i'm lucky i'm in love with my best friend.

That is a mission. Don't be afraid to raise them. We are happy when you do!



Keziah is FINE I'M 18.


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Jun Jie
Linette
Kristy
Wee Sian
Tze Kiat
Phyllis
Amanda
Rachel
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Jessica
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Maisie
Eliada
Chingmay
Winona
Nisa
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lies
It works!

I feel kinda fluent in HTML now. What a lie, but still!


Wow why do I feel as if its all been facts, facts, facts here?

Labels: No I was being literal this time.

I received a chain email that actually made sense!They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support,
To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away..
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.."They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.."Whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime."

Labels: Nice.

It cannot wait.
British slang/swearing makes it all easier.
I like.

Instead of saying: *$%&% to that
I could say: Bollocks to that.

I love Britain.

Sooooo no calls regarding DPA.
Wham.


Argh sleepy, I can barely string a sentence together.

Labels: My side

Oh dear I think they might not call me at all.

Labels: aghast

I need advice: do you include certificates in a portfolio?
I know its not done traditionally, but in this case should I get a separate folder for the certs?

This is time consuming.

Mmmrtrjhvdfskhfd parents.

Labels: yap

Just been cutting out posts from my blog to show the peeps at NP admissions.
All the analysis of what should make it into the portfolio is making me kind of sick of my blog writing.
It seems so boring and repetitive and over thinky and who really wants to read about my life like that in these kind of dreary words.

Maybe, just maybe, I'm getting a little OCD about compiling my portfolio. I spend all my time thinking about it, working on it, stressing about it.
But I'm working to create a really compre

oh look I'm rambling again. This should be filed under: stressed speeches and internet self condolence.

What would you like to see here?
Tell me because I'm at my wits end.
Tell me, go on. Over there on the right. >>>>>>>

Labels: go, Inspire

Merriam-Webster online dictionary:

I love TBBT, it teaches me new and useful words.

Conundrum just makes communicating your ideas so much more easily doesn't it?
Now I don't have to grope around for "that word" when I try to describe something anymore!
I feel like I'm over exaggerating a little, but you get my point.

Labels: And my point is, exactly.

Oh I completely forgot, I saw Transformers 2 yesterday, because our Preliminary Exams ended!
And I just clean forgot what I wanted to say about that.

Sibyl has a lovely singing voice, I'm jealous.
And so does Eliada, when she decided to use her diaphragm.
Why can everyone sing so well!
I'm so envious.
Hee hee.
But Chingmay likes the song I wrote for Eliada (For Ally).
I'm glad you told me, it meant alot! :D

And then we wrote a hilarious song about armpit hair, with the words "mealworms" bookmarking the end of every sentence.
If I can get a hold of of the lyrics maybe I'll post them up here.

Muchos gracias.
That phrase just popped into my head. Random phrases are for twitter, whilst random+ other thoughts are filed here.
So that should've gone on twitter.
I love twitter. It should be a new form of journalism and news providing. I mean, CNN already has twitter, but still, more could be done. And the fact that its so informal gives journalism a twist, you know,
News, but witty.
Also its so quick and easy to post, it takes full advantage of the instant gratification that the internet brings.

News, quick, witty, bold, now.

See my point?
Yes.

And also, after roll-blogging (as in "i'm on a roll!" kind of blogging)
I realised that I don't sound optimistic at all.
More pessimistic and sad and low self-esteem than I am.
I have a sticker label that says "Positivity" on my wallet, it looks amazing and exudes some kind of awesome air.

So I can't be that pessimistic when I've got that sticker around me can I?
I really am an optimistic person, optimistic to a fault.
I'm just preparing myself for the worst yes?

Self-preservation, so I don't fall too hard.

Yes that is the realist in me that is speaking.
Hahaha I am like a layer cake.So what if my candles and flames are ugly.
Why brown candles you ask?
Hahaha. Whats good for fuel?
Urgh, dirt humour, lets spare us the awkward after-bad-joke moment and change the subject.
Sorry I think I just need someone to talk to.

But I am proud of my little illustration up there. ^
What a lovely parallel eh?

I dunno why they like to put prunes in Kueh Lapis
Totally spoils the taste, in my opinion.
And yes, I am so totally particular and OCD about my food.

I REMEMBER THE THING ABOUT TRANSFORMERS!

Throughout the entire movie, I was staring at (no not Megan Fox) the car that was Bumblebee.

That Chevrolet Camaro is so beautiful.
I kept whispering to myself- that car is mine
whenever it appeared on screen

Can't take it, gotta have it. (Good news is that Chevrolets gonna launch the exact same car with the yellow and racing stripes in 2010)
I might have to migrate to own that car.

I'll be old enough to get my driving liscence next year, who wants to come with me!

Labels: Discover and repair

Ok, I googled: ngee ann poly mass comm DPA

And I found what I was looking for, not sure if I found what I wanted to find.

Blogs, about girls applying through DPA for the Mass Communications Course in Ngee Ann.
About how badly they want it
and how "ohso competitive" it is.

