Cos we're friends like that
Wednesday, April 30, 2008

~fiona! [athens] says:
woman im swithicn off the com

~fiona! [athens] says:
see ya soon

~fiona! [athens] says:
keep you chin up k

~fiona! [athens] says:
know that i love you

~fiona! [athens] says:
and when i love you

~fiona! [athens] says:
4/6 loves you too!

-The reason i love my class!


loved on 12:35 AM

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Random things that happened

1. Acted (duh i'm not a real bimbo!) bimbotic with my classmates had a great time goofing around.

2. Missed darling 4sexy so much.

3. Misses Joanne and yimin, and fiona, and elizabeth and jingyan and dalilah and...the list goes on.

4. Had Soh Min draw Patrick star on my hand during gp lesson.

5. Stoned during econs lecture. Entirely the fault of the sleeping bug, which efficiently wiped out more than half the class.

6. Gossiped with Moomoo the family cow and Zhanyee, my son.

7. Defended my blog from being called a "gossip blog".

8. Talked to this jap girl, Ayumi today.

9. Sang a happy birthday song a tad too loud. LOL

10. Had a great time talking about anything and everything.

11. Sat around counting my lucky stars and doing econs hw.

It's a grand night for singing!

The moon is flying high...

And somewhere a bird who is bound he'll be heard,

is throwing his heart at the sky...

See? Colors are very important.


loved on 10:33 PM

Monday, April 28, 2008

Its so interesting how everything gets so surreal at night. Especially when walking home. There are so many people around, but somehow, everything seems muted and toned down.

People just slip past in blurs of brown and grey. Everywhere, you see things in shades of orangy-brwn, grey, black and cream white. Nothing is their correct color. Nothing has a distinct color.

Even the sky seems to be dark blue.

Okay maybe its just me. Maybe i'm just a little too tired.


loved on 11:39 PM

Sunday, April 27, 2008

i think i actually look older than gerald...

alfresco dining. i was leaning out of the window to eat my cup noodles!


wearing ryan's too-big-for-me jacket

Its so cool how i always manage to look right into the camera the last second someone takes a candid. Ask, chris, yaoxin, charmaine. :D

yea blame my maternal instincts

You know what people always do. Put the nice photos of themselves. LOL. Well, i just posted some unglam photos of myself! -cheers-

But i scaled some down. I mean, really, they're unglam photos! They can never be too small.

Just to show my darling classmates how "Glam Woman" might not be so glam after all...



loved on 11:09 PM

Friday, April 25, 2008


loved on 10:54 PM


loved on 10:50 PM

So i'm sitting here right now, and i can hear little kids playing, and the loud, "Open numbers!".

I don't know, but it seems so long ago and a far off memory of when I was young and used to play like that too. It feels like I'm watching my own life as a third party. Through someone else's eyes.

The feeling? Detached, and with just a tinge of wistfulness.

I know how we always say life is short and how it just zooms past us when we're busy and so caught up in doing what we have to do. But when i think back on life so far, i really wonder what I've been doing.

Not that it's full and rubbish and totally unproductive, in fact, it might be the other way round. But productive in what sense? Which aspect of life is worth the input? Emotional? Social? Mental?

To what extent is it considered satisfactory? What gauges how accomplished one is? Tangible, accountable successes? Spiritual, mental maturity? Or plainly just level of happiness one experiences throughout one's life?

Then what is considered being happy? We're all different and so won't our standards about happiness be different? Then how can we say we are truly happy? Or, in other cases, not happy?

Since we are the ones who determine our own level of self-development, life satisfaction and sanity, shouldn't we be allowed to choose exactly what we want to do?

Where do parents come in then? Since they know almost all the procedures of life (don't they?) they can almost be trusted to make the best decisions for us, in all our best interests? What then, is the best? And to whom, is it the best? Whose interest is this in? Ours? Or theirs?

But we might not make sound decisions for ourselves now; we're basically still learning, so we're still dependant on our parents.

But after life as a teenager, then what? Do we go on to pursue what we truly want?

How many people actually do that?

How many poeple have the courage and determination to do that?


loved on 9:59 PM

Monday, April 21, 2008

I remember that time when me and Xiaolin were having this math consultation with Mr Tony Lee.

Then we were talking about cca overseas trip and when the computer club might be going for one. Xiaolin said, "i don't think I'll go la, look at yokecheng..."

And Mr Lee said, yea maybe i shouldn't have gone, now my math is like cmi.

