Juncture

For the first time in my soddy almost-18 years of life, I saw the most magnificent display of fireworks ever (I ate at SUBWAY for the first time too). Stop smirking. Nghhh.

So when I wanted to take a picture of it with my handphone - the phone (which I'm starting to get tired of now) had low battery. Splendid.

Gosh. I will never forget that sight. Alright, I behaved like some village humdrum but man, it was the first time I've seen fireworks at such a close proximity. And with my favourite people watching it at the same time too (:

Usually I can see them at the Padang from my flat, but that's about it.

Good show, Juan. Really. The MSC meets again! With AnnieM, too. Yippee. (:


Wisdom of the day:
Did you know that wearing too much of Havaianas will give you smelly feet?
Mine did. I'd better go disinfect them or something. Ciao.

Vapour

1. Field Assignment 1 is back - I guess I did okay. Uh, yeah. Could've been better I guess, after reviewing it. Seems like a lack of social life isn't such a bad thing after all.
Talk about being the worst best student.
Thank God for the better-than-the-first-year grades I've been getting so far, though.

2. Jose Mourinho's head is getting too big for his shoulders. He claims that Chelsea reserves can beat Man Utd and Arsenal.
This is what money does to your grey matter - nothing good.


3. I want my next partner to be my future husband (that is, if anyone would actually want me). Yes Karen, I'm on it again. Shut up. But seriously, what Mavis says is right. I can't be much of a girly girl (hey my GENDER is a female after all) without grossing anyone else out. The rest who have seen me on 'teh'-mode before (I promise I was sub-conscious!) can attest to that. Really, I don't know why it comes on um, naturally at those times.
I'm toning down, so ain't that a good thing!?

Maybe I'm schizo! Aiyah duno lah. I will just stick to being that Beni in Cambodia. Unglam. ------>>>>

With my wounds yet to be fully healed, finding a partner is out of the question for now. Unless that partner is someone God wants to use to heal them. Who knows?

A relationship without God in the centre... Is no relationship.
Gosh, I sound like a certain PR lecturer. Ha.


Alright you can see that I'm trying to find something to blog about.
Erhh...

I bought an organizer! Finally! Everyone should get one too, it's great for health!



K bye.

This evening, my mom gave up one of her weekly pickle ball games for me to do my assignments. ): I was supposed to go run the lan shop.
(For those who don't know, my dad took over a lan shop earlier this year.)

She has made so many sacrifices and is doing twice as much for the family now -

I seriously don't know how to repay her.



I'll be a good girl.

Posterior

QT of the day: Romans Chapter 5

I FELL ON MY BUTT TODAY, and make that hard.
No one saw. But still.!

Stupid wet morning again (it's not even the monsoon!) and the stupid stairs were too slippery. My glasses slammed onto the floor (don't worry, I didn't fall flat on my face - they were on my hand), and I think they're not really aligned now. My butt hurt a lot (and still does), but my mind was on the laptop in my bag. The sound which was made when I fell wasn't from me or my butt.

Thank God it was alright. I cannot afford my laptop to die - not with all the assignments at hand.

Anyway if you're wondering why I'm feeling quite traumatized, it's because my tailbone has been injured before. The first time I rollerbladed and fell saw my tailbone getting 'pushed inwards', and I went for 8 sessions of ACUPUNCTURE (yes, on my buttcrack) to save my spine. It was harrowing, it was humiliating, it was horrible.

So please, please, please - don't fall on your butt. No matter how bouncy or perky or cushiony you think it is, walk carefully.

If the pain continues for another week whenever I sit, I'll.. I'll...

I'll be darned. Please don't tell my mama what happened. I don't want a forest of needles planted on my butt.

Anyway, introducing LFC's latest addition.. Peter Crouch.
(Pic taken from Dan's blog)

I somehow keep thinking of Halley Potty. Barty Crouch, y'know. Haw.


I musn't let it grow..

Blogger's latest offer - image hosting. Great stuff.

Anyhow. Dor, I saw this photo on Ps Wesley's blog and I suddenly felt like I haven't seen you the longest time even though we had just met up on Wednesday. And that was after quite some time too eh.

I miss you and Rose a lot! Looking forward to our Bible study on Wednesday. (:

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and He will make your paths straight." - Proverbs 3:5-7

Val inspired me to write a story too. Sorry for copying the 'third person' style, but that was all I could think of now. (:
Any resemblance to any character, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Not.

