For all Orson Scott Card fans ;)

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transexual by *Bob-Rz on deviantART

*cassandra… buy me tickets to the il divo concert? please? says:
gushhhhhhhhh
guys are such assesssssssss
i wish i were lesbiannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
hahahhaa
or a guy

kt says:
hahaha cannot. later jefri die

*cassandra… buy me tickets to the il divo concert? please? says:
lol.

kt says:
or become gay

*cassandra… buy me tickets to the il divo concert? please? says:
i told him i wish iw ere a guy
then he said cannot, then he wouldnt be able to be w me.
so i said its okay. he can be gay
then he said no!

kt says:
hahahaha

*cassandra… buy me tickets to the il divo concert? please? says:
oh em geee
hahaha
then i whacked him. xDD
he’s not supposed to say no! LOL
he’s supposed to say he would be gay for me. hahahahhahahahahahhahaha

kt says:
hahaha “i would be gay for you my love”
HAHA JINX

*cassandra… buy me tickets to the il divo concert? please? says:
HAHAHAH OMG YOU READ MY MIND
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA





Hahahaha talk about apt!

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P.S: I don't own this.

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Welcome to the Esplanade. I like the Esplanade. Alot. It's so artsy fartsy. I like the library in there too. It's a conducive place to study in. I study there on my own. Now that you know where I study, please don't go there because I hate people.


Went there recently to study and Jtan was so niceeeee. Jtan just came back from Hongkong and has no exams BUT STILL he's so nice he actually offered to accompany me while I mug, for motivation and to poke me when I'm being lazy. Isn't Jtan just the sweetest? I'm praising him now, so his head will swell and he won't fit through the door. Haha! You're stuck now, hongky boy! If it weren't for him, I would've been to lazy to get out and probably not studying productively at home. Yayyy.


After studying from 11am to about 4plus pm, We went to the roof terrace thingy thing thing to chill out, or rather thaw, after being frozen in the library. And I took that picture! Isn't it niceeee? I'm trying to be artsy fartsy! Don't mock me okay, I know I'm a noob leave me beeeeee!

I took other pictures too. Which left Jtan very amused caz I was all over the place and letting mozzies feast on my arms too.







Considering the camera is only 3 megapix, like the camera in my phone (EEESH!) I think I like the pictures I took. I want to put Jtan's face up here but, we both saw his double chin hahahaha I shall put up a more flattering one next time :D


Jtan! I owe you Starbucks! Don't forget :)



Elle

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So my body as been weak, down with influenza right after my birthday.
Hurrah really.

A week of sick is torture, especially when I have work to do and the last thing I want to be doing is lying in bed, trust me, I JUST GOT MY DRIVE TO WORK why do you take it all away from me with a little bit of swine flu?

:'(

They refuse to tell you if you're down with swine flu now, gah. Whatevs. Being rushed to the A&E at 2 am in the morning and have the doctor poking your handS with needleS. NO FUN.

Bloody service was terrible! Here I am fainting away from the fever and yet the waiting time is worse than your average polyclinic. Hello? This is A&E. You're supposed to be fast, people, fast.
Finally left the hospital at 6am. My god, 4 hours there.
TALK ABOUT SLOW.

I refuse to stay on in the hospital after my drip finished. It reached a point I would rather die at home tyvm.

The drugs put me to sleep, restless sleep as I cough my lungs out everynight.

I missed school for a week to my great distress.


Sigh
And now that school is starting tomorrow, a mountain of work to welcome me back, plus tuition work, good lord.
My brain still hurts oh I dread the pain.
My birthday however, I must say, was a good one. One of the best these recent years, (best in my own memory in fact) Hokes was the sweetest, he bought me my favourite Davidoff Game Perfume :) :)

I gave him a hundred thousand huge smacking kisses for that :)

HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOUUU
Eventhough I think I must have gushed about it too much, and dragged you to department stores to spray some tester perfume on my wrists and breathe the wondrous scent in like a long time druggie far too often on our outings.

Sigh
you make me sho happy :')


Not forgetting my other friends too, surprising me with cake (aww sho sweet!) spamming my sms inbox and facebook wall and twitter.
Thank you all! Even if I never did reply you caz honestly this was worse than last year BUT I TRIED REPLYING THOSE ON FB OKAY so see? I tried so it's not my fault.



