Of little highly symbolic words

I am miserably paid and miserable at work. Oxford (and the other dictionaries) should change the meaning of interns to lowly paid overqualified cheap labour that does everything from shreddin paper to becoming a warehouse assistant.

Bringing my and plushes to work to make me feel better and bring some in my life. Although actually makes me happy too. ;)

I love my bear.

Bugger.

It's bloody PMS (literally) time!

And I'm fucking having cramps. I am irritable, in pain and horny. So I deserve the right to curse and swear.

NABEI!

*breathes*

So if I roar/snap/bite at you for anything, please forgive me. And try to be nice too. Even if I say I'd stick my finger into your arsehole. 3 days will pass before you know it.

and i don't care if i sound like a stupid bimbo/ bitch but i want that lacey mango camisole in black which ai ai and rose rose's sista haf

And BTW, do you know I am only going to earn a ding dong amount of $27 a day for the next 3 months of work? Dope!

"All the world's a stage and the men and women on it merely players."

Life's a stage. With my onion peels and smiley masquerade specially. But there had been some parts which were never part of it.
And when (one of the few left) part of your life which has never been "staged" becomes one, you kinda feel sad about it. Even though you're more or less used to it.

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.

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Happy Birthday Papa!

And yup, I had a good time yesterday people. *muaks*

EXAMS' OVER!!!!!!!

Tommorrow and tommorrow and tommorrow!
(Actually it's only 10 more hours to happiness for months to come)

Not as though it signifies much really, afterall we have already been out shopping today! 2 pretty shirts for me, a bag a shirt for she, a bag a shirt a skirt for 2nd she.

Retail therapy. I like. :) Of course, I love my darlings too. If they weren't there... it wouldn't be so fun.

After some staring at the mirror and looking at old pictures, I realised it's been a while since I grew my hair. So I have hastily decided that...

I will try to grow my hair! If I want to go to the salon, please go along with me to prevent me from telling the auntie that I want hair that can stand.

Sixtoomany members,

What do you say about opening my Absolut Vodka, Baileys, JD & Malibu and drink ourselves silly post exams?

At the "chalet" maybe. But we have to promise not to ruin my new sofa.

Karaoke session on Monday.

Please RSVP.

Compulsory attendance: Honky tong (go lah!)

P.S. the no. of mozzie bites i got from the last 3 days have to be record breaking. i think it hit more than 20. fuck you lah mozzies. just recieved 3 new fresh ones.

mood: swollen and itchy.

Featuring effy chong.

Me llamo Hui Hui. Me apellido Chong. Soy singapurena. Soy estudiante. Hablo tres lenguas: ingles y chino, y un poco de espanol. Tengo veintiun anos. Soy de mediana estatura y un poco gordo. Tengo el pelo morena, corto y liso. Tengo los ojos negros. Soy alegre, optimista, tonta y vaga.
Me gusta mucho nadir y ir de compras y escucha musica. Por la noche yo escucha musica. Los domingos voy nadir.
No me gusta ir al futbol.
Me levanto a las 9:00 de la manana, me ducho, y desayuno un café con leche y una tostada. A las 9:45 sale de casa, y coge el autobus a las 10:00. Su clase comienza a las 11:00. Come en la cafeteria con sus companeros a las 14:00. Regreso a su casa a las 18:00. Estudia toda la tarde y cena a las 23:00.
Tengo un Padre, un Madre, un hermano y un hermana. Mi Padre es medico, mi madre es periodista. Mi hermano y hermano son estudian.
Estos son mis amigos. Rose estudia arquitectura. Es baja y morena. Rose muy guapa. Tiene el pelo muy largo y liso. Mark es el novio de Rose. Estudia derecho. Es Moreno y alto. Tiene el pelo rizado y los ojos negros.
Mi casa al este de la Singapur. Mi domitorio es grande y moderna, y en la calle Serangoon. Es interior. Vivo en el numero ocho, en ella quinto piso, codigo postal 12345.

First to get the translation right wins a kiss from me! And I mean exactly its meaning, you can try the kok translator but it may be a lil' off. So try if you wish!

ITS OVER OVER OVER!!
actually only one down, but i machiam machiam make so much noise.

And I need to do something about my eye bags

I wanna eat world's best tiramisu again and again and again! Just that thought makes me feel orgasmic. :X

Read about it here!! (although it is not of entire relevance)

And I want to go and paaaaaaarrttty too.

To pearl of orient with love:

Ping, I'm so green (+ pink + blue + yellow) with envy. I promise to scrimp and save and eat lousy food throughout my internship so as to join you at Lan Kwai Fong & Wan Chai. I'd bring my polka dots tube along. Just wait for me.

I'm in love..

why you so expensive!

Exam in 28 hours, and I'm online. And I can't even give a reason why I'm online. As always.

After the jog (and more) this evening before dinner, I feel achy. Did I mention that my legs jellified halfway through?

And I dunno why I'm reporting this now and not looking at my notes.

effy declares herself a true blue passive smoker. when i met so-and-so just now, the feeling was weird. as we were walking along the road after makan, there wasn't any light ups, and at that moment - ladies and gentlemen, that moment was deafening.

i felt empty. something felt wrong. i guess it's not because i love the ciggies, but i love my puff daddy and mummys, and missed them ardently just.

P.S. my ps2 went home.
P.P.S. I feel like cutting my fringe till I look like a cukoo

It's almost 7am. I'm awake. I'm online. I'm distracted. I'm almost not tired. I know not why. I tried to study. I manage to a little. I keep thinking of things. I'm distracted.

Anyway, here's something I wrote ages back. in 2001 or 2002.

"Well, for those who know me, they will know me for having actions strongly governed by impulse, being unable to endure restrictions on my freedom. rights i call them. outspoken and at times argumentative, sarcastic, and indiscrete. well i do know my faults, though I dun really consider them as faults, but rights i call them. on the surface, i am a bubbly, outgoing, cheeky and loud, almost without a sense of shame or embarassment. that i am. yet I am private. no, I do not seek isolation, i enjoy the company of people: my friends, my family, my loved ones etc, yet when it comes to my innermost thoughts and feelings, i hardly allow any to enter. only a special few whom had touched my heart are allowed into my inner world. even so, not everyone understands the real me. because in fact, not one, not even myself, knows.

i love to day dream, talk to myself, dream of the future. recently, i keep thinking about what comes after death. its so frightening. but hey let's avoid speaking about the inevitable. sheesh.

i dream of the future, i dream of myself being a grandma, with my grandchildren running around, with my husband, still loving as ever, hand in hand, taking care of them as our children are busy with their career. i dream of a wonderful family. guess afterall, i'm just a little woman, and family life somehow comes into the picture more than being a successful entrpreneur or anything. not that i don't want to be successful too. but well, nothing beats being a tai tai. rich tai tai. :D"

Exam?

What thing?

But the pain.. it stays.......

For happy:

She smiles and smiles
It's apparently her style
So even when the smile is fake
She keeps that smile for all of friends' sake
Smiles and looks tho' she's okay
Smiles and smiles till the end of the day

Back on her own in quiet solitude
She took off all the being cute
On her bed under cracks and dents
Where she could get away from all torment
A place she knew she could no longer grin
A place to finally express her feelings from within

Although tears are piling
It can't stop down-rolling
But she can't stop smiling
For Smiley girl knows
When she does smile
It makes one's day and that's worthwhile