on emo.

erm.
uncle frank saw what i gave him.
he was very happy.
and he kept saying thanks.
im happy i decided to give him my old photo taken with him at the zoo with the orang utans with aunty regina.
it’s been years since i saw aunty regina.
smelly told me to go to the airport cos uncle frank won’t come to singapore again..

i wanted to cry.
but its so, so true.
he’s already 80.
how will he be 1 year later?
old? frail?
he won’t be coming back for at least 4 years, but would he ever?
i don’t know..
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i hate the airports.
i never send people off to the airport.
i hate hate hate it.
especially if the person is moving there for a long period of time…
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i will miss uncle frank.
he’s an awsome person to talk to.
he’s kind wnd warm hearted.
he took the liberty of knowing smelly’s name (no, not smelly), and he remembered it, despite smelly’s name being chinese..
he told me some parts of his life.
in 1948 he was training for the olympics, swimming, but he had to choose between studies and swimming, so it was studies..
his friend, back then had the record for swimming, 1min. 100m..
5 yrs back he was swimming 1500m daily..
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it’s amazing, really..
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i don’t want my room back.
it feels, kinda funny.
i duno why im attached so easily to nice people..
erm..
oh well..

bye)=

the ever dumb conversation.

i call someone.
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ringirngringgggg…

me: hello, where are you now ah?
person: atrium, why?
me: huh nothing la..
person: okay bye.
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so weird..
i couldn’t even say anything…
no dinner, no nothing.. :S
so um, well, if you’re reading this,
and you know its you.
i wanted to ask you for dinner :S
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joyce: i used to like eating dradon fruit.. then i dont like the seeds so when i was young i ask my did to pluck out the seeds.. and my dad did it..
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fathers’ love

done with radio, i think…?

i’ve done my part of the script. need andra to do it, and i’ll edit it. we’ll record the voices on thu, during radio. we’ll also think of what we can add in for special effects, sig tune.
andra we can do it ! ((=.
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awsome!
leaves speech comm, which im gonna do w mona, now. teeheh.
YAY!!!
i feel productive, thou apprehensive.
at least im not slacking…
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i cant wait for weekend!

its not fair..

we put in so much effort, so much hard work.
and we get shit grades.
while some do last minute work all the time, and their work sucks.
and they get high grades.
why?
this really isn’t fair you know?
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so much for being fair…
what rubbish..
i can beat round the bush too. telling you boring stuff, write weird stuff, do last minute work, lie to you and get high grades, if that is what you want…
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this sucks.
and its really pissing me off.
nabey…
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all of us put in the hard work.
we get C’s, C+’s..
last min work?
B’s, A’s..
is this really fair?
the last min work is far worse than ours!
how irritating, how sickening.
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i really cant stand it.
how do you feel?
happy?
you can get away with it?
oh yes, go ahead…
ya, im talking about you.

on names. and cheeks

me: i think u look like a mouse! from afar!!
her: blame my mother la.. its the cheeks right!
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her: so have you heard my name before?
me: no leh..
her: so weird right. my mother la. first she give me the cheeks then she give me that name…
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her: do u like to eat honeydew.
me: no i like apple, orange n cherries.
her: u know the cherries are genetically modified then got that colour and taste one?
me: huh…
her: bluff you la.
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you crazy woman.

uncle frank is leaving, tonight

its weird, when i was young, my parents always asked me to go to the airport, to pick up visitors to our place. i remember, i loved it.

now, they hardly ask..
they don’t know, i still like the feeling of going to the airport, to pick people up..
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mum told me that uncle frank moved his family to aussie (they were from holland) in WW2. then his brother stayed behind to build a family, while uncle frank and family went back..
then uncle frank called his brother in may and asked ‘will you be home on thu?’
his bro said yes.
so uncle frnak packed his bags, and left for aussie alone!
the brother thought a beggar was outside.. teehehe.
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oh well. mum told me his lugage very full.
i dont know if can shove the photoframe and album inside or not.. hmmm ))=.
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he told my mum im very sweet, cos im always smiling..
truth is, im smiling cos i dont know what to say.
i wish i knew what to say…
i really wish…
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dang da dang.
emmo

hey you.

im in school with andra now.
doing crazy stuff. hahaah.
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i had a lot of dreams the past few days.
no good, no good.
i dreamt i went to the melbourne school where every other singaporean goes to -_-
and i cried so badly, cos i had to break up with smelly.
no, actually i cried, cos my family told me i was going there for a holiday, but it turned out to be a lie.
so yah.
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then there was the weird dream where this guy in my cohort, patrick, and all the other people died.
they were the horrid ones… like candice, or something. i dont know why they were horrid in my dream. it was, their group name, or something… i dont know..
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and the part where feli wnted to stay at my house so badly, cos joel and smelly were inside. i told her ‘no. it feels weird. you cannot stay’ then she stood outside, and it really felt weird and awkward for her(wonder why, maybe cos she stand outside my house) so she left..
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and where my mum tried to chain me up. i knew it was a dream, i and i knew i could just imagine myself running and flying out of the house. but she chained me up and stuff… then my sister and brother didn’t help. but i managed to free myself usng the code they gave me.. then i ran and ran.. my body was leaning to the floor haha, then i ran very very fast and that old hag couldn’t catch me.. and i had special powers, i climbed to the top of come roof, and i saw josh, and mrs teo. mrs teo told me josh mother was an old hag too. and we were safe in the roof top. then they disappeared… and i got caught by my old hag.. that bitch was really scary ok!!!!
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and my brother and i had this 2 dollar note, where we would put into the arcade machine, and slowly, 10cents would decrease, from each time we played.. then that old hag (owing the arcade machine), threw our 2 dollar bill away! bitch! so i rumaged (errr) through the dustbin and she tried to stop me, and in the dustbin there was leftover laksa, or something and i threw it on her.. so yeh..
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bye

wordpress

quite a few people using it, i see.
(=

hunger pang!

DANG DA DANG!
(oh my gosh cedric possessed the sund effect ghost, or something)
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i had cereal.
2 helpings.
1 ‘helping’ of milk.
i ate halfway, milk was still cold, i was still hungry,
so i ‘topped up’ my cereal bowl (half full) with even more cereal.
yum.
and just when i finished the cereal,
the milk got warm.
HORRAY!!!
i didn’t waste a lot of milk.
i poured just a lil, and mixed like mad.

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how, uninteresting.
by the way.
i like my friendster profile.
its good to be proud of something.
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talking to bear now.
damn funny please.
he think’s im weird.
but i know.
love knows no boundaries.
RIGHTTT?

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im special

not proud

for the record,
im not really proud to say,
after 16+ years,
i still have not known how to, what is formally known as, ‘colouring in one direction’

squiggles here and there,
i still cant keep to the really thick outlines.
i don’t know why.
i have fun,anyway ((=

to those who call me childish, you’re really missing out!
hell loads of fun,
even more creativity.
for the record, the ticket man is wearing a purple blazer with pink pants.
teeheehee.
((=

i’m gonna post up ALL the pictures i’ve couloured, soon.
whether you like it or not.
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and oh, i think he’s cute!
(not smelly la!)