt this last night but hell yes, this is place where you can find decent husbands-to-be clad in business suits with ipod earphones plugged in.

let's see, er...They can cook, they have a job and they are most likely bachelors. hurhur.

Don't believe me, go check it out.

I have an affinity for tall and slightly plump men. LOL. They are cute, just like the 2 I saw yesterday. They are very huggable and well-fed (and ready to be slaughered. Just Kidding)

Just another bimbotic post. uh..........

I'm a clown

Damn Irritating.

I fell down whilst cycling. (Yeeee haw!) I was a little annoyed because i had only embarked on my journey for abt, what 10min? then my bike crashed onto the Holy Ground. ?!?#@#!

But heck. I carried on riding, a little disconcerted whether I shld wash the dirt away from the blood lest it becomes an ugly bruise. And also, because my legs were fair(ER), I was worried that the scar might become bloody apparent.

I am a vain-pot. Thank You.

Anyway, heck! then I continued riding for another 20 more min until it became si bei pain that I cld ride no more and had to go home, lah.

I don't know if I was fortunate or unfortunate, that nobody saw my ugly stance of falling from the sky, like Mr Bean. Which meant no embarrassment whatsoever and of cause, No assistance. I'll choose the former.

Blah. Coming to think of, it was spooky. Having to fall down in the temple where there's nobody. But I guess I'm probing too much into this. Still hurts :'(

And now, you see a uneven Beautiful Emblem of the temple gravel on my left knee. Ahh...How nice. *note the sarcasm here.

Now Mr Bruise (Lee) [Sorry for the corny-ness] is busy pussing. pretty gross. Why Must It Pus. Crap.



Well, I guess I totally deserved it.





because I was trying to cycle without hands.

Look! No hands!

Crash.

(:

woo hoo!~

can i say sth? *raises hand excitedly*

Really have to thank the Lord for the HD for the last MBC mod!!!

=D

THANK YOU THE ONE UP THERE!

excessive blogging

I feel like i'm going to drown.

I feel stifled.

I feel STAGNANT.

:(

it's trying.

but i shld give myself and others one chance.

Oh God, i feel pain.


snow patrol--chasing cars. nice.

I am sabattical.

Gravitating towards passivity.

The wallpaper of meditation.

I'm a Mope.



De 49 year-old son of a bitch was vommitting the entire night. Like some freakshow in action whereby the creep hides in a shadow and makes wicked noises...

at 3.30am, he was still coughing like an ah kaw who tio-ed TB. And the disgusting thing was, he puked all over the living room, hence the patches of white putrid undigested waste in every corner.

There was even a big fat raisin in the middle of the soiled matter.

The worse thing was, he proceeded to lick up his puke each time he regurgitated. Yucks.

Thanks to my highly retarded sister who fed him God knows what--salad and raisins. And I suspect, even mooncake. Freako.

My sister treats him like a trash-can. From 1) durian to 2) broccoli to 3) plain bread 4) bread with natella to 5) orange juice to 6) pieces of chicken and beef my mum cooks to 7) MY SPECIALLY CONCOCTED SALAD WITH RAISIN (idiot lah) which includes celery, cucumber and apples and 8) moooncakes.

Okay, I shan't deny that I am guilty of feeding him kaya bread too. But seriously, we shld have known that nearly all 50 year-olds have dysphagia and for his case, aphasia, agraphia and anomia.

Ahh...whatever. hopes he recovers from food poisoning.

a conversation between Me and [ARIX] หื่นศักดิ์ ลามกภักดี (a.k.a. p) went like this...

me: pee ra pong!
p:i gotta call the cops
p:wait
me:hmm? ok (I really thought sth happened lah!)

*after a while...*

p:ya
p:i called them
p:the police said to track all actions of e**d and report back if theres any contact
p:so......
me:right...
me:bananas man.
me:-_-"
p:>.<
p:haha
p:so what now?
p:coming to bother me at this time



omg. i can so skin pee alive.

meet neurotic pee. the one who lunched with me when i was in suntec. man, that was soooooooo long ago?

ooo i love catching up with girlies

yay. another great outing.

gaAAaaa zhua~~ oh. er..random words. means coooocckroach btw.

hee.

