31st July is a very special day to me

i just wanna wish one of my best buddies.. muneera a very happy 17th birthday..
good luck for your upcoming common test honey..
ill pray for you..

i love you baby..
=)

happy birthday!!

Pictures...Again..

* now the long hairs all gone la..

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kidding....

did some replfecting on myself
on my temper
on me..
well basically everything
the old me is coming back...

i love my friends
for understanding
and caring so much
i love my sister
for listening to my every whining

most of all
im beginning to love myself..

hail!

A thousand apologies for not updating as frequently as you wanted me to.
i seriously got nothing to blog about these days. Thats because nothing 'blog worthy' is going on.


anywayy.. the site has finally undergone a majorr transformation. Literally spent hours looking through each and every blogskin available on that Godforsaken website.
The reason? Well obviously got bored of the one which looked very much like a diwali card.
Yes.. i have too much time on my hands. But its quite refreshing i think... this new one.. aint it?

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Had basic science lesson today..
seriously one of the most screwed up lessons.. haha
me rafidah and jocey were just cracking up on everything...
calling parvinder nd jackson gay and all...
a lil bit of horny elements here and there..
was fun man...

on a much more important note..
my face has had a sudden oubreak of pimples.. big red juicy ones..
trauma for the pimples has struck, due to me smothering my face with immense amounts of tea tree facial masks, tea tree oil and blemish cream..

ah well.. its gonna go away anyway...
hail my new skin... ( blog and... literally..) Hail!

went back to bukit view sec today
stupid screwed up place with its screwed up principal and vice principal ( yes madam koh i hate you)
stupid screwed up lower sec students

anyway.. met up with Mr heng ( science teahcer since sec 1)
mr heng is damn nice.. he's so one of 'us'.. can bitch about everything.. right?? haha
also met with fah..grace..and mab

waited until 545 for kuhan and jeganesh to come down cos they had O level listening exam
hope it went well eh guys.. =)
fucking miss em like crazy



havent talked to em personally for so long
today was the first time i talked to kuhan like quite well.. =)
kuhan.. gentleman sia you.. so sweet.. helped me carry my puki girly bag and all
jeganesh.. more handsome ah..
yer head swelling.. i can see it.. haha..



went to westmall after that to have lunch cum dinner with mr heng too
had fun..
talked a lot of horny things..
especially me.. dono what got into me.. haha
until the guys couldnt tahan also..
mr heng left first.. too tired after teaching i think..

fah and jega had then left soon after..
gave em all nice big hugs..
jega when i hug you i feel horny..
hahahaha
=)



me kuhan mabs and grace walk walk ard westmall
were fucking bored.. even went to harvey norman..
god knows for what



then lepak outside the foodcourt..
so bored called Ed
tt kukujiao was in westmall..
so ask him to meet..
he came.. met me and friends..
then went to coffee bean and lepak there..
until abt 930..



then we had to go home..
cos my mom kept bugging me to come back



ed followed me home in taxi..
stupid guy didnt take all of my money and paid for the taxi fare
feel so bad u noe!
all becos of u
nabei
haha



den lepak again under the void deck
too bored at home lah
until my mom kept calling me again
so bid farewell to poor ed who has to take lrt back home again
whahaha
nevermind
be a man..do the right thing ( ppl will only get this joke if youve watched the russell peters comedy)



now here i am.. sitting on my bed
nothing to do
and im bored

lepaking seems like my favourite pastime these days
hehe

When I HAve NO one to turn to
And I am feeling kind of low,
When there is NO one to talk to
And Nowhere I want to go,
I search deep within myself
It is the LOVE inside my heart
THAt lets me kNOw my Angel are there FOR me


A smile then appears upon my face
And the sun begins to shine.
I hear a voice, so soft and sweet
Saying, 'Everything will be just fine'
It may seem tHAt I am alone
But I am never by myself at all.
Whenever I need my Angel near
All I HAve to do is call.
Through darkest hours and brightest days
YOU ARE MY ANGEL

**written by Mawar to Me.* ** i love you babe.. thanks so much**

I was flipping through the newspapers yesterday. After quite a long time i must say...
School work and spending my hours on the tv/computer had precluded me from being aware of the daily happenings around the globe.

So yesterday, i acutally took the time off to read the papers because my dad had been forcing me to..
One thing about Singapore newspapers is that they dont really give detailed coverages on world issues. It mainly focuses on Singapore news.. for example :
HEADLINES :
MAID IN SINGAPORE BRUTALLY KILLS EMPLOYEE
DAVID BECKHAM COMES TO SINGAPORE

yeah i know..its a singapore paper right.. YEs..there is a section ' WORLD', but information there is just too brief..

The only sections i read are..

WORLD( DUH): for comprehensive coverage on current global issues..
FORUM: i think its good to know about peoples views on certain topics.

So anyway, as i skimmed through yesterdays papers, two huge issues caught my eye.
The probe hitting the comet
and
The G8 summit

One (+) and one (-)..

