tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62629112011-04-21T14:03:46.071-07:00the leftovers..gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1108098140712366372005-02-10T20:41:00.000-08:002005-02-10T21:05:38.260-08:00Ching Chongaty Chiang Red and New Year Songs should never be allowed to happen simultaneously. Gives me a headache without fail to step into a shop, trying to find something nice, and get distracted by the piped in tong-tong-chiangs. Bloody irritating la.Red packs collections didn't snowball anywhere near 4 digits this year. Relatives mostly overseas, all the kiam siap fellas! And I was looking gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1106721331881912572005-01-25T22:21:00.000-08:002005-01-25T22:35:31.880-08:00Lost in Mustafa
Lynn Tan
As you should know, one sided stories are the most unreliable, not that you really know us, or what happened between us for that matter. I would greatly appreciate if you could shut that trap and stop talking as if you know everything else, cuz you don't and you most probably won't ever. I think your fucked up guy whom you've been pinning for the last century is enough gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1106109018577864022005-01-18T20:17:00.000-08:002005-01-18T20:30:18.576-08:00Please Remember
I miss going on road trips together, watching crazy vcds on the bus and laughing out loud.
I miss calling you and scaring the shit out of you, only to realise its a prank.
I miss oogling at sheena chan together, following her and embarrass ourselves like free.
I miss the times when you comfort me, whenever I fall out of love.
I miss cooking up a storm at ger's house and then not gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1105950277765432902005-01-16T23:44:00.000-08:002005-01-17T00:24:37.766-08:00Linguistically Un-In-snyc
I think I have an issue with talking to strangers. Not that I'm shy or anything, but I get linguistically retarded and come up with strange answers or even miss my P's and Q's when I feel awkward and uncomfortable. As so, it has been evident from the past few days.
"Hi, I'm XxxxxX, nice to meet you! (complete with smile)"
Me: "Hi! Err... (big smile and after what gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1105203720003582582005-01-08T08:37:00.000-08:002005-01-08T09:02:00.003-08:00Those Landed Leaves
Autumn came and and shook the tree bare of its leaves.
The wind shook so hard, the tree just had to realise where its core is.
And one by one, the leaves fell to the ground,
Like broken memories that slipped with ascending time.
Like bubbles that burst upon the slightest pressure asserted.
Can it not withstand all that wind and rain?
At last, bare as a rack, it managed a gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1103897557527665002004-12-24T04:23:00.000-08:002004-12-24T06:12:37.526-08:00Smellee Christmas!
One and a half month of holiday tapped me on the back and flew away like butter (butter-fly, geddit?) Hohoho. 2 weeks later i'll be in school complaining about work and pressure as if it was printed like the holidays on my agenda.
Dinner was satisfying considering that mile high fare isn't as good as a mile high shag, the cocktail prawns were really good. I didn't realize howgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1101888852480308552004-11-30T23:38:00.000-08:002004-12-01T00:15:06.260-08:00Peut-etre Demain
The cursor blinks momentarily on the screen, as my random thoughts unramble. I'm 2 weeks back from down under and 2 weeks away from the oriental. How does that work out? I'm utterly bored as the resident evil is painting the porch downstairs.
I am:
1 day away from meeting sam (and conning her into trying this stupid peach jelly that got me hooked ala mentos lime)
2 weeks awaygosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1101571298310914712004-11-27T07:54:00.000-08:002004-11-27T08:01:38.310-08:00Ophelia's Tears
Be Be Your Love
If I could take you away
Pretend I was queen
What would you say?
Would you think I'm unreal?
'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel
Everybody's talking how I can't be your love
But I want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I can't be your love
But I want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1101103265096865692004-11-21T21:18:00.000-08:002004-11-21T22:01:05.096-08:00Tuk Tuk Train
My green mango salad got me thinking.
So many factors that contribute to the final taste. There can be so much green mango, but only so many slices of onions. Yet those few slices bring about a flavour so unreplaceable that it isn't complete without it. Add a few other condiments, fried squids and cashew nuts and voila! you get the whole package.
But.
Too much fish sauce will gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1100837594767399582004-11-18T20:06:00.000-08:002004-11-18T20:30:31.306-08:00By Your Side
You think i'd leave your side baby, you know me better than that
you think i'd leave you down when you're down on your knees, i wouldn't do that
i'll tell you you're right when you want
and if only you could see into me
oh when you're cold, i'll be there, hold you tight to me,
when you're on the outside baby and you can't get in
i will show you, you're so much better than you know
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1100270649011349162004-11-12T06:26:00.000-08:002004-11-12T06:44:09.013-08:00The Zoo Raindance
Its 1.30 am over here. The rain is pouring bucketfuls of monkeys and elephants outside while I'm snugly tucked in Claude's room while she's showering. It was a good day with a haul (and I mean haul) from the DFO and coffee afterwards at Brunetti's on Lygon. Non-stop laughter from me and Sammi darling because Jevon's teaching Claude to speak one-liners in hokkien.