Keys

For the first time ever, songs failed to relieve the ennui. Plucking the music from her ears, she stared into the colourless sky and her heart gave a slight shudder. She turned around, her eyes taking in the still surroundings. Despite the sun, a chill dipped onto her flesh, where someone had soldered an ugly, permanent scar into it. Then her handphone rang. Message received. Reading it, a smile lit her face and her heart and as briefly as it came, it went - and what remained was that slight bitter taste of the Justea drink she liked so much.

Or did she still?

She glanced back down at her toy. Be honest, she whispered to herself. A tinge of happiness did linger, yet she knew that those few words on her hands were much of empty hope. Sweet, but empty. As much as she wanted to move on, fate didn't budge more than an iota.

The new prospect felt right, but something said it didn't. It is a prospect afterall. She shook the thoughts out of her head. Control, control. What is wrong with you? Haven't your fingers been burnt enough? What else do you want to try burning! Only that this one is nothing like him..

Various emotions surged through. Self-pity wasn't her, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for herself. Then Mockery entered, and Regret followed. The familiar 'if onlys' started swimming into her vision. If only.

With yet another violent shake of her head, she told herself to snap out of it. There's no point in reminiscing anymore. No point holding on, when a precious bond called 'friendship' is so willingly smashed, just like that. No point holding on, when you have brought yourself into this. Move on, girl. Move on.

If she can do this to a close friend of 5 years, what more an acquaintence of 10 years. It is of course easier to believe someone you've trusted with your life for many, many years, than to believe the words of a kid who is... Deluded. Why, he would never do such a thing. She knew him fully well, or so she thought. (Perhaps it was an ego issue.) How could that she be compared to herself? She knew him better than anyone else. She knew..

But she didn't know that love is blind.

It was so freaky that her mother had actually predicted this acrimony 2 years ago. When everything was pure, nice and clean. She dropped an ominous warning which fell on deaf ears and an innocent heart. Now, this set of ears have heard more than enough, and a heart, sullied.

Yet her mother, when she revealed the story ever so slightly to her, said that she has always been praying hard for her. Speechless for once, she turned her face away to hide the sorrow and remorse which threatened to betray her forced, nonchalant emotions.

If she only knew what her daughter has been made of. If she only knew.

to be continued... Maybe.

Walking

365 days ago, things were so different. But it doesn't matter anymore - I'm on another track now.

So I finished Eddy's Parry Hotter after a mad read from 12mn to 5.05am on Tuesday. I felt kinda weird walking in the dark to go take my last pee before I slept, because somehow I had this eerie feeling that Dumbledore would drop into my sight. Woah I shall stop before I divulge any more.

These few days have been much of a wonderful break. PR hiccups (footers became Page 1 of 1, Page 2 of 2 but we thought, the heck already), having an enjoyable lunch with some of the classmates in town, hanging out with a few church youths (Pris' mom makes the Best fish 'n' chips!) and FINALLY catching up with my dearest Ah Ma. BOO!! Hahaha. Inside joke.

Thought of the day:
Why is there always a connection between men and lies?
It's scary to find people who can lie with their eyes wide open. Hullow?
But like I said, lies will get around and hit you back. And today, it did for one. I don't know what I feel more - amused or repulsed. But they both exist, and my last words are:
Another one bites the dust.

It's becoming easier.

Caught Jaehyeon finally for a good dinner/catch up before he returns to Korea on Sunday morning. Ron Weasley left me a very tired person whose energy is yet to have regenerated since Tues, so I felt really bad because this tiny part of me wanting to bail home. I managed to sustain myself till Taka's Coffee Bean started putting up its closing sign.

We managed to talk about loads of things, ranging from Koreans' lack of poise (sharing everything is an unspoken culture, and I mean EVERYTHING - without asking) to Durai's unlikable son. I'll miss that dude.. Don't know when I'll be able to see him again.

Saw a little poem on H's blog about her days of the week, so I wrote one about mine too. Here goes...

Monday's class is a total waste of time
Tuesday's lectures lasts for hours - nine!
Wednesday's great, I end at one
Thursday in 3 hours I am done
but Friday is a good 12-hour day
(I realise it's all about my timetables, I say)
Saturdays I hardly get out and play
(Social life? I have none per se)
Sundays it's near the end of the rest, but God's work will not be put to the test!