I'm getting depressed. I don't want to judge, and I don't want to feel intimidated, so the only way to go is to close the search page and pretend I've never seen them.

One, bless her soul, has magnificent backing from our local newspaper.
The other blogs in another manner altogether.
I dunno how my portfolios gonna match up, but I sure hope they put me through an interview in the very least.

The best advice I've been given is to just go for it and trust God.
I guess thats all I can do now, besides refine my portfolio that I hope I have a chance to show!
If its in his plan, then I'm headed exactly where I'm headed. If not then I might have to go to a JC.
I dunno.

Staying positive, trying to.
This is my dream, man.

Labels: mmrpgh

I sense that maybe, just maybe Mcfly are going to come to Singapore someday.
Its become a little more than just a dream. Oh gosh I'm so excited I can barely stay in my seat.

Heres why I think so:
They were featured in Singapore's newspaper today, a short article about their success as a band, and also to promote the launch of their deluxe Radio:Active album here.
Tom mentioned that they currently have no plans for a concert here, but they hope to come here one day.

Mcfly's "Everybody Knows" was used in the commercial for Singapore Idol. I was falling asleep on the bus when I thought I heard the opening riff for that song and I woke up.
Its been confirmed: IT IS!

Hoobaby.
I'm excited. I wonder if I'll ever get a chance to see them, for all the fan that I am.
Haha.
How futuristically disappointing.
I'm afraid

Labels: Mcfly c'mon

Oh I just remembered that I'm supposed to be a little sick.
My mom just asked me if I'm feeling better.

The panadol must've been playing loopy with me.

Yeah so that explains the blue mood.

Now I recognise that, I can distance myself from it.
I feel better already.
Zebras/Dinosaurs/Giraffes/Horses rule much.

Labels: Yes go.

Make me dream in colour.
I smell vinegar, mom is putting that stuff all over the kitchen walls.
Swabbing or something, yeah thats the verb I was trying to recall.

Just read 3/4 of another Jodi Picoult book.
Depressing I tell you.
I don't know why I do this to myself, but shes an amazing writer.
I guess thats why.
Now I'm feeling all brain-hazy from reading too long too much at once, and part of me is still lost in the book.
Doesn't help that its not a very happy book.

It reminds me of the other times when I was reading other Jodi Picoults.
Last last christmas.
Last year
Different snippets of the story linked to memories of popular bookstore, on a beanbag in my room under the yellow light
The sound of a felt tipped marker scratching against paper.
Memories of being lonely and not knowing what this feels like.

Durh, terrible time to be blogging from this mood the book has gotten me into.
Help I should stop no, yes?

We're all terrible people inside, theres no such thing as someone whos never hurt a fly or thought a bad thought.
I hate evenings.
The blue light really hurts my eyes.

Labels: C'mon light up

New mail in my Spam folder.
The most recent one I've received:

The most scandalous politics-scandal

from Rogelio Yweb
Ooh how exciting.
It just screams at you dosen't it?

I am intrigued.
But not enough to open that mail.

In your face Rogelio Yweb.
Whoever you are.


Met with the girls today, old times.
I feel like I've changed so much, grown, shrunk, progressed, recessed.
My friends back then and my friends now are so different...I can't say which is better but they're just so
different.

Melissa warned me about really mean people, because apparently they have a reputation already.
It got me a little scared.

How? I'm not going to not go there just because of that, but blah blah blah
I feel like everything is pre-written already.
You probably get what I'm saying already, so why type it out right?
Unless I was going to type something totally unexpected, or something completely random. Which I was not going too.

Theres no space for honesty and vulnerability on the internet. Who cares if you bare your soul anyway?

It'll just seem like you want attention, someone to lick your sorry little wounds.
Oh, look, I'm broken, and then people rush in asking omg! what happened! Don't be sad what does that give you in the end? The assurance that you have so many people who love and care for you?
They're just saying that because they know you're asking for it.
Why am I sounding angry I am not.

Recently I've gotten into this habit of not punctuating it is addictive because it seems to bring across the feeling of not stopping and hence the mood that I want to put across.

It also helps to illustrate a fast-speaking, talkative (self-absorbed?) character in dialogues.
For example:

"What is the matter how are you feeling will they be here in time do I look okay to you" and then she ran off in the other direction, seeming to obtain all her answers from her observations of my surroundings. Why she needed to speak and ask those questions I could not fathom.

Why, a human being like that- so advanced in observation and quickness of thought did not need to embrace, or exercise for that matter, any form of communication with other people except to instruct and expect complete compliance while efficiently getting every other undone task done.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking." I said to the air that was previously where she had crouched for that moment. Getting to my feet and dusting off my pants, I wondered why my head hurt so badly.


I got carried away. But the first part illustrated my point, I guess.
I think that I'm typing so much because I'm desperately looking for a diversion from studying. I don't want to start hence I occupy myself with this, and create a false sense of productivity at the same time.

Its kind of pathetic isn't it, being aware of your own escapist tendencies and actions but not mustering enough will power to overcome it.

I hate it.