"TNG SAH, gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1099323607397961522004-11-01T07:16:00.000-08:002004-11-01T07:40:07.396-08:00Love at First Sight
I can't wait to shop my ass off with sammii in 10 days time? And don't worry you sweethearts, I taped Idol. :) I can almost smell the sticky date puddings already!
The projects are finally coming to an end, though I've no idea what's gonna happen next for assessment. Kinda satisfied with my end products, not bad for 1st-yearer I reckon. Time to shop shop shop again! Hope I gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1098286258461384662004-10-20T08:04:00.000-07:002004-10-20T08:30:58.463-07:00My stagnant mosquito pool
Welcome to the stepford's slaves official website. Here, we sew, cook, and do your home/housework till we go crazy or run out of batteries. Thankyouverymuch.
p.s. energizer is a good brand to feed us :)
well, that prolly summed up my period of absence. School's been a bloodsucker and I feel like an overworked energizer bunny. And I still need to squeeze in time to:gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1096709847293685552004-10-02T02:34:00.000-07:002004-10-02T02:37:27.293-07:00Sawadeeeee-CUPP
I'm riding on a tiger to the Land of Smiles. Sheryl wants to be on a cheetah(?!). Well well, here we go again!
thankyouplscomeagain
__________ (add indian accent)
fly. fly. fly. away!
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1096301749800374002004-09-27T08:49:00.000-07:002004-09-28T21:27:52.633-07:00Under Siege
Just heard from Josh that my 2 of my primary school bestfriends are together, like, boy-girl friend together! How sweet. After like 6 years apart in their respective raffles I and rgs, they get reunited in rjc and get together. Sounds so fairytale like, yet I can't imagine myself with my childhood beau. I reckon i'd prolly gag and puke.
Speaking of which, the amount of homework I gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1095519292956564882004-09-18T07:41:00.000-07:002004-09-18T07:58:19.086-07:00Oh my you-are-so-fucking-funny Dharma!
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Pls don't take, my sunshine away..
Hi dharma made me laugh till i fell off the cinema chair. It is that funny, i swear! Its more worthy of my 8.50 than the 'lao-hong' nachos! But whatever, I've never sat in the 1st row yet still gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1093539713704775912004-08-26T09:28:00.000-07:002004-08-26T10:01:53.703-07:00Meet-and-Greet
It so happened that I met this fellow i knew at member's in Zouk on Wednesday. He was friendly, so overfriendly that I was intimidated by his rowdy friends and the sparkling Moet & Chandon. Thing is, I know this fellow's wife and he had the audacity to put his arm around me, in the know that I may rat to his significant other half. Worse still, after 1/2 a bottle of the sparkling gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1093369803461606142004-08-24T09:07:00.000-07:002004-08-24T10:54:37.766-07:00Thrillseekers Galore
I don't understand what's so fun abt going to a particular webpage to read up about someone you dislike/hate/irritated with, only to be driven by jealousy or discontentment with the contents of the blog and so the itchy fingers just have to type something unpleasant to make the blog owner cringe at your comment. So what? You get a cheap thrill out of it? Does it make you gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1092457321054487762004-08-13T21:19:00.000-07:002004-08-13T21:22:01.053-07:00
wardrobe part II @ zouk. we had so much fun.
:)
i'm satisfied.
Now all i wanna do is to live in Chateau de Versailles.
thankyouverymuch.
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1090600602271232972004-07-23T09:16:00.000-07:002004-07-23T09:36:42.270-07:00Word of Mouth
Have you ever played this game called broken telephone? A message gets passed on and it ends up distorted by the last player. Similarly, I'm rather appalled by a piece of recent news I've heard about myself. First by the fact that it's still quite accurate (you know how this game goes), second, this person stays in new zealand and I haven't talked to her in 462462356 years. Ok ah.
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1089558792499847742004-07-11T07:46:00.000-07:002004-07-11T08:17:45.773-07:00All That Painful Deceit Over One Simple Truth
I was a fruit monger for a day. (And rumour monger too) HA!
Went to help out at colinn's mum's shop for fun. Cut mangoes, this that this that, got stared down by weird looking thai men, played pool, pluck leaves, ate lotsa spicy stuff that made me sweat like a mad cow. God, what an experience. And ju and col and even little kelvin just wanna laugh atgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1089385030970331142004-07-09T07:34:00.000-07:002004-07-09T07:57:10.970-07:00You make me sick.
Femme Quest was good although the results were rather expected. There was no black horses, only hot favourites and the hotties won. Left rather early 'cuz of stupid orientation the next day. It was kinda boring especially without sammii, jevon and claude there to make me laugh. Really sad that they're gone. That last night at the oriental was good. Group photo takings, alcohol gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1088346512142834862004-06-27T07:27:00.000-07:002004-06-28T20:48:20.456-07:00Renaissance.
Time and tide can never wash away the footprints left on the heart.
Deep enough, set in cast, crusted with the fragilty of a mast.