Oh by the way, Podeejay has accepted me. Marketing, here I come..!

how i found
a sole broken off
paid a heavy price
proving two thrown dice
yellow - two and
blue - six
put side by side afix
renders complete
the girl absolete
helpless and shorn
devastated and torn
amending the strings
yoking broken rings

2T10

PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD:

News Writing tutorials THIS FRIDAY (22/07) is CHANGED to:

11am
Blk 56-06-06

"The room has been approved. I will see all of you at 56-06-06 at 11am on Fri. You will be
marked absent if you do not attend and no excuse will be accepted.

Benita, it is your job to inform all."

- Mr Ramani via email, 19072005


So PLEASE drop me an sms/email me at bbenii@gmail.com or tag the board to tell me that you've roger-ed that, and SPREAD THE WORD to the rest.

I repeat, NEWS WRITING THIS FRIDAY (22/07) -

11am
Blk 56-06-06

Thanks!

happy birthday, you will always have a special place in my heart no matter what.
for the first time ever, ive let go of something so, so dear to me. the reason has nothing to do with the underlying story, but in that story i sure have done wrong. it came around to hit me afterall. weak, folly, weak. tempt, mistake, tempt. it was all but a matter of time, only how serious it surfaces in the end. this consequence isnt the worst, i know. and i thank God.
well, i dont know who holds tomorrow - but i know He holds my hand.

never let my heart grow cold
never let me go.
Abba Father let me be
Yours and Yours alone..

hold me, Lord.

I don't want sympathy, I don't want consolation.
I just want those who care to pray for me. Thank you.

Music

is a gift that God has blessed me with to serve Him
sees me through the darkest times when there's no one around for me, reminding me that God is the only one faithful

will always be in my blood.

Today's sermon was fantastic, and I'm glad that it was a timely reminder for me to remember that worship is not essentially music and music alone.
It's the everyday living that counts.

I will live up to God's standards, not man's. He will carry me through, no matter what it is.


Have you ever felt like throwing everything down and moving to a new place to start afresh?

I want to take my drumsticks and my Bible -

and run.

Timbre

3 Things to thank God for this week:

1. Giving me strength when I felt helpless and discouraged
2. Not letting me succumb to temptation - I have to thank Juan for that timely reminder.. THANK YOU!!! (:
3. Simply for keeping me safe!

There's so much more to thank Him for, big or small. Count your many blessings and see what He has done! It's so cool. (:

Alright, I'm tired. I strongly recommend Timbre at Armenian Street (behind the Substation) as a fantastic place to chill out. Their pizzas are good, their baby squid is great, ambience is superb, music is awesome - what more can one ask for! Catch EIC on Wednesdays and Awi with his band on Fridays, 10.30pm-1.30am.

A bit of PR before I hit my sheets.

Making

In the works of setting up our very own Christian band with some of the youths, one which we write our own songs and fellowship together. We are very excited about the project, though it is going to be quite tough with all the juggling of school work ontop of serving in church. Getting a location is quite a headache already, save the instruments and $$$, so we are taking one step at a time.

It's going to be so cool! :)

>><<

Did I mention that the late lunch Gwen, Eve and I had yesterday ended abruptly when a bird poopooed right smack amongst our dishes? The sweet, empty spot where there was no food.

We were still hungry, though.

Rooted to Love

Luke 6:27-49

27 "But I say to you that hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28 bless
those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. 29 To him who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from him who takes away your coat do not withhold even your shirt.

30 Give to every one who begs from you; and of him who takes away your goods do not ask them again. 31 And as you wish that men would do to you, do so to them. 32 If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. 33 And if you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. 34 And if you lend to those from whom you hope to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to receive as much again.

35 But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return; and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High; for he is kind to the ungrateful and the selfish. 36 Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.

37 "Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven; 38 give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For the measure you give will be the measure you get back."

39 He also told them a parable: "Can a blind man lead a blind man? Will they not both fall into a pit? 40 A disciple is not above his teacher, but every one when he is fully taught will be like his teacher. 41 Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? 42 Or how can you say to your brother, 'Brother, let me take out the speck that is in your eye,' when you yourself do not see the log that is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take out the speck that is in your brother's eye.

43 "For no good tree bears bad fruit, nor again does a bad tree bear good fruit; 44 for each tree is known by its own fruit. For figs are not gathered from thorns, nor are grapes picked from a bramble bush. 45 The good man out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil man out of his evil treasure produces evil; for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.