BUT.

i am NOT going to eat another ham and cheese crepe from marche for as long as i live. MARK MY WORDS. today i ate and ate and ate and felt like puking. You see, usually i wld share it with my mum but today my mum wasn't with me. And i was VERY hungry. so i ate all.

And i almost died.

it's my 6th time in marche and the 5th time ordering the exact same thing. blah. The last, perhaps. hee.

I WILL be wearing dark colours from today onwards. WHY? BECAUSE. I AM fat. you know i put on like 11 pounds in 7 mths? For that, I can so slap myself again.

So yeah, there you go. ARGH. i hardly have dark clothes in my wardrobe. Darn it. Son of a biscuit. *swears*

I must lose the 11 pounds by THIS SATURDAY. *sob sob*

yada yada yada. i sat beside jaychou on my way home in the bus. that is, jaychou with a couple of pounds. from the side-view. and i cldn't help turning to my left for like...erm...5 times? feels good sitting beside a cutie man.

but when i got off the bus and saw his face from the front, i tell you my hopes were dashed. need i say more?

No lah, i am just kidding. hehe, just that sometimes fantasy (side-profiles for this case) are less crude=P

Sweet.

today i was feeling rather egoccentric. in the train, i had an urge to do sth from the scene on-set...on everyone who laid eyes on me. It was "Meet the Parents" movie to be exact. Like how Robert De Niro directed his index and middle fingers in each of his eyeballs and proceeded to point it at BenStiller, his to-be-son-in-law, somewhat intimidatingly.

The rationale of cause, was to signal "I am watching you...so don't try anything funny" hehe. Was just being eccentric.

Then there was this commuter in the train who was blasting his headphones at like what, 110 decibels? if he didn't feel the pain, i was definitely suffering. oh well. all i can say is...

happy going deaf. cheers =)

Give Up.

Yes. I shall do just that.

i think i feel better now =)

Do you know it sucks having to hold on to certain things? it just doesn't work that way anymore.

Pple move on, times change. And I just wanna forget abt it.

if pple really love you, they will always have you in their hearts.

The unexpected calls.

You answer it.

You have a [pleasant?] surprise.

You catch up.

You live it.



sorry.

I can't delude myself anymore.

It's just not it.

I'm changing, am I?

Depression

Depression
Persistent sad, anxious, or "empty" mood
Feelings of hopelessness, pessimism
Feelings of guilt, worthlessness, helplessness
Loss of interest or pleasure in hobbies and activities that were once enjoyed, including sex
Decreased energy, fatigue, being "slowed down"
Difficulty concentrating, remembering, making decisions
Insomnia, early-morning awakening, or oversleeping
Appetite and/or weight loss or overeating and weight gain
Thoughts of death or suicide; suicide attempts
Restlessness, irritability
Persistent physical symptoms that do not respond to treatment, such as headaches, digestive disorders, and chronic pain

Another type of depression is bipolar disorder, also called manic-depressive illness. Not nearly as prevalent as other forms of depressive disorders, bipolar disorder is characterized by cycling mood changes: severe highs (mania) and lows (depression). Sometimes the mood switches are dramatic and rapid, but most often they are gradual. When in the depressed cycle, an individual can have any or all of the symptoms of a depressive disorder. When in the manic cycle, the individual may be overactive, overtalkative, and have a great deal of energy. Mania often affects thinking, judgment, and social behavior in ways that cause serious problems and embarrassment. For example, the individual in a manic phase may feel elated, full of grand schemes that might range from unwise business decisions to romantic sprees. Mania, left untreated, may worsen to a psychotic state.



oh my gord. this really sounds like me. remember emma, my alter ego? this is bad. i have bipolar depression. i know i do. just that pple don't believe me. what can i do.

how i wish i can scream my lungs out !!!!!!!!!!