
the infrared on my comp is screwing up so i can't upload the latest photos.. but i diden take such nice ones anyway. not too many cute guys roaming around, besides, when they do, they walk by doubly fast so they're like, in malaysia before i think to take out my fone. but don't worry, reflexes are conditioned over time. and samit? jangan harap. he's like, dead to me. physically only, of cos. i will always pray for his good health and happiness. ok what am i talking about? i'm not sure. anyway this morning i took a not-bad one of this geylang methodist guy. heh. oh and i cleaned out my locker just now so i took a pic of it. it looks amazing!!! always operate by this locker PLATINUM rule:
make your locker look like what you want your room to look like. i mean, i've always wanted my room to be unmessy but homely and comfy and very ME with pictures all over. of cos, i can't exactly put latte pinups all over right? so the locker is a manifestasi of my ideal room. don't worry. visit me when i'm 21, and you'll get the real deal.
i'm crapping again. sorry. i'm supposed to be doing the malay production proposal. but nevermind. today was acherli cool. apparently sya's fren JUST got his glasses over the hols or smthg. wow. now he is no longer blind. i never knew he was literally blind these past 3/4 years.. now i can forgive him completely. so. you're forgiven, sya's fren! erm. and impostor has a gf!!!!! in his ex-skl! -heartbroken- -not anymore- who cares. adam also has wat.
speaking of whom, i totally tailed [it sounds waaaaaaay better than "stalked"] him to the mrt station. i was eating at mac's and he was already there. then he decided to leave, 80% through my meal. [btw they abolished my spicy CMC! NOW i'm heartbroken. how DARE you, mac's!] so i quickly gobbled down the other 20% and rushed after him. i thot i lost him for a good 10 minutes, until i saw him walking alone at the carpark, holding the new paper, just like beribu2 months ago, the last time i tailed him. wow. it was so cool, i tell you. he is too lawar for words. he IS the cutest guy in the west-district-schools, i promise you. anyway. I HAVE NOT GOBBLED DOWN FOOD since i knew the value of it [circa sec 3?]!!! and it feels so.. urgh. never again. unless adam/impostor/other listees present me with the opportunity, of cos.
oh and yest i took this natural gas for cleaner air 105.. and saw omar!!! and this extremely, and i mean UBER, hot vik. not lying! someone toss the cj yearbook to me! he is so. l.a.w.a.r. anyway itz quite a nice bus, and it hammered in the fact tt mac's is running a potentially successful ad campaign.
hm letz see what else happened. how about.. i failed my bio. i got 30%. i'm not upset. but it did leave a numb feeling. and just now on the way home i talked to filza about it.. and she sed something, i'm not exactly sure wat, that really clinched the decision for me. i just hope it does the same for those-that-matter.
oooh embarrassing incident!!! i was walking with ili to chem and we passed this grp of ppl, including the guy with my op bag. and i was grumbling under my breath to ili about it. and we passed them. then 2-3 metres later, his fren screamed, "hey same bag!" and we all stopped in our tracks [i'm serious] and stared at each other.. and i said something feeble like haha-yah.. and we walked away. i was sooooo embarrassed!!! i dunno why, but i was. itz like ever since i admitted i was "malu" and "takut" and all that [and since i discovered that i DO blush visibly], such malu-takut-blushing incidents are becoming more and more frequent.
OM is so cute, must do a graffiti for him soon. during maths lec, of cos.
okay everyone, this is an open invitation to visit my locker!!!! i'm too proud of it to leave it anonymous forever..
ermm.. wat else.. i kinda forgot.. ok nevermind. will remember and write some other time. nite.
ohyah i'll just cite how stupid i was last night, for general knowledge. i got home. got pissed at my bro for using MY comp. went into my room, punched holes in postcards. slept. woke up at 8.30. slept somemore. phone woke me up at 9. slept somemore. woke up at 5. slept somemore. woke up at 5.05 [yes, it IS possible to sleep for 5 minutes!]. my mom bisinged about how i slept so long already, y cannot wake up? realisation hit. raba�ed in my eye. confirmation: contacts were still in!!! from 6 a.m. to 5.15 a.m. wow. thatz 45 minutes short of a 24 hour cycle. pandai eh? ain, ain.
and all i gained from that eternal eye-damaging sleep was this stupid dream.
i was somehow pulled into this musical at the last minute, cos the regular performers were tied up in something or other. sum of my other frens were in it too ah. it was sum dance item. and a whole mess of people were onstage, like, 20-plus ah. and my dance partner was... OM!!!! and during the dance, he was like, poking at my ass with this long galah-type stick.. he was like grinning lyke siao and we were ALL apparently really happy, riang, whatever. and i'm still not sure if that was a nightmare or just a dream.