Then it struck me.. Whenever humans accomplish something.. someone else has to just destroy it by doing something imprudent.
When i first read about the whole comet thing.. I was proud.. proud of the human race..
I mean.. we got to agree.. humans are the brains..
for all of you kiddos out there who still think the lion is the king of the jungle. think again..

Isnt it amazing how a small probe the size of a washing machine can make a hole the size of an entire football field unscathed?
And it hit exactly..right on target on the comet, where the NASA team wanted it to..
Man.. technology has its wonders.. We can now know how the solar system was formed billions of years ago..simply amazing i must say...

And then when i flipped the page.. there it was.. It had to be bush again.. He makes all the headlines man! maybe i should start destroying the world.. hah!

jeez.. im going off line here..
ok lets get back to the point!

All Bush cares about is America's economy.. Well.. to a certain point, i dont blame him. If he had signed the protocol in the 1990's, America would have had to reduce its fuel/nuclear power emissions, and it probably wouldnt have been the superpower state it is today.
But.. if he continues not caring about mother earth, in 30 years time americas economy will go DOWN DOWN DOWN.. because of the effects of global warming of course...

but then again
he wouldnt really care would he? he would probably be long gone by then..

USA is the state which emits the most amounts of harmful toxins in the atmosphere. So now as a result.. youve got two relatively huge holes around the planet.. now you know who part of the blame goes to..

And the thing is.. every single g8 leader.. except Bush of course.. agreed to sign the protocol and diminish the emissions by 5%? ( dont blame me if my facts are wrong) by year 2012..

He would rather concentrate on building new technologies to reduce pollution..
America.. your money is being wasted.. Instead of helping people with poverty issues( its evident in many parts of the country), youve got this.

Seems to me it aint gonna work again.. i might be wrong..

on another note.. the results have been final.. the 2012 olympics-- London..
was rooting for Paris.. but i cant always have what i want..
haha

the many occurences in this blue and green ball..

Pics from last nights dinner at a north indian restraunt..

I sat down on the bench in solitude.
It felt good to be alone.. Looking at throngs of people pass by me- observing their every move.. reflecting on my life.

I felt ' paiseh' with my crutches next to me.. I wondered when it was all going to be ok.. when i could be a normal 16 year old once again.

As i readjusted the position of the old pink and black bag on my lap... someone saying an excess of 'fuck it' , got my attention..Looking up, i noticed an old man, in his late 50's, hitting his head repeatedly with his bare hands. But what really made me stare at him was the fact that a boy, probably his son-- small and obese, around the age of 7 was sitting next to him, watching and listening to every word he said.
A million thoughts were processing in my head,like a computer trying to configure a code. I felt sorry for him..yes..(i realised that i have a sensitive side.). Something terrible must have happened..

While talking on the phone, head down on my lap to my dad to confirm what time he would be picking me up, i felt as though there was a loss of light. It was as if the sun had been blocked by a humungous cloud.
As i looked up, fiddling with my phone.. i noticed the 50 year old man standing in front of me, staring down into my eyes.
'May i sit here?'

Big mistake.

He was probably too depressed to make sense of what he was talking about. He started telling me about his life story.. About his failed marriage.. about how his wife ditched him and upgraded while he downgraded.. no job.. no money.. no life..
I felt bad.. All i could do was to provide a friendly listening ear. I had no choice too.. My immobility would be a huge factor for me to move somewhere else to get out from this man's life.

man: you want to go makan somewhere? my treat..
me: no thanks.. i alr had lunch with a friend
man: nevermind lah.. we can have a chitchat ( he said it with a mix of tamil+english)
me: sorry.. dads picking me up..

he probably had asked me that about 5 times, afterwhich i felt like sticking my boot up his face.
Were you here just to have a friendly - stranger-oh-im-so-depressed chat? or to con me? maybe it was a stranger-oh-im-so-depressed chat TO con me.. haha

anyway.. he continued talking about his failed life..

man: how old are you
me: 19
man: whats your phone number?> we can be friends
me( looking down at my handphone.. thinking... shit.. one excuse gone) : its private. i dont give my number out like hotcakes to strangers
man: why?? you think im a rascal? you got bad impression on these kinds of people right??
me: .....( looking away.. not bothering)
man: think about it.. we can build a friendship.. my name is Jerk( name changed for privacy) *laughs out loud*

At that very instance i wanted to get out of there. He then started shouting at his sisters son.. ( no.. not his son.. i interpreted wrongly).. to 'salam' me..
That poor kid almost cried..

man: good boy right? give me your phone number.. think about it.. we can start a good friendship..
me: no.. dont pester me
man: you want me to create a scene here is it? you think im a rascal? a good for nothing? your wrong
me: ok i have to go..
man: give me! we have a chit chat first if you want lah!!

I quickly walked off to a taxi and went in.. He stood up.. and gave me a cold stare...
even though he didnt physically harm me.. the thing itself was just scary

crap..
so much for being alone..
cant even have solid time to myself
something always has to come up..
hope he dosent come find me or something
i wouldnt want to hit an old fragile indian man with my 'weapon'