Gripping on tight to my beliefs, concurrently, losing grasp.
Emotions flowing like the rapids, can't be suppressed or withdrawn.
Truth to be told,
its gone.gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1087919150086351462004-06-22T08:45:00.000-07:002004-06-22T08:45:50.086-07:00I quitgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1087726232724560172004-06-20T02:54:00.000-07:002004-06-20T03:13:18.236-07:00My whore-iffic discovery
Well, the week has been spent watching euro cup, shopping, cheeky-ing nights, shopping, late suppers, shopping and worrying about my weight.(The mouth refuses to stop and the legs refuse to move.)
Bouts of PMS hits bad and the cramps are killing. Hello, any medication for an exploding womb?
I was just looking at the photos' from last year and realise that I miss gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1086598038371681292004-06-07T01:34:00.000-07:002004-06-07T01:47:18.370-07:00You remind me...
My brother's fuckin hilarious. He took my epilator and ran around the house, claiming to be the sheep shearer from hell! LOL. When I finally took over, and stripped him of his leg hair, he went all sissy and started acting gay. Cracked the shit outta me! *faints.
The show on Sat at meritus was good. Just the spot lights and rolling cameras made my day. Nixem made me an offer togosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1086099899796270832004-06-01T07:05:00.000-07:002004-06-01T07:24:59.796-07:00Fervently, I still need you near me
Penned, 5.12am, 29/11/03, in my suite in KL,
I grimace in agony as the inflicted pain stays on defiantly.
That's something no amount of prozac can alleviate.
The dysfunctional emotional quotient's not pulling up its sock.
As though on jam brake, screeching to a complete halt on a lonely highway,
I turn around, but don't find you behind me.
Seems impossible, gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1085937501116087582004-05-30T10:16:00.000-07:002004-05-30T10:18:21.116-07:00I wish you love
Goodbye, no use leading with our chins,
this is where our story ends,
Never lovers ever friends.
Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day,
but before you walk away,
I sincerely want to say...
I wish you bluebirds in the spring, to give your heart a song to sing,
And then a kiss, but more than this, I wish you love.
nd in July a lemonade to cool you in some leafy glade,
I wish gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1085593699276432992004-05-26T10:24:00.000-07:002004-05-26T10:48:19.276-07:00Rowing the same sampan
I was officially sacked from the worst job I could ever have, so you can imagine my elation. I was supposed to sell fuckin' power juicers, can you believe it?! Imagine me standing at the counter, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Come check out these juicers. They give you 30% more juice from your oranges!Less pulp, More fibre!" Then start feeding the damn machine with gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1084724309138837472004-05-16T08:35:00.000-07:002004-05-16T09:18:29.136-07:00somewhere, over the causeway
to JB to JB to fetch a pail of tau hay zhui (more like petrol).
5 of us on a crazy adventure to the land of muts and minahs, centre-parting mcdonald hairstyled lian and bengs. Luckily qi didn't drive, if not i won't be here blogging, cuz she's reckless! With every turn and spin, my heart beats 54664468878673755 times faster.. wah.. bad for health!
anyway, good good gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1084375811496829612004-05-12T08:04:00.000-07:002004-05-12T08:30:11.496-07:00Stay or Stray?
I'm having wild contemplations in my head all day. All the what-if's are driving me up the wall. So many issues to deal with, my mind ain't working well. The outcomes for 3 vastly different, yet equally important issues are thumping on the cells 24-7.
2 days till doomsville if the shoot doesn't come out well.
9 days till shitsville if the IO doesn't show mercy.
Infinity days in gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1083510947591429512004-05-02T08:14:00.000-07:002004-05-02T08:21:04.030-07:00kinda...
do you believe in destiny?
cuz I've a funny feeling that we're meant to be... gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1082867874492116292004-04-24T21:11:00.000-07:002004-04-24T21:42:05.186-07:00Girl's Night out
In a span of just 2 days, I met up with all my love I haven't seen for so long.
zouked: Jay, Jovin, Gen, Han, Ollie, Rach, Ty on friday,
indochined: Jess and Ju on sat.
Jess dear, I hope you like the lil prezzie the both of us got for you. :) Loads of huggies for my skinny girl's club chairman.
Finally quitted my job and I'm so damn sad! Miss all of them back in the office, gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1082297701638801732004-04-18T06:30:00.000-07:002004-04-18T07:19:03.623-07:0010 IMPORTANT THINGS INSIDE YOUR BACKPACK/SCHOOL BAG/PURSE: (RANDOM ORDER)
1. the phone (i feel naked witout it)
2. the dough
3. the cards (ok, maybe another debit won't kill)
4. the scheduler
5. the make-up pouch
6. the home keys
7. the good read
8. the photos photos
9. the perfume miniature
10. the tissues (when my feminine string pulls tight)
9 THINGS THAT U REALLY WANT RIGHT NOW:
1. my damngosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1082172464601489392004-04-16T19:56:00.000-07:002004-04-16T20:35:52.233-07:00Disappearing Act
I'm the man on the moon, fly me back and forth.
