like tape to my mouth;

If only I had those machines that help people to breathe.At least then,I'd be able to overcome the aftermath of massive crying.

541 and counting

Ashes in the toilet,ashes in the sink,ashes everywhere.I'd like to blame the 7th month too but it's actually my brother.As soon as the folks not around,he goes all smoke machine.I don't mind,really..except that I CANNOT BLOODY BREATHE PROPERLY AFTER HE DOES THAT.Stupid boy.

I've been online(window) shopping for the past 2hours and I've found nothing to my fancy.I guess it'll never beat actually getting down to the malls and ransacking through every sale.

But I went out with the boy the other day and only managed to come home (sadly),with a brown skinny belt from FEP.Couldn't find shoes that I could fall in love with.Speaking of shoes..

WHAT IS UP WITH PIGSKIN LINING?

Is it a bloody fad that I'm apparently unaware of that has stores that I frequent having shoes made of them?I know I'm being a bloody prick of a pussy but you can't blame me can you.Mum encouraged me to buy Hush Puppies because they no longer do babi skin,but it's just too bad that they hardly have nice shoes.

I need a pair of nice,comfy shoes.
So sue me,for sounding so bratty.

my short vacation to joy land





Kegan's taste of music is fab.
And kids never fail to amaze me.


PS/ I need to go for some ear-candling soon.

this will go on forever

"So is he your best friend or your matair?"

Exactly what difference would it make,mother.You're going to categorise both under the same space (in that head of yours) anyway.So it wouldn't matter to what my answer would be because you've already gave the answer to your own question.

I love you.

But I do hate how there isn't the word "platonic" in your dictionary.Yes I know what the Al-Quran says,but sometimes I am just JUST friends with these boys and am not in a relationship with them.You don't have to worry for these boys because in their eyes,I have an imaginary dick as well.

I won't be suprise if you're reading this very sentence I'm typing,since it won't be your first.LJ anyone?Sucks when you share the computer with your parents.

Now since you've seen "sensual" pictures of me (that picture where my face was against Raz's cheek and was hardly an affectionate kiss; that's what she calls 'em),I have to now send them all to Photobucket just so I can still feel as if I still have my little sense of privacy.

Someone say something to make me feel better.Ugh.
Oh time to clear History.

H for holidays

LOCATION : xxxxxx
DATE : 3, 4 and 5 September 2007
WHAT TO BRING : yourself and whatever you need to bring to change into and whatever else lah you want!

BBQ will be on the 4th so its best if all of you could be present for it!so dont give stupid reasons like cannot attend due to money matters because everything is free. -____-"

3rd Sept 07

MEETING TIME : 12PM
PLACE : xxxxx
p/s: please bring your own money because food will be on individual for this day.

so we got all the arrangements confirmed except for the entertainment part which is up to you guys but report to entertainment IC, CHANNURULNISA. haha =p food list is attached, if anything is missing from the list or you want to add anything, inform MJ. =D

-

Then they thrash that brain-hackling of a chore to me.Nonetheless I sayang them all very much and cannot wait for September to come.As quoted by the Makcik,"excited la sialll".
(Kudos to MJ and Ina; Special thanks to Jon's mum and Fie)

Have have HAVE TO fully utilise this holiday,since half would be consumed by the fasting month (not that it's a bad thing seeing how I have been quite a bad girl,in need of quite an amount of soul-cleansing.)

BUT it's the first day and I'm still stucked home,having next to nothing in stomach.Shaz did call though,asking me out for coffee along with Kegan.But in no way am I going to play lampost (I'm predicting that she's gonna have her hands around my neck for this).

The boy's probably out with his friends,finally celebrating the last day of exams.Calling him would only label me as that prick of a gf who's constantly breathing down his neck (don't bluff,I know some of you would think so),not that he minds and no one's going to be home because they're out with their friends.

I no friends ah?Bummer.
I think I'll call MacDelivery.

G LA

PPE was..manageable.After that,Me and MJ then somehow managed to cramp a teenyweeny itcybitcy yellowdot of biochem for the next 3hours or so.There goes my hopes of having to reach 3.0 GPA.

So many chapters to cover,but I'm..lazy.
Awfully lazy.

sour puss

Why are the words on my screen all in-your-face?As if someone's magnified them by a 100.

Yes love,I'm home early today.In fact I was already home by 5pm because the boy needed rest and I figured I should to,except I didn't because there was the 360^o surround-sound of construction.

Contemplated on going to ecp but thought better of it,for fear of breakdown and crying from the soothing sound of the waves crashing and going.And also because I really don't want to spend any more money than I already have.Wanted to go down for delicious and cheap (but $2 is hardly cheap when you're broke) nasi lemak,but nvm.Say hello maggi..

Plus,daddy just went out for idunnowhat and won't be home till late.So just me and the house now.