46 "Why do you call me 'Lord, Lord,' and not do what I tell you? 47 Every one who comes to me and hears my words and does them, I will show you what he is like: 48 he is like a man building a house, who dug deep, and laid the foundation upon rock; and when a flood arose, the stream broke against that house, and could not shake it, because it had been well built. 49 But he who hears and does not do them is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation; against which the stream broke, and immediately it fell, and the ruin of that house was great."



Dear Lord,
It certainly is not easy not being a hypocrite while loving my enemies or those who are hard to love, just as You taught us to. Especially in this period of time, where I am still embittered and critical of the ways of man - but do remind me that I am no perfect person myself; and that genuine patience and love will reflect in all that I do. And that I'll reflect You in me, that I'll be a living testimony for You. Let me not fall into temptation nor be vulnerable to being shaken in spirit and truth, and give me the perseverance to run this tedious race for You and You alone.

Be with me, Father.

In Jesus' name I pray,
Amen.

Diabolical

Honestly, I don't see how effective these petitions are but please do sign the petition against the NKF anyway.

It is not only Singaporean donors who have been left disappointed. It is not only the many artistes who have risked their necks, backs, legs, whatnot or even lives (I bet they're kicking themselves now) to pull in calls for the NKF.

It is the many disappointed kidney patients who have been prevented a 2nd chance to live because of this folly, intentional or not.

I never pulled out a single cent for NKF ever since 2003 when I heard that it was the richest organisation in Singapore, alongside some rumours.

My church's secretary stopped donating after her relative was refused dialysis as they 'were not of lower income'. They were most willing to pay full fees because the dialysis centre was nearer their place and could take care of the elderly relative, but they were flatly refused. The relative went to Mount E. for dialysis eventually.

All the crazy charity shows which open their telephone lines until their target has been hit, all the card-donations, all the dangerous stunts - I must say that their PR and Marketing department has been doing pretty well - until they decided to try to defend their lies.
See, I said that lies will hit their sources between their eyes one day.

Of course they are dropping the charges. Further investigation and publicity would mean more dirty laundry being aired.

Mrs GCT even said that Durai's $600K a year was PEANUTS, considering the fact that he was running a multi-million dollar company. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot.

What ever happened to the title of a 'non-profit organisation'?

This is so, so embarrassing. Imagine what all the regional stars whom have helped the NKF one way or another are thinking now. The NKF has just lost all credibility.

Happy cleaning up the exploded sewage, PR department. And repairing the pipes, too.

P.S. The NKF does NOT fully subsidise dialysis patients. It only PARTIALLY subsidises. So much for the 'every cent goes to the dialysis patients claim'.

BULL.

Quotes I noted by my mom on the phone.

"...Honesty and truthfulness."

"... make sure they dont fall backwards [in character]."

"...Kindheartedness, faithfulness and responsibility are very important. Academic with A1s, yet a lousy character - your life fails."

"...If they grow up with A1s and they aren't fillial to you, there is no point. Primarily, the development of character is the most important in bringing up your child. 100 marks but a lousy character with rudeness and disobedience - I will be very sad. To me if the child's heart cannot be taught or humble, then I have failed. Pray hard for God to help in this area for your child."

This doesn't explain my mediocre grades. I'm just a bum lacking of self-discipline who hates to memorise or study properly. And that has to go.
On hearing this, I guess I've disappointed my mom in many ways time and again; she deserves so much more. My mom is one of the greatest wives/mothers in the world, and she'll definitely be my inspiration when I bring up my kid. But first, to live up to these myself.

It's time not to take those who should matter for granted anymore. I will work hard to honour my parents.

Here's my new resolution (who says you can only do this in the New Year), my new order of importance:

1. God
2. Parents
   
3. Studies
4. Friends
   

I have decided to join the 1130 service band's Team B. This is a very drastic and momentus decision I've come to, and it will be my push-factor to strive get rid of the skeletons in my closet - ashes and all.

Do pray for me as I renew my life and mind. It's time.

Inoculate

Daniel's egging has forced me to blog. So I shall, but I won't blog on mundane, everyday stuff anymore if I can help it. Revamp, revamp!

Speaking of revamp. I'm revamping myself too - and this has nothing to do with the word 'vamp'. It's been a long year of much conflicts within self and with others, and this has only served as a reminder that humans are weak and helpless. Even the strongest exterior has a broken link somewhere. In a man's time of weakness is where God steps in.