So busy busy these days with work and all. Tiring!
I've been working from 12-9 mon to fri, alternate sats and raffles city on sun.
that explains why maine went *POOF. disappearing.
I got my new phone!!! *dances around the room.
My new nokia baby, i've christianed it 7200. :)
lalalalalalala. after going one big round, I came backgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1081137898567728602004-04-04T21:02:00.000-07:002004-04-04T21:08:42.200-07:00Horror-scope?
my horoscope keeps emphasising that I'll reconcile with someone from the past and maybe start something new. hmmmmmmmm... not the recent one of cuz.
will it be you?gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1080893043696840572004-04-01T23:40:00.000-08:002004-04-02T00:07:43.420-08:00Rain on Me
Its a friday afternoon and its raining. Drifiting me into the most unwanted melancholy, where nostalgia takes over and make swirls in my minds, enraging my impertinence. There's no mercy to anything that gets on my nerves, for I have enough on my mind. I need something to fill up my time, and another job may just hit the right cue and put me back in my place. More cash is always gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1080487215352548652004-03-28T07:09:00.000-08:002004-03-28T07:26:58.750-08:00Singing In the Rain
The poly students are scaring me. The way they're rushing for projects and tests now sends shivers down my spine. Feeling tinges of regret and the fact that december will not be a holiday month totally rubs in like salt to a wound and bird poo on you when you've stepped on woof shit. Grrrrr......
Ktved my saturday night away and ended up voiceless. Because I was the only onegosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1080324757060358872004-03-26T09:55:00.000-08:002004-03-26T10:20:48.700-08:00Fill in the blanks
This enrolment form thing is getting on my nerves, asking fucking stupid questions like what kinda house do you stay in? and give you options like zinc/attap house? Tsk. Spare me the agony please. Waste so much time, going for the pre-enrolment checkup. wahhh... Its jeopardising my beauty sleep! The past 3 nights adds up to no more than 10 hrs of the much needed exilir and itsgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1080147712841313522004-03-24T09:01:00.000-08:002004-03-24T09:10:10.590-08:00The Retail Therapy Canopy
gracie wacie babie.
31st. 40 %. the 5 major. :))
I can't wait.
woohooooooooo.
togets togets togets. :))gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1079888637174642242004-03-21T08:51:00.000-08:002004-03-21T09:07:20.950-08:00Groping in the dark
I choose to believe in lies. They're much more comforting to the ear. Till i can no longer cheat myself, I come to terms wit it. And alas, break down and cry.
The make believe world is always so much nicer.
What about you? You're sucha compulsive liar, mostly, to yourself.
Is this bungee jump? The harder i try to break away, the harder i bounce back. This is a fucking gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1079366550549954942004-03-15T06:52:00.000-08:002004-03-15T08:05:46.046-08:00Make it good
we shopped for ingredients for dinner last night.
we pushed the cart together each looking at a different aisle as we both had preoccupied minds.
we cooked dinner togets last night: soup, pasta, potatoes and wine.
reminiscent of a recent past delight.
we played tarot cards to read our futures, asking to what our fascade hides.
it answered the doubts our hearts had perchanted overgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078945141694651392004-03-10T10:26:00.000-08:002004-03-10T11:02:09.763-08:00My Mango-Stint
Today today today. I went shopping.
The sinful 8-lettered word which swipes out whatever traces of sanity as I go berserk over bags, shoes, clothes and accessories. And once i start, there's no stopping. I shop-hop(and jump and run and skip) to my favourite retail outlets and for once there's no pathetic mishaps (as of yours truly's unlucky streak)like no size, colour or yada yadagosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078760219815063042004-03-08T06:54:00.000-08:002004-03-08T09:49:21.653-08:00I quote.
"Dere are too many regrets already.
Losing the ones who have been dere for years
D ones who reli loved u
As ur eyes remain fixed on other stars.
D one who sat by ur side as u cried ova brk-ups wif another
D one who wld put her hand on ur back n say its ok when she feels twice d pain bcoz she is comfortin the one she love cryin ova her love
Time n time again.
N how many do u meet in a gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078678159387806522004-03-07T08:39:00.002-08:002004-03-07T08:57:41.280-08:00Basking in the bitter suite
Disclaimer: The next paragraphs you're gonna read is gonna be highly disturbing.
Parental Guidance Please.
I HATE IT. I SO FUCKING HATE IT. I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SO WEAK. FOR BOUNCING BACK HARDER EVERYTIME I TRY TO ESCAPE. WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! CAN'T TRY TO FIGHT IT OR EVEN TRY TO HIDE IT. SICKENING!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. SMACKS WHACKS KICKS PUNCHES WHIPS gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078677315690559462004-03-07T07:54:00.000-08:002004-03-07T08:38:19.826-08:00Astro-knows-me
We've already forgotten how long we have been walking together on this same path. We both know in our hearts that its gonna end one day. Let time tell the truth, though i'm afraid too. After night falls, we don't even know if there's a tomorrow for us.
