A note to GOD

Dear god,

pls let the afternoon sun b merciful and only shine brightly when i'm in air conditioned places. Please dont rain too heavily cuz i dont wan agnes b to work too hard. please let the hot guys come to whichever shop i visit or time to past real quickly if they are all too busy.
AND!! In the name of LOVE,GOD PLEASE! hypnotise my new boss into believing that a 3days; 36hrs, work week for us office people is the best answer for efficiency.

Love!!
me

Final Assignment

So much about turning back my screwed up bio-clock. Was so happy when i could fall asleep earlier yesterd(after forcing myself to sleep for jus 3hrs the night before, and making myself hang out till late)

look at the bloody time now, cb..but luckily, i'm done w pecky's work! finally! :D YAYyyyyyyyyyyy..

I will miss my late nights, after this week.

www.cheesypickuplines.com

*note: Attached pick up lines were contributed by the stupid boys we've met.
Please do use them when u feel like getting spatslappedkicked at.(no i dont have spacing error, all 3 will be done together)
*roll eyes to heaven!

.roses are red, violets are blue,
nothing is better, than looking at you.

.we're not strangers,
just friends that havent met.

.your dad must be a thief,
cuz he stole the angel from heaven.

.hi, can you buy me a drink? i bet you must be sick of others buying/offering you drinks, so i wanted to be different. btw, i sell yatches, come out to the sea sometime with us!

to be continued..

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* PoLLy JaCoBs
* Posted 05/23/2008 5:34 pm
* Seriously! thats an ESSAY abt us!
an essay which i truly heart!!
We've been thru so much together, (since we were flat chest-ed, thru puberty, till now)
The days where, yes! I was all mesmerized by B And you, drooling over his bestie D. Wouldn’t it be a perfect picture if we were to date them together? LOL.. that’s then! Of cuz!

Love, you’re supposed to thank me for letting you in, to the world of fornication and enlightening you about babies? (They Crawl out from the asshole of the mummy!) Who the hell would b as smart as I, knew all the intricate details at the tender age of 11!!

to think of it, we were already whiney and bitchy, in the demurest way, since we were in Pri sch. The fugly actions that we had, never left us, and have grown disgustingly with us! *hits fist in the air, while laughing out obnoxiously, dragging our obese body, nonchalant to our surroundings.

* PoLLy JaCoBs
* Posted 05/23/2008 5:36 pm
* *rubs face and continues..
Yes! my 'blossom' fren! we cant be each other's bridesmaid anymore, cuz we are practically MARRIED TO EACH OTHER, MRS. ONG!

Its never the same for others to do wat we did and thy ought to be judged by us! I don’t care! ITS REALLI DIFFERENT LOR!

Being miserable seems like an addiction to us now! Believe me, its a form of art!
Being able to whine and laugh at our pathetic selves. The feeling of content we get from misery. Who else could understand?
My ‘blossom’ friend, C.S lurve, Perfume abusers, (plus the endless pet names we have given each other!)Even after living apart from months to years, we’re still interlinked! The mutual understanding that we have, the same sentiments which we share, no matter how far apart we might be in future, love, you’re my addiction for live!

Quick! Which skill in fornication have you mastered??? Your turn to enlighten me!

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* Ginny
* Posted 05/23/2008 1:19 pm
* When we were 11, we promised we would be BLOSSOM friends forever.

We promised that you'll be my bridesmaid, and I'll be yours.

We had the same autograph book, and the stupid same green teddy bear wallet, and some pencilcase.

We were one hell of a bitch already, making fun of disgusting teachers by wiping our faces with hands.

We often ate 3 mcmuffins for breakfast each within an hour accompanied by 4 hasbrowns and an iced milo.

We talked about sex and pornography at a tender age of 11 and you made me swore to secrecy and that i'll still be your BLOSSOM friend after you told me that babies crawl out from the asshole.

We hung around at void decks after school and we often whine about er...everything under the sun.

We dreamt of marriage and love and you claimed that you'll love Benjamin Li forever and you just know he's the right one for you.

You knew he felt that chemistry too when both of you had that eye contact for 3 seconds and your legs turned to jelly.

* Ginny
* Posted 05/23/2008 1:33 pm
* We are 24 now and we're still BLOSSOM(fuck the blossom, it's bosom) friends with much more added names.

You can't be my bridesmaid, I can't be yours. BECAUSE IT'S NOT THE IN THING ANYMORE.

Uh...the only thing we have the same now is the blue beaded bracelet you got for me. A tiffany's bracelet 5 years later ok! You get ah...

We're continue to be this bitch, forever being critical about others, judging everyone around us but never to one another. It's always: "I can don't judge you but not them cos...IT'S DIFFERENT LOH!" We also often pretend to have down syndrome.

We have became self conscious, and only eat that much at home. We're afraid people will be disappointed and think we are not hot due to the amount of food we consume in public.

We hang out at brekos with mozzarella toasts now.