Although I'd rather not things turn out this way, they have. With my own desires and pride, I indulged in immoralities which rendered me so ashamed to be able to face God. All the warning bells and signals have always been there, but I chose to ignore them. So now, my fingers have been burnt. And as He has planned it all, I start running back to Him, subdued and humbled.

Have you always felt so unwilling to let go of what posessions you hold dear to? As long as it draws us away from God, tangible or intangible, it is sin. It is so, so hard. I have held on to all these burdens weighing me down in my heart for long enough, and as much as I secretly want to let myself get absorbed back into those grey times, it is time to relinquish them for good.

It took me a good 8 months before I finally gave them up to God, but yet the aftermath is still stinging. Of course the trauma and pain flood back once in a while, but God has been faithful in helping me. And I hope that by the time I officially resurface, my wounds would have been more than healed. I want to be able to stand on my two feet without feeling all kinds of emotions when faced with the nemesis again. To change, to fully repent.

I am making that effort to pick myself up again, and to all those out there who are wounded and hurt - let go, and let God. I'll keep you in my prayers.


Mark 11:25- And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against any one; so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.

Ephesians 1:7 - In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace

And a friend's a friend forever -
if the LORD is Lord of them.



Welcome to the GPC YF.

That's it. I've had enough of EVERYTHING.

So be it, so be it, so be it.
I'm not going to even try already.


And to YOU.

Now that we have nothing to do with each other anymore, please stop trying to thwart my life in any way you think you could. If your reason being that I've ruined yours, I'm sorry - but you are the one who ruined yourself, to begin with. And you've ruined mine immeasurably in the process.
My goodness, how old are you already. I know I was wrong. I have fully repented. But was it essentially my fault?


The only thing I did wrong was to not reveal the whole truth.


You're so lucky that I'm such a stupidly sentimental person. Weak, may I add. If you aren't guilty at all, go ahead, continue living in your shadows. I wonder who is the one who is deluded. You know how much damage you have caused.

I hope you have truly repented.
One day, the truth will reveal itself. Justice will prevail. God will prevail.

It's just a matter of time before I heal my wounds and throw caution to the wind.


Leave me alone. I have left you alone.
I'm over you.


I don't think I'll be blogging on this fugly blog (save the drumset) much for now.

Rivers running with chocolate.

Johnny Depp is Willy Wonka.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory now means not one, but TWO big Os.

Catch the trailer on Friendster.
Whoopee!

London 2012
lie in our graves - dave matthews band

Big surprise there. This morning we were placing our money on Paris over lunch (not over lunch, we did eat).

It was down to London vs Paris at 7pm, with the news announcing that the other 3 were out of the race. 54 - 50, that was the voting result. Thank you, Mr Jap-guy-who-almost-said-one-too-many. And I think Vivien Tan's really pretty.

Well.

London's video flowed really well and was pretty inspirational, with an added dash of humour. I loved the idea of the marathon runner inspiring people from all walks of life to incorporate sports into their daily lives. Good stuff. It's 7 years away - and all eyes will be on London then. I guess it's such a big hulabaloo to us simply because the voting's held here this year. Proximity! Ha.

I think Singapore's video was well done. The we-are-so-in-touch-with-nature part was overdone though, I feel. We are a green city, yes, but not that naturally green. Generous amounts of high-key lighting (of course), nice angled shots, many angled shots, pretty pretty picture painted. Okay I admit I felt a teeny bit patroitic while watching the video (millions around the world watching your teeny country at the same time, how not to!) .

This event has thrown Singapore into the spotlight and I was super amused to see even local TV go paparazzi-esque, and all the recorders which mysteriously appeared and hovered around the screen when Diana Ser managed to get London's Mayor Ken Livingstone (I bet he'll get knighted in 7 years) for an interview.

Paris' was flamboyant and quite rousing - Luc Besson, of course the cinematography was excellent. It prodded much more at emotions with its awesome display; it didn't bring out enough the essence of the games.

Personally, I thought that Moscow's video was choppy. The background music changed according to the scenes, but it turned out quite distracting. Not too good a job done - save the closing scenes. The rest of the videos weren't much to shout about, honestly. Madrids'... Erm I can't even remember what it was about =|.

Oh, I hope New York didn't get their video done with Hollywood's help, though.
(Pssst cos it was b-oring.)
I was left clueless.