Who can remember who first said "I love you forever?"
Whatever we said in the past is a permanent wound for the future.
After a gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078410867267409582004-03-04T06:05:00.000-08:002004-03-04T06:40:07.746-08:00Carpe Diem
Yesterday's shoot was whooping good. It was supposed to be an re-enactment of a foam party so all 40 of us were squeezed into a puny lil pool at Mahalo to allow the impression of it being damn packed. Its rather stupid cause it was so packed and there was foam all over our faces, I doubt you can even see me if you saw the ad. So there we were looking super sandwiched with foam gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078289146770898292004-03-02T20:31:00.000-08:002004-03-02T20:51:15.403-08:00If
I gave it my all to hug you as tightly as i could.
Was willing to forgo myself in the process of loving you.
I half-believe, half-doubted it when you made me yours.
The past adds up to what we have now,
yet time was enough for you to assure yourself of your feelings.
You were always the one who ran away,
created a distance and made me search for you.
If I were you, I'd take your place to gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078221037100452752004-03-02T01:01:00.000-08:002004-03-02T02:04:18.373-08:00You and Me
They say regret is just a word in between.
And pretend is nothing but an act of jealousy.
Didn't juliet regret when she pretended to die and romeo really killed himself?
Didn't the butterfly lovers regret when the girl had to get married and the guy buried himself alive?
They could only meet in heaven after that, but who's to say if heaven really exists? Who's been there and back?
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078216095676143502004-03-02T00:13:00.000-08:002004-03-02T00:45:51.513-08:00What's Love?
I'm am so damn bored. I'm surfed almost every blog i know of, view almost all of the albumns, went through fridae and friendster, played stupid games online. Basically, almost everything i know of! God, this boredom is killing me.
Anyway, I also wanna tan topless! So jealous!! After seeing her topless photos in phuket (obviously she's covering her assests), i'm so tempted too! Andgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078160603579982682004-03-01T08:48:00.000-08:002004-03-01T09:12:11.373-08:00The Unbalanced Quotient
They say what you don't get, god makes it up to you in another way. So does one girl gone equate to 4 guys? omg. I'm just so not interested la.
And does what you give equate to what you get in the end?
Not even.
Its either you're on the upper or lower hand. There's no such thing as equality in a relationship. Being upperhand, you give less, you get more. The poor things gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1078074379843901152004-02-29T08:57:00.000-08:002004-02-29T09:09:14.780-08:00How long more can i stay by your side?
How can I turn back the hands of time, though i cherished every moment?
Unwilling to let go of your hands that once held mine tight.
The plane's waiting, I must fly.
I must stop my tears from flowing, I must leave.
But remember, don't forget our story.
For there were too many memories and hopes and joy.
Regardless of how crazy they were, I'd keep them for gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1077986558120014552004-02-28T08:23:00.000-08:002004-02-28T08:47:36.170-08:00The Great Escape
Well, raw score is 11, nett score is 8, r4 is 8 too.
was hoping for single digit, but then again, sighs.
you'd never get it all do you?
Lins' party was spanking good. And her parents are the most fun-loving couple i've seen man. Seriously, I swear! They were so enthusiatic about throwing each other into the pool and even after we got scolded how many thousand times by that gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1077811989037089862004-02-26T07:49:00.000-08:002004-02-26T08:21:50.373-08:00Catch Me when I Fall
Its another one of those days where i'd lose my sanity. I just couldn't bear being at home and looking at the stuff that reminded me of her. We tried everything. Even wearing executive wear just for the kick of it. Ollie looked really good though. LoL. The both of them just wanna bully me la. Us girlie girls should never go out shopping with 2 bungs. 2 VAIN ones to be gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1077725985750743232004-02-25T08:03:00.000-08:002004-02-25T08:49:03.403-08:00Leave Right Now
Love Horoscope for Libra
This week you will be wondering whether you should work to hold on to the love that you have, or if you should try for someone new. Is there another person out there who is better than the person you have now? If you truly find yourself asking this question, then the answer is probably yes. Most likely, there is indeed someone else out there who you gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1077382496871606252004-02-21T08:34:00.000-08:002004-02-21T09:39:37.216-08:00Drumroll of Anticipation
Its difficult not to worry about the feckin results when everyone around you goes, "how ah how ah--" every other minute. And its funny how each of us know we're quite doomed in some sense or other yet can still comfort each other, "its gonna be ok man." Like real. We're such great liars. LOL. I think i'll get my due retribution for eating all my studying days away in gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1077174819160466252004-02-18T22:48:00.000-08:002004-02-18T23:18:30.360-08:00Suicidal Tendencies
i can't believe it. This girl in my school committed suicide by jumping a fleet of 11 storeys. Like, oh my god?