I miss you internets! For the entire duration of my sick leave, not once have I touched my laptop, no, not once, woe be unto me! The internet junkie. Without the internets.

Indeed.

Tomorrow.
The mad rush begins.


(I seriously need to change my bed sheets.)

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Now,

I know I'm supposed to take my anxiety pills every morning, but I don't (teehee) BECAUSE (I wonder if I've said this before) I hate medicine.

I really do.

It's not the taste, or the swallowing or anything.
I'm perfectly fine with it.
It's the idea of taking medicine.

As far as possible, I'd like to train my antibodies and stuff.
Like, make them uber strong to defeat anything ill causing.
And if I need medicine like antibiotics to get well, then alright I'll take it, caz you know, antibiotics to fight the bacteria and stuff.

BUT PAINKILLERS?
Nevah. I'll live with the pain.
And oh my god, anxiety pills?

That's twice as retarded.
I mean I only eat it caz it cost me 70 forking bucks. So yeah, I don't wanna throw 70 bucks away.
But as far as possible, I'm gonna PSYCHO myself into being NOT anxious and PSYCHO myself into sleeping right.

Which sometimes works and sometimes doesn't, but it definitely takes a whole lot of my energy.
It zaps me of everything seriously. I try sooo hard, that I barely have the energy to do anything else.




I know, I know.
But yes, I am a fan of Pon and Zi and Jeff Thomas (the guy who drew them)
And there's a very tragic story behind him but now he's finally going back to an awesome art school and omg I FEEL IRRATIONALLY HAPPY FOR HIM.

Like, if I had friends who went through shit, and finally, life rights itself again for them, I'd sincerely be retardedly happy for them, but Jeff Thomas is like, some dude, that I've never met nor conversed with. But I feel happy for him.
Strange.

And the Pon and Zi pic above made me smile :)




ANYWAY, people around when have been commenting about my behavior WHICH I FIND STRANGE, because I feel fine. Really. Sometimes I just don't feel like talking or just too lazy to make facial expressions or my usual retarded verbal vomit, but that's just because trying to stay awake zaps my energy, so I become extra lazy even with the smallest things. Including smiling. So no, I'm not sad, or depressed OR WHATEVER SHIT, I'm fine.

You know, when you have to stay up all night to finish something really important, like how your body just wants to sleep so badly, but you're awake because the sheer importance of what you have to finish keeps you from sleeping, so your eyes are open?
You know that feeling?

I feel like that every single day.
In bright sunny daylight.
I feel like I'm keeping myself awake.

It's not hard. But it's not easy either.




And it's also kinda strange how all my friends realised how weird I've become and not my family.
Strange.


And I've decided I never really changed when it comes to tutoring kids.
Kids make me feel so... right.
Like I'm doing what I have to do, and it's right and it's okay, and I stop feeling sleepy and my headaches stop and I'm not as ultra lethargic as I was.

I realised I digress alot and talk in circles, but that sufficiently illustrates how my train of thought is moving.
:/
Anyhoo,
the Chinese New Year madness is here,
so GONG XI FA CAI everyone! :D



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OMGGGG I REMEMBER WHAT I WANTED TO BLOG ABOUT INITIALLYYYY.

hehehehehehe



I went shopping yesterday, with my bro and my mum to shop for CNY clothes fo my bro. I KNOW. SUPER last minute. But that's typical of my brother.

Now, my brother is a dweeb who has the inability to say what he really thinks.
So when he really likes something, he just shrugs.
When he hates something, he keeps quiet, or just turn away.

So I don't know why, but Mum hasn't figured this out. It seems only I can really read my family well enough.
So, every year, I complain to Mum about how atrocious my bro's sense of fashion is. It's embarrassing.

Seriously, if he doesn't look like a Karang Guni, he would look like an impoverished Kampung Boy. Singaporeans should know what those mean. Non-singaporeans, go google it or ask your Sg friends.
:D


So, I speed shopped, and told my bro to follow me.
And surprisingly, he really did.
He tried on everything I told him to. And I had to read his face to tell if he likes it or secretly hate it.

And it was a major success, I pried it out of him to say, "YES I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE."
He got himself this dark grey shirt, which he can choose to button up, or wear it over a dark dull maroon-ish red tee or an off-white tee which I paid for as a birthday present for him (it's his birthday tomorrow).
Wheee!