But maybe we're not supposed to be so self-aware, so I mightn't have to be in this anguish.
I feel like its a paradox. Something contradictory but unfortunately for me, makes perfect sense.

What do I do?
Somebody help. (But you really don't have to)

P.S I just discovered an entire list of the tags that I have ever used on this blog. Intriguing. Its like shaking hands with my past self:

All Labels: 'Diccted A scoop of Supreme Depressimo please Ache amusing day. And after all Bah. Blargh. But in a good way. Causes for happiness. Charlieeeeeeeee Chevrolet Camaro Continuum Crazy man's Juju Creationism Distilling the essence. Do ya? Do you see me? Dramatis Personae For Ally. Gargh Gee God made the dinosaurs Heh. How apt. I heart mom I was joking. But not really. I wish Sian was an english word. That way I could explain it all better. I wonder what its like to be whole? I wouldn't want to make you an X If you can't beat em In the sun Is Stupid. ISH It'll be cool Its bittersweet Its getting worse. Its not like I have a problem or anything. join em. Junk humour Look Look infront of you/ AAAH Look this way Maybe that'll pass as a song. maybe yes? Mmmm Necessary realities no Not a cause for concern Oh look I found it Oh Mon Dieu Oh yeah. Ohhhmanthisissomuchfun on a blogging roll. On a roll On love/In sadness ooooooooommmmmmmmggggg Ow my head. Pain and Smiles Pissy. Poetic Licence Poked to death. By accident. Roofus. Running away from waves. Sick sigh. wut. TAGGERS Technology-smecnology Thanksgiving The internet This is a heart-rending period that some people go through. To duh maax Tweet. We're (not)on the same level Where is my blinking-typing-line? Where is my second home now? Whoohoo why does this happen to me? Yaaaaaaay you're my wonderwall.

Labels: Quickly fireman.

I can't study whywhywhy
Besides that

My spam folder in my email is flooded with spam.
(Haha.)
No really.

These people have such exotic sounding names, and such strange, mindbending email subject titles.
I'm intrigued and annoyed at the same time.
Remember the one email that had the title: "Open or you're gay" ?
I actually liked that one.

Now its all people with names like: Comnick Ambrose, Marianela Tyniroa, Cinthia Pqtjl, Ute Papallo, Adolfo Jxiesus, Madaffari Nedra, Mona Umomab, Yetta etc. etc.

I dunno, will using a very exotic sounding name make me want to open your email?
I think not.
The email titles are hillarious:

Your consultant bothers

Marvellous! **** of Beyonce

Information prohibited by government

Interested in your skills

Perm Vacancy

And the one that takes the prize:

Can't write from my mail

Ahahaha. The internet is so very entertaining.

Labels: Junk humour

I didn't write my summary on a separate piece of paper.
I hope they don't deduct away too many marks. Just one at most okay?

Argh.
The microphone is too soft too soft too soft.

And Ms Nooriani was collecting the history papers for my class.

She stopped at my table to rearrange the stack of papers (because you know they get all out of alignment when you keep adding pieces to the stack down the row).

She said something really really softly, then she repeated it a few times.

I was wondering why she was talking to herself.
Counting the number of scripts maybe.

Then she looks at me and says: Keziah. Help me to rearrange the papers.
Then I realise what she was saying all along.

My ears- are they spoilt?

But by then she'd finished with her stack, and did the stack that I was supposed to help with.
Then she carried on down the row.

Later on Jasmine told me Ms N asked me quite a number of times.
Oh dear.
She must think I'm terribly thick. Or deaf.

Oh and a new song!
This one took like what, 10 mins?
Its for a dear friend who is pining for a dearelsebody already.


For Ally
Standard Tuning
Chords: G, D

Of course you've heard of summer flings
And other things
For that matter

Thing about summer is that
We don't have it over here
But rain

Rain here and rain there
The same sky isn't it?
And maybe if you're looking out on a rainy day
You'll think of here

Cos you're a long long way
Away from me
It doesn't matter what I feel
But maybe someday
You'll remember
That you've belonged here



Its not a full song, but I thought leaving it incomplete like that makes it all the more poignant and vulnerable don't you think?

Okay maybe I was just lazy, but its pretty on its own.

Labels: For Ally.

There is this advertisement on facebook offering Salsa lessons.
It looks like the couple are fighting instead. If you've seen it, you'd know what I mean.
I wanted to post a picture of it, but I dunno why I can't.

I enjoyed the exams today.
I fear Bio because I haven't even started yet.
I am hungry.
Off to dinner.

Oh BTW, I'm playing stories on twitter, join in if you'd like.
So far:

subtleinsanity: She didn't know it was going to be so real. She had always heard about it, thought about it, but now that she was finally here..

yongliangFOUR:she stood in the lobby of Big Machine Records, Nashville, Tennessee. She had been around music row, stopping by every label to drop off her demo CD.

subtleinsanity: But, the thing was, although she fitted the description of Taylor Swift to the bill, she wasn't. She wasn't even human.

JOIN ITS FUN.

Labels: In the sun

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