Reason? She was involved in some handphone theft case and was being hounded by my oh-so-lovely discipline mistress, MS NAIR. I heard she was asked to meet that devil of a woman after school to end the spat but went to end her life instead.
Like huh?! come on! Do gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076912000370623862004-02-15T22:08:00.000-08:002004-02-15T22:26:27.840-08:00Je t'adore
so damn beautiful. :)
the v day smile looks the most fabulous.
the pretty sis and bro-in-law.
Her hair makes her look like a pretty lil jap doll, no?
hrmm.. at 116.
i-love-you.
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076828586071648502004-02-14T22:34:00.000-08:002004-02-15T22:17:40.293-08:00The aftermath
Its supposedly the aftermath, but i'm fine.
Head's spinning after alll the green tea-whisky/black label and neats(spell?!) we had yesterday.
V night was spent with my love, her sis and bro-in-law,
dinner at the big O and a private club,116, later.
along came a local singer and his wife-material (roll roll roll my eyes away) bitch who pissed all of us off like free.
oh, plus ikan gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076646469561913952004-02-12T19:54:00.000-08:002004-02-12T20:30:21.483-08:00Love is in the Air
One year ago, at this very time now, i'd be happily looking at all the stuff that would be piled on my table just before i come to school. Chocolates, bears, roses of all colours, mushy letters, handmade stuff.
Yes, its that very special day where we show our affection to our loved ones. We'd make stuff for each and every one in our clique, hence the pile. We'd run up to eachgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076566300611763342004-02-11T22:04:00.000-08:002004-02-11T22:18:56.076-08:00deja vu?
ok. this is really freaky.
suddenly, 3 of my male ex's are trying to date me out on sat.
like... err....... suddenly? huh? no no, no thanks.
so weird, i mean, i haven't even seen you for months!
well,
i'm taken. :)
and, thankyou passer-by. you made my day. (:
you're such a sweetheart. if only i knew who you were. smiles*
tp open house later on.
*rubs hands in anticipation.
2 down, gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076385792924051892004-02-09T20:02:00.000-08:002004-02-09T20:10:40.593-08:00Unbreak my Heart
4 downs and a dash across.
n-u-m-b.
nothing hurts more than the bleeding heart.
tissue please? thankyouverymuch.gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076148939532761962004-02-07T01:54:00.000-08:002004-02-07T02:24:21.373-08:00unrequited love addiction
monked last night.
was supposed to go sos-ing but sos looked like a graveyard, so we succumbed to the norm.
everyone was quite high, alot of photo-taking, alot of picking-ups here and there.
danced a bit, played a bit, fooled a bit, puked a bit.
was fun, until...................
that's all, don't feel like saying anymore.
this feels like playdough.
somedays you gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1076048149953940462004-02-05T22:09:00.000-08:002004-02-05T22:24:08.076-08:00just a little zsa zsa zsu
this is the photo that made jovin think i'm in love wit her. -_-"
heh. what a couple-ly photo. *hides from small rach!! hahahaha
ok la ok la. nice la nice la. hahahaha
Toh YanLing Serene
yes, I Love You.
for always cracking me up when i'm at my lowest.
for always helping me with... *winks winks
for doing stupid things with me like getting drunk and taking photos in gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075961922469427942004-02-04T22:16:00.000-08:002004-02-04T22:21:03.623-08:00Y-O-U
Have i told you lately, that i love you?
Have i told you, there's no one else above you?
You feel my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness.
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075961262158388862004-02-04T21:36:00.000-08:002004-02-04T22:10:03.420-08:00this piece of sky is ours to share
went to joochiat to take photos with jovin.
the weather just wanna be how hot la. got a few shots that i was really satisfied with.
next stop, sentosa. stupid jovin! you better not let me go alone. POUTS!
ms oh-so-clever over here wore sneakers to a fashion show and got a hell load of scolding.
had to endure the next 2 hours or so in stupid 3 inches that were gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075733730759306992004-02-02T06:28:00.000-08:002004-02-02T06:57:47.733-08:00Queen of the Damned
*looks above. that is so damn true! i tell you, i think i'm cursed or something.
c'mon. how unlucky can one get?!
who sleeps next to a heater in winter and burns her blanket?
who can laugh to her phone when she saw something funny to save embarrassment but only to invite more when the phone rings and she's laughing to it?
who can pretend to slang slang and turn around to gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075526581904050012004-01-30T21:06:00.000-08:002004-01-30T21:55:34.903-08:00its over and done, but the heartache lives on inside
hey you! yes you
hahahahahahahaha. happily reading this right!
stupid idiot. i can't believe you went to search for it. BEST!
but well.. thanks for caring and wanting to know what's happening in my life.
as you can see, pretty sad, no?
i'm so gonna trust you for one last time. yes you will not tell anyone about this addy.
esp your ah liang. gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075395048679332932004-01-29T08:42:00.000-08:002004-01-29T23:01:17.543-08:00Heaven's missing an angel
went for an audit, a casting, a meeting and a briefing today.
super tiring. running from place to place!
i swear its hell, running in those 3 inch heels with a puny 1cm diameter, in the rain, trying your best to save your hard done make up. God please save me. AMEN!