Sucks when you're broke.
How awful *cursecurseswearswear*

sucha nice wake up call

Caffeine is suchsuchsuch a blessing because it has helped me endure about 3hours of studying the bloody ppe which consisted about everything in the world like fungi and pyruvates eh no that's from biochem but it had bacteria and koch postulate gram staining koh test abiotic factors and some other stuff that no one else should give a flying hoots and need not know except us hlm students and ya.

(i need to sleep now because ive to wake up and spare about 5winks to wake J up and then really wake up early to meet him after his paper to go jam my brain yet again also because i suddenly think that sp is quite a conducive place to study with all the study rooms and benches and fantastic air circulation<-i dunno where this came from)

I felt like writing like that.

Shall go continue reading how Holly goes about life without Gerry.

Ah,I likeloveadore caffeine.

go shove your thrash up your ass

How the whole shit about insects and fungi and shit and other yadas are ever going to get inside my brain is a question on its own.I fear for the non-existance of brain cells for Biochem,after I'm done with PPE on Wed.

Mum's back.YAY.
(I really am glad.Really la.)

But fuck.
They're back screaming inches away from me,at me.Warna 94.2FM is blasting loudly in the kitchen,which means now I have to lock in my fucking room to study and try try try awfully hard at being deaf to all that jiwang.

It's going to be a long night and this is so full of rage.
That's why no one bothers tagging.
I don't blame you.

HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY HOSS!


Goofy picture I know.
That's why it's up :)

wait for me by the bay

Thank God it rained.

Weather was perfect enough to have rocked me to the land of princesses and ponies.The other perfect thing was having to hear Mama's voice,then wishing she was around for me to cradle to.

Fuck the bloody hormones la.I've been crying mad for the past few days and it's annoying the shit out of me.My dear boy,I wonder how you do it and am still quite suprised that you've not yet left me.He must think he's got some psycho gf (not that he'll be the first the think so).GAH.

Can somebody please turn back time already?I want to watch vroom-vrooms,while I sit excited in my pram.And there'll be this old man pushing me.He's laughing from babbling some nonsense,which I could hardly make out.Ah vell.

And I'm on a diet now.
One word.Broke.

kill you words

mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
lol
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
str8 and compound..
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
u know wad ben said?
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
he said..so easy!!
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
unless u say the compound is GAY

I've just got this to say to you Ben: -__-"



One another post-it..
With every turn of Cecilia Arhen's "PS I love you",I'd wet the earth with one more drop of tear.Yes,she's one heck of a bloody good author who twists every nerve that send your brain into an emo fit.But no,it's not just because of that alone.

Curse these bloody female hormones.They'd soon be the death of me I tell you,what with all the crying for the most minute of issues (and fiction,blooody fiction ya know).Oh and all the mugging which I can't seem to digest.

WHAT IS GOING ON.

rehab

Today,I've lost count of the many trips to the loo.
And I pray that it's just all the espresso and green tea earlier.
(not anything else)

I feel absolutely out of my soul now.
Why why why.

Ohhh my tummy's grumpy now.
SHITTTTTTTT.

private emotion

I wish for times for you to open up to me,like how I do with you.Just so you know that I care for you,that I'm here for you.To show you that I'm not selfish or self-centered of any sort.

You listen to every word I say.

No matter how crazy,no matter how irrelevant,no matter how stupid they seem (now that I think of it).How you look at me with comforting eyes and how you listen with such patience.And I'll probably never understand why..or maybe I just choose not to.Heh.

And this is for you,manjeY
(I feel extra pretty today.Inside out.)


EDIT/ Mummy's going to Melbourne..with her friend and without me.Eyer.

our royal highness

When I passed by her Highness at Kallang today,there was this slight pang of sadness.Even though she'll be back with a brand new look,it just somehow..would never be the same again.Good memories,what good memories.

sidetrack: The aunties and uncles doing the performance of tai qi,silat and whatnot look awfully cute doing them.hahaha.

TV: (Shows video clip of the kampong days)
Mum: Eh mama las time like that..Adik look!Heh.
Dad: Ah ma last time work like that..you see you see.
Abang: Every year they show same thing,every year you all excited.
(of which my brother and I started laughing)


Boy am I glad to be home.
The week's been kinda tough.

HAPPY NATIONAL DAY all.

just one more lie


Be it right or wrong,
I'll still love you.

pinkie promise

Me: (something something) punani!
Jon: That's a name right? (with such innocence in eyes)
Me,MJ,Ina: ROFL

Joke of yesterday.

Yesterday was sucha joy..despite the fact that we were in school for HLM day (don't ask don't ask),for a mere hour.Then it was IKEA,which never fails to make mother and me spend money on the littlest of stuff.Like how important can a soap dish really be?

Scout for a replacement for my slippers (think: your jamban slippers) of which to no avail,but instead led me into almost touching some pigskin lining crap from Marie Claire at Bata.That itself made me have mild paranoia.-__-"

Hello?!How the fuck would anyone be very much aware that it's pigskin,when your damn sticker is as long as my fingernail.And unless your name's in Guinness World of Record for "Longest kept fingernails",then yes the sticker is that puny.

"I'm a guy,I don't know what it feels like to be used..but I can imagine."