My two cents'.

Well, it seems like I can't get any interviewee. Nghh. Can't wait for Monday to pass... HOLS.
Guess I'll be at home all day anyway. Lemme see what I should do with myself...Sentosa sounds good. I've long wanted to cycle around there. Whoopee.

Cambodia - through Jerome's Eyes.

Be warned: 833 images.

Serious shots, pranks - you have them all.

Re
tripping billies - dave matthews band

There is always an element lacking in all our attempts to judge others, and that's love.

Rebuke in love, when judging, always remember that do it with Love, for if we have all gifts of prophecy, tongues, words of knowledge, wisdom but no love, we are nothing.

Usually when people judge, they based it on some standard - such as a morally good and wrong sense of standard - where they themselves fail to comply sometimes. However, judging should be based on the Word of God.

The Word of God provides the standard of which it is the Absolute Truth and Moral, and both you and I are not an exception to being weighed by it.

--Adapted from Daniel's blog, Confessions of a Christian Hedonist.

So remind me, remind me dear Lord.

delve into her shattered mein
hit and run and take it through
twenty-five which never so came
in from the seven shades of blue

Eleven
so much to say - dave matthews band

One stone being lifted off my heart felt really good.

But I still feel like a bolt. A nut.
Cos I'm screwed - for News Writing.

There is only 3 days to go for the WebD assignment,
and there's the Dalet test for radio on Thursday. Crap.
Then News Writing is due on Monday already. Nghh.

Can someone sit me down and accompany me to do all these rubbish? =|

I'm going for a power swim before lectures. Humdeedum.

- goes back into hiding in the world of DMB -

take a flight into the null
with no law stopping the cull
crash hard into void faces
where stars reflect no places

December
you didn't kiss me - marry me jane

Juan shared this song on his blog. Adds on to one of those late emo nights with DMB on repeat mode; how apt.

___

You didn't kiss me how can I fall asleep?

I know you're there, but don't pick up cause I'll say everything
I know you don't care, you made that clear enough as I was leaving
I took your favourite overcoat, just wanted to return it
I know it's late, you're probably out, that's what you wanted anyway
I know how you hate it when I get too loud, but John you know I'm crazy
I'm wrapped around your favorite overcoat, don't think I can return it

You didn't kiss me
How can I fall asleep?
You didn't wish me very well
To say the least
Do you miss me?
If you said so should I believe you?
You didn't kiss me..

Hate your laugh, hate your lies, hate the chance I took on you
Hate the past in your eyes, hate the war you put me through
Hate myself for believing this could come to anything at all

I'm wrapped around your favourite overcoat
Don't think I can return it

How can I fall asleep?
You didn't wish me very well
To say the least
Do you miss me?
If you said so should I believe you?
You didn't kiss me

I am going to RANT.

I had the fitful-lestest sleep ever last night. My mind was awake half the time my body was sleeping (or should I say tring to sleep). I'm feeling super shitty now. So irritating. So I am going to comprain.

I DOWANNA GO TO SCHOOL!
I DOWANNA GO TO SCHOOL!
I DOWANNA GO TO SCHOOL!

*Stomps my feet and jumps up and down*

I want to stay at home and sleep my days away.
No one will miss my absence anyway.

I dowanna do WebD. I dowanna do News Writing. I dowanna do PR.

I have a splitting headache!!

I have enough of shit appearing when I don't need it the most.
Please go away and never, ever let me see you again.
Go make like a toilet bowl and flush yourself away!!
honestly i miss you.

Happy 20th Birthday, AZ aka JAY!!

I'm so sorry for the no-show. Dang, my nose just doesn't allow me to stay out even more today. I'm falling sick also, feeling slightly feverish now. Taking a panadol after I finish my porridge and hitting the sheets. Enjoy the choc buffet (UGH!!!) okay??

Don't forget to clean the toilet bowl after you're done!! :D

Can't fall sick... Playing drums for Youth Sunday's services tomorrow.

Can't fall sick..!

Epigram
crash - dave matthews band

Overheard in a Taka toilet today:

Mom to 5-yr-old boy in cubicle next door:
"Mommy's very thirsty, didn't drink enough water."

Boy:
"You drink the urine lor!"

Mom:
"You can drink, you try lah!"

Boy:
"But I'm not thirsty, drink for what? You are thirsty what."

Mom:
-no response-

Kids nowadays.