I immediately flipped to this page in our handbook, with this quote ( yes i read the quotes, darling, what else does one do in lectures? jk!)

"For everything you miss you gain something else, for everything you gain you lose something else."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Then he was like chucking to himself. Hoho

It's all worth it. I so do not regret going.


loved on 10:42 PM

Sunday, April 20, 2008

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say no in any of them.

-Dorothy Parker


loved on 8:55 PM

Saturday, April 19, 2008


loved on 10:08 PM

1. PI - Preposterous Ideas
2. WR - Written Rubbish
3. EOM - Evaluating Obscure Materials
4. IR - Insane Rambling
5. OP - Overly Painful
6. PW - Pointless Work

-by some fellow from Njc


loved on 7:34 PM

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Her one motto she always stuck with was "Never let them see you cry."

Why do sinners' ways prosper? And why must
Disappointment all i endeavor end?

Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum:
verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via imporium prosperatur?
-Old Testament translated

How different are your ways from mine. Entirely from the spheres of this world i regard. Your ways are not mine. And for this I hasten to distinct myself, for if I allow myself to sink into the gentle mists of depression I would thus lose myself and never come back. Pray, kindly move on. It is not in my nature to be straight-foward, thus, blunt in my speech unless forced by some power known only to Man to convey my deepest and innermost regrets. Leave, for I hereby renounce you for ever and ever.

Who said they said he said all that they said he said?


loved on 8:11 PM

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Love is the name given to sorrow to console those who suffer. We suffer because we either desire what we have not or possess what we no longer desire.

Hope is just agony postponed.

-The Palace of Tears by Alev L. Croutier

Was I to follow entirely my own Inclinations it would be to travel, my first and chiefest wish. If i had a Compannion, it should be one that I very much lovd, and that very much lovd me, one that thought that it was not below a man of sense to take satisfaction in the conversation of a reasonable woman, one who did not think tenderness a disgrace to his understanding.

from Lady Montagu's journal


loved on 7:16 PM

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

You know you see those funny and apparently emo posts??

Like the poem down there. Its something we have to analyse in lit class. We were discussing a poem today in class and i started to comment on these lines, "All this is ended." and "A width, a shining peace, under the night."

And we interpreted it as this guy dying, or at least leaving himself or anything worldly behind blah blah and Mark was like, "Er, that's kinda morbid ya know."

Lol then me and zhanyee said, what poem isn't morbid la. All the talk about death and the beauty of it. Or cursing people/government/yourself.

Well, poets are emotional and seemingly full of pent up frustrations and angst.

But i'm glad i take lit. I think. Me and renzhi still gotta finish a lit assignment tonight cos we missed so many lessons while away in italy!

Lol our lit journal is so empty. Okay, correction. It is empty.

A few phrases from our literature package for amusement and a few seconds of frivolity away from schoolwork.

"My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."

- Stop All The Clocks by W.H.Auden

"So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall."

-Scaffolding by Seamus Heaney

"Crying a violin in a grave
All the dead singing in the river"

-In the Dark Violin of the Valley by Ted Hughes

Alright i need to do my lit now.

Ciao lovely uomos and donnas!


loved on 7:36 PM

An emotional cold that will not melt the hardest of hearts.


loved on 7:30 PM

Saturday, April 5, 2008

We should all cheer up now.
Lovely friends rock.
Was talking to leon too and he cheered me up a lot.
Was so super depressed last few days. I started talking to my classmates a bit more on friday. Then i told them i was super sad the last few days and that i was sorry i didnt talk much to them.
They were like, 'What? Omg so sorry we din realise. So you must talk like erhem(a lot) more la, normally.'
My testimonial says that i 'Interact well with people and am quite sociable'
Equals 'Talk a lot in class, basically with anybody and everybody.'
I love my class, by the way. They are super helpful and tried to cheer me up and understand the stuff i don't know.
Life is picking up.
I hope.


loved on 4:14 PM

When you see millions of the mouthless dead

When you see millions of the mouthless dead

Across your dreams in pale battalions go,

Say not soft things as other men have said,

That you'll remember. For you need not so.

Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know

It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?

Nor tears.Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.

Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.

Say only this, 'They are dead.' Then add thereto,

'Yet many a better one has died before.'

Then scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you

Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,

It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.

Great death has made his for evermore.


loved on 3:30 PM

Thursday, April 3, 2008

and every night her pillow gets a little more damp.


loved on 10:59 PM