HE FINALLY LOOKS PRESENTABLE.

And I like the off-white one caz it has a sketch of headphones and stuff around the neck of the tee, which I thought was cool, if they had a girl one, I wouldve bought it. Tsk.

Mum was against it, she thought it wasn't worth the price, but my bro was stumbling over himself to try to get Mum to buy both until I offered to pay for the white one as a gift from me.
Mum still wasn't happy.


Yay!
This year, my bro is gonna look like he's celebrating an event. Not just gracing it with his boring oversized one-coloured polo tees and jeans.

I'm so happy !

:')





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Words aren't ever sufficient. You gotta look at the eyes. The eyes never lie.

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(I think Audrey Hepburn is gorgeous. But this is just me being random.)


So, I haven't been blogging because I simply don't have the mood to blog, but that's also due to the fact that I don't even have the time. Which, by the way, is something I RESENT GREATLY, because 2 years back, I always have time for anything. I was so freaking free. I was so free I could lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and muse about life's philosophies and get up hours later for dinner and then proceed to watch TV. THEN, when inspiration finally strikes, I'd blog about the most hilarious and entertaining incident, which led to my blog receiving a fair amount of readers.


Sadly to say, due to time constraints, I no longer have that luxury, my readers grew bored of me,(also due to the fact that Ryan started changing my blog webbie around, but I love him anyway), my blog is now close to dead.


Nevertheless, I shall muse a little more.



Open House had just ended a few days back, and I'm feeling slightly ill, perhaps because I've been working too hard. Over exertion when you spent the entire day on your feet, walking up and down the slopes in the humongous campus of your institution, talking non-stop to visitors, answering their queries as well as providing them more information about the school.

Which I thought was the coolest shizzle ever, because I loved it, PR is always fun and interesting, you meet a variety of personalities, you give them your warmest smile, and your sincerest answers to their questions. And when they smile back, or seemed pleased at such a wonderful reception and the warm service, IT MAKES YOU FEEL SO DARN GOOD.

And no matter how much a bitch the visitor(s) can get, it doesn't matter, because I will always be the nicest person in the world when I'm wearing my golden name tag and black Ambassador's shirt.

AND THAT IS HOW EVERYBODY IN THE SERVICE INDUSTRY SHOULD BE.
God,
you guys really suck at this.
Sheesh, I seriously should take over all your lousy jobs, because there is just too many people giving bad service around here.




ANYWAY,

after the entire 3 days, the graduating Year 3s, gave really touching speeches, because the Open House would be the last major school event they would ever participate in as Ambassadors.

And I cried like a kuku.

:'(



IT'S SO SADDDD really, I'm gonna miss them so dearly, they were so awesome. And I already felt the pang of pain and sadness for my graduation next year, I DON'T WANNA LEAVE AMBASSADORS EVER DAMMIT.


:(





Besides that,
I had a really really nostalgic and heartwarming time with the girls from Crescent.

I MISSED THEM SO, and it's amazing how you meet up with friends you've not seen for 2 years only to find they've suddenly bloomed into such gorgeous people.
And then I realised how flat chested I am, and how I'm lacking an ass, how I resemble a ruler and how they all have boobs except me.


Which I find grossly unfair, because I am a womanly woman! I deserve boobies too! But it's just as well, perhaps this helps me sieve out horny guys who wouldn't love me for me and just my boobies.


They all went curvy and sexy and pretty on me, while my head is still flat, so is my chest and bum, my hair too fine, my face blunt, eyes small, nose button-y.

And psh, I know I don't look that bad, I like to think I have adequate self-esteem, but seriously, I can look so hideous without make-up, contact lenses and thank god braces straightened out my teeth.

Here are some pictures to amuse you.
I'm the one in grey tank and black skinnies. Observe my nonexistent T&A and my skinny twig-like limbs.











I don't know why we camwhore in toilets (only pretty ones btw) but all I know is that it's a girl thing.




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I love how you make me smile.




P/S: The previous post was hilarious hahaha I laughed out loud :D I'm so sorry but I was typing with my eyes closed to Ryan. That was the night of the last day of Open House and I was exhausted. I'm so funny xD

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