But at least i clinched the deal for the microsoft one. :)
i'm a happy girl.
it has been one of the bestgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075306050883118182004-01-28T07:50:00.000-08:002004-01-28T08:09:41.716-08:00Should I stay//Should i go
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
please don't read on if you don't want to hear me drone on and on about the same thing.
yes, its still about her.
i really don't know if i should stay or go.
its not even about how much i love her now. That's for certain.
Its the other way round.
Is it worth staying for? Is it worth fighting for?
who am i cheating when i gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075303333933890222004-01-28T07:18:00.000-08:002004-01-28T07:34:44.153-08:00Have you heard of the saying for those who are playing
You don't know what you've got till it's gone
Well that was my calling, I knew I was falling
Into something that would be so wrong
But I caught hold of myself and changed for the better
I can't get you out of my mind
Cause something inside made me realise you were fine
Each time when we're alone, I guess I didn't know
How far we were apart,gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075224035559132502004-01-27T07:43:00.000-08:002004-01-27T09:22:44.903-08:00Back or Front?
Its like sailing in a ship.
The destination is upfront and its where i want to go. But i can't see the shore and the journey is long and tedious. I don't know how long its gonna take to reach there or if life there will even be good at all. Yet, it's my dream destination and it's what i've longed for.
But being in the ship for too long makes me wonder if i should go back to where gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075180342764722732004-01-26T20:32:00.000-08:002004-01-26T21:14:31.543-08:00the last thoughts.
i think i can just win the most dramatic life of the year award.
yesterday i went to help pack up stuff at my cousin's boyfriend's place because she was finally leaving that cheating asshole for good. we were supposed to take away the tv, the hi-fi, the ps2, practically everything except the bed. i mean, after all that he's done to her. the hurt and damage, he deserved gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1075006512563833912004-01-24T20:33:00.000-08:002004-01-24T21:00:26.390-08:00i really like what it feels when i'm with you, i'm so into you
to a certain someone, (not the usual one, haha!)
all i can say is, been there, done that.
know how it feels when both are equally important and you don't wanna spoil things on both sides.
but in the end, follow your heart to whichever will give you more happiness.
its like treading between the scales. there can be no balance.
you gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074792615874025692004-01-22T09:15:00.000-08:002004-01-22T09:34:31.840-08:00Thinkin' back in time, someone said that love is blind
But they were wrong,
You just choose to not see, when it's right before you eyes
You'd rather compromise, than give your all
Then it don't turn out the way it's supposed to be
Time and time again you disappoint when she believes
Just do your best and give here what she needs
And...
Cherish her love
Show here she's right where she belongs
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074696322763803392004-01-21T06:15:00.000-08:002004-01-21T06:50:19.233-08:00just finished steamboat. yum yum! *rubs tummy
it was really so good, i couldn't stop my itchy hands from edging towards the pot.
at this rate i'm eating, i'll look like an oversized pig in no time can!
time to buy................. extrim. hehe!
went back to school today, had so much fun just catching up.
all my favourite girls, all together, sharing gossip off the hot pot.
dawn with her new gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074578109929487392004-01-19T21:35:00.000-08:002004-01-19T22:02:42.686-08:00Mmmmm.. waited 2 hours for her to come to the airport alone!
can't believe i did it for i'm the kind who can't stand loneliness and boredom.
thus, i took the skytrain 3 times, walked around changi airport as though i was some tourist.
and the best part, she came, talked for like 2 mins, and left..
-_-" CRIES!!
but it was worth it. :)
8 more days till you're home..
met my dearest charlotte wong gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074405429336215692004-01-17T21:51:00.000-08:002004-01-17T21:59:05.153-08:00i love you...
as much as you love the ice creams
as much as you love to eat
as much as you love your car
as much as you love to sleep
as much as you love xiao lu bao
as much as you love yourself
as much as you love her
more, i guess..
but..
its all one way.
i love you like a fat kid loves cake.
its enough to last you a lifetime or more.gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074404575429261572004-01-17T21:34:00.000-08:002004-01-17T21:44:51.436-08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEN!!!!!
shall not say how old cuz age is always a secret for women. LOL*
i am feeling pms-sy.
and reading you angst-filled blog entry is not helping in anyway at all.
it just makes me guilty.
hey dear, there's something called unrequited love in this world.
been there, done that.
its a phrase that fate arranges, to put the love to a test.
my moodswings are bad.
one moment i feelgosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074321070019353382004-01-16T22:15:00.000-08:002004-01-16T22:33:04.890-08:00rights. i fainted for the second time in my toilet.
the 1st time was in sec 3 when i had real bad food poisoning and diarrhoea.
this time, its due to the pro-active acids in my tummy, giving me gastrics so bad, i puked 3 times.
mom didn't know to cry or laugh when she saw me sprawled on the toilet floor.
oh wells. what an embarrassment.
anyway.. i'm wearing your t-shirt now.
its comfy and gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074180663106127882004-01-15T07:19:00.000-08:002004-01-15T07:32:55.873-08:00met vern for lunch today.
that dear girl brightened up my day by just seeing her face.