You had the right one then, I didn't. You have the right one now, CB I STILL DON'T!

I look fucking disgusting with you with fists constantly pumping in the air but I STILL LOVE YOU!

* Ginny
* Posted 05/23/2008 1:37 pm
* And instead of being disgusted at pornography and sex now, and you, making me swear to secrecy and that i'll still be your BLOSSOM friend after you reveal babies crawl out from the asshole, WE TALK ABOUT THE PLEASURES OF FORNICATION NOW.

HAHA!

The Art of Being Miserable

Believe me, its a form of art!
Being able to whine and laugh at our pathetic self. The feeling of content we get from misery. How ironic it is! when u finally manages to navigate your way out, u decide to make a U turn. WTH!
Fuck.. we need something random like before.
"take his pants and run!!" or "skinny dip!" eventually we came out with our theme for the night 'To Make others happy' Cant you already see our Wings and Halos!*DINGGgg* ~OOOOohhhhh~**crescendos - decrescendos**

Was chillin @ ah mei Kaya Toast(which serves disgusting toast btw) and no matter how hard i want to hold my pee, i always had to go! their disgusting squat toilet. ARGHHH.. and this time round, i had a pleasant surprise!
some prata forgot to latch his door. HOW EMBARRASSING! FOR ME!!!!!! cb! trying to suppress my laughter and hold my blush while walking back to C.S Lurve.

Then, we walked up to where the mash and the prata was seated and i said : "my turn to pee now, pls dont open my door" *Smiles..
C.S Lurve giggled beside..
HAHHAhaahahHAHA..
and i thanked him afters, while he blabbers.
me "what did he say?"
C.S Lurve "i dunno"
me "Doesnt matter"
*laughs..

Leaves Ah mei. one of the guys seated beside our table call out to us and ran towards(only manage to catch up w us at the car park) And bloody hell, they were eavesdropping while we were there.(Fuck.. i wonder wat else was our convo about!) His fren is a head hunter la, claiming to have only heard the part which we were discussing about jobs. hmm..Right..not for my field thou. Might be of use to C.S Lurve. or he's trying to hit on her eh ;) Well, anyway.

Car rides are always fun! Its almost like window shopping :D
Fed ourselves yummy HK food at er.. Zion Road was it? and had a long talk which continued over @ clarke quay till 6 in the morning.

Got home and gave Jon a ride to sch, walked kiwi @ the park. Cant fucking fall asleep afters so i read till 11am.

Thou C.S Lurve felt apprehensive about her school, and us, being interlinked, i was upset as well. But somehow, it was a great night! chatting about our past, present and future.
Role playin as fortune tellers, mind readers, medium, analyst etc.

"CB.. hot wat!!"
"WHYYYYYYyyyy!"
"i cant comprehend."
"Whennn???"
"howwwww??"
"Just fuck me!"

Seriously, will being good for too long, make you otherwise when opportunity arises?

Busy Saturday Shindig with Steve Aoki and Comfy Flats

All of us were partying, at different places. well yes, i quit clubbing, but dancing, i'll never quit.
It was a busy but fun night! From the start till the end! bumping into everyone and leaving our stuffs everywhere.
It was such a galvanic night that took us days to get over.. partially.

The Professional Chinese-English Translator

我是热的=i'm hot

The growing fatigue is NOT apparent from the execution of my translation. I'm totally professional. 干你娘的!dont believe ask that free online translator!




and 'to invest' sounds wrong.. in a sleazy way.. haha.. ok its me i know.. but it does lar! admit it!


鸟鸟的! i still have a fucking stack to translate. cb china!

and Gen 'Bao Bei'er' is totally into chinese ever since that #2 cheena biang pose she used>> http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=695484&op=1&view=
user&subj=787097994&id=787097994

Inspirations from 'Our Colorful Childhood Memories'

Harold and Kumar 2 Escape from Guantanamo Bay-Day!

Clandestine Relationship

That immense guilt for wanting to be happy. The fear for making the wrong choice. The confusion of the simplest question. What do you really want?
No one could make the decision for you love. I wish i could find a less cliché way to put it.. but really, All i wish is for you to have a peace of mind and happiness no matter what the eventual outcome is.

Where the fuck is that someone? who could just be so fucking obvious.. to be IT! and eliminate all intricate details.

You're still here??

NERINA PALLOT
"Sophia"

5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,
Spilling out across the road and the square,
And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?
Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves, reach you, there?
After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,
Again and again.

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning.
It's a fire, it's a fire, I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,
I can't go without and one of of them is him.

And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town,
Learn the language, form the words when I speak,
But he changed me, I'm his ghost since he came around,
And now I count the hours and the days in the weeks.

Passion and silence,
Every word, every line, a measure,
It's the science of the soul,
And his books, they breathe a reason and now I want to know

You, with your new born eyes,
Have you ever loved a man like I love him?
Do you hurt but still feel alive, like never before?
Oh, Sophia, Sophia.

Diamonds Day

11years and still counting