:) more lunching soon okies?
the casting was damn funny can!
i think i was very comical and i had like 7,8 NGs la!
the producer was laughing so hard, he almost cried.
He said i made his day, and i had a beautiful smile *beams!!
really appreciate the people around me.
the colleagues, for making breakfast for gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1074008348807996192004-01-13T07:34:00.000-08:002004-01-13T09:07:57.496-08:00i never knew it was so hard to get through a day without you.
its just h e l l. cold cold h e l l
i need you, my sunshine. to induce some warmth in my life.
*
loolin and jay are over at my place for baileys.
what a tiring day today.
first day of work at the agency.
fun! so much bitching, gossiping and snacking.
slyvia and mandy are such riots.
i'll have like, damn alot of castings and audits gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1073919579963014422004-01-12T06:53:00.000-08:002004-01-12T07:00:00.366-08:00everytime i turn to leave with a heavy heart,
i feel a tug at my feet, urging me to stay.
it hurts as much as a deep cut.
i really really wanna give up.
i thought you were gone,
but your words proved otherwise.
i thought i saw you out that door,to a faraway land,
but the moment u came back,
u turn my life upside down again.
u already have someone who loves you,
dont let her down, although all gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1073891214000828932004-01-11T22:55:00.000-08:002004-01-11T23:07:15.043-08:00feeling weird.
saw her yesterday.
she just came back, we met at 5-10.
got this really warm reception which sort of rekindled a dead flame.
taken aback, yet glad at the same time.
i dunno.
shoot me.
glad to see the rest too. like a big family reunion.
they were all crying though, which made me teary, thinking of my situation.
yeah loolin,
i'll join you..
in e r a s i n g her away.
:: i was gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1073801562426362142004-01-10T21:58:00.000-08:002004-01-10T22:25:30.526-08:00its a sunday afternoon, i'm bored and i just quit warehouse.
so here i am with my most updated wishlist.
10 things i want, fancy, need, can't live without.
(U get the idea)
1. a new digital cam or camera phone because both of them are fucking up on me big time now. -_-"
2. the damn nice vintage adidas sling and the uber cool armani sling too.
3. polka dotted curtains and the prop-ups to make gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1073758711457461672004-01-10T10:02:00.000-08:002004-01-10T10:18:45.926-08:00my j&j photoshoot's hairstyle looks like marilyn monroe's.
i don't care what u guys say!!! LOL*
feel as though i walked out of the black and white tv screen into the slimscreen era.
psychedellic!!!!
i don't wanna work at warehouse!!!
fucking tiring and boring!
sighs, i dunno how to tell them, i quit
i just wanna quit everything la.
quit work. quit loneliness. quit being stuck on you.
i feel sogosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1073125179404648962004-01-03T01:58:00.000-08:002004-01-03T02:19:57.880-08:00so.
i don't have to wake up early every morning.
i get cash to spend and buy clothes.
i am single and lead a carefree life.
i don't get nagged at when i don't come home.
you should envy me right?
no.
no no no no.
you don't know how it feels when you put faith into a religion and it lets you down.
you don't know how it feels when you sleep at night, thinking tomorrow will be a better day, but gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1072956892675336782004-01-01T03:21:00.000-08:002004-01-01T03:35:10.550-08:00New Year's Resolutions 101
1. Not to have any resolutions.
2. Pray more so that perhaps the man up there will take pity on me and give me a decent-looking O's cert.
3. Love more. Its such a tentative need.
4. Stop laughing at those people who are going to school. My canvas is blank.
5. Learn to cherish you
ok, that seems enough for the time being.
albeit none of it ever gets done in the end. gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1072853363892623652003-12-30T22:24:00.000-08:002003-12-30T22:49:41.140-08:00boing boing!
i'm so excited!
few more hours to go.
and my hands are all pink from the writings.
deleted the whole damn blog because i was so damn fed up with all the shit i was getting.
they even had the cheek to shift the blame on her.
fucking hell.
tsk. shall not spoil my good mood cuz of it. LOL.
tonight.. i'm waiting for tonight. wheeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
jay, jov, gen, han, rach, ollie
you know gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262911.post-1072771584907786632003-12-30T00:02:00.000-08:002003-12-30T00:06:42.483-08:00met gen, han and socks last night for the ac party.
was nice seeing socks after like so damn long.
had a great time catching up man.
missed her like, so damn much. :)
china black last night was f-u-c-k-i-n-g great.
bartop and podium dancing had never been so much fun.
woohoo!
the bartop girls were wet wet wet and everyone was so damn high.
the music.
the atmosphere.
the crowd.
it just rawked.
gosh*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830474176857428747noreply@blogger.com