See how well they know.But the night ended on a smiley note.
Even with me tearing and merajuk -ing at some point of time.
(Let's just put it that boys can sometimes be such idiots.)

baby,walk me home

it's the little things that count.

25o788;NP-HLM
[msn] silverbubble_gal@hotmail.com

-
I always wonder what it'd be like..
To be able to sleep amongst the clouds.

like tape to my mouth;

If only I had those machines that help people to breathe.At least then,I'd be able to overcome the aftermath of massive crying.

541 and counting

Ashes in the toilet,ashes in the sink,ashes everywhere.I'd like to blame the 7th month too but it's actually my brother.As soon as the folks not around,he goes all smoke machine.I don't mind,really..except that I CANNOT BLOODY BREATHE PROPERLY AFTER HE DOES THAT.Stupid boy.

I've been online(window) shopping for the past 2hours and I've found nothing to my fancy.I guess it'll never beat actually getting down to the malls and ransacking through every sale.

But I went out with the boy the other day and only managed to come home (sadly),with a brown skinny belt from FEP.Couldn't find shoes that I could fall in love with.Speaking of shoes..

WHAT IS UP WITH PIGSKIN LINING?

Is it a bloody fad that I'm apparently unaware of that has stores that I frequent having shoes made of them?I know I'm being a bloody prick of a pussy but you can't blame me can you.Mum encouraged me to buy Hush Puppies because they no longer do babi skin,but it's just too bad that they hardly have nice shoes.

I need a pair of nice,comfy shoes.
So sue me,for sounding so bratty.

my short vacation to joy land





Kegan's taste of music is fab.
And kids never fail to amaze me.


PS/ I need to go for some ear-candling soon.

this will go on forever

"So is he your best friend or your matair?"

Exactly what difference would it make,mother.You're going to categorise both under the same space (in that head of yours) anyway.So it wouldn't matter to what my answer would be because you've already gave the answer to your own question.

I love you.

But I do hate how there isn't the word "platonic" in your dictionary.Yes I know what the Al-Quran says,but sometimes I am just JUST friends with these boys and am not in a relationship with them.You don't have to worry for these boys because in their eyes,I have an imaginary dick as well.

I won't be suprise if you're reading this very sentence I'm typing,since it won't be your first.LJ anyone?Sucks when you share the computer with your parents.

Now since you've seen "sensual" pictures of me (that picture where my face was against Raz's cheek and was hardly an affectionate kiss; that's what she calls 'em),I have to now send them all to Photobucket just so I can still feel as if I still have my little sense of privacy.

Someone say something to make me feel better.Ugh.
Oh time to clear History.

H for holidays

LOCATION : xxxxxx
DATE : 3, 4 and 5 September 2007
WHAT TO BRING : yourself and whatever you need to bring to change into and whatever else lah you want!

BBQ will be on the 4th so its best if all of you could be present for it!so dont give stupid reasons like cannot attend due to money matters because everything is free. -____-"

3rd Sept 07

MEETING TIME : 12PM
PLACE : xxxxx
p/s: please bring your own money because food will be on individual for this day.

so we got all the arrangements confirmed except for the entertainment part which is up to you guys but report to entertainment IC, CHANNURULNISA. haha =p food list is attached, if anything is missing from the list or you want to add anything, inform MJ. =D

-

Then they thrash that brain-hackling of a chore to me.Nonetheless I sayang them all very much and cannot wait for September to come.As quoted by the Makcik,"excited la sialll".
(Kudos to MJ and Ina; Special thanks to Jon's mum and Fie)

Have have HAVE TO fully utilise this holiday,since half would be consumed by the fasting month (not that it's a bad thing seeing how I have been quite a bad girl,in need of quite an amount of soul-cleansing.)

BUT it's the first day and I'm still stucked home,having next to nothing in stomach.Shaz did call though,asking me out for coffee along with Kegan.But in no way am I going to play lampost (I'm predicting that she's gonna have her hands around my neck for this).

The boy's probably out with his friends,finally celebrating the last day of exams.Calling him would only label me as that prick of a gf who's constantly breathing down his neck (don't bluff,I know some of you would think so),not that he minds and no one's going to be home because they're out with their friends.

I no friends ah?Bummer.
I think I'll call MacDelivery.

G LA

PPE was..manageable.After that,Me and MJ then somehow managed to cramp a teenyweeny itcybitcy yellowdot of biochem for the next 3hours or so.There goes my hopes of having to reach 3.0 GPA.

So many chapters to cover,but I'm..lazy.
Awfully lazy.

sour puss

Why are the words on my screen all in-your-face?As if someone's magnified them by a 100.

Yes love,I'm home early today.In fact I was already home by 5pm because the boy needed rest and I figured I should to,except I didn't because there was the 360^o surround-sound of construction.

Contemplated on going to ecp but thought better of it,for fear of breakdown and crying from the soothing sound of the waves crashing and going.And also because I really don't want to spend any more money than I already have.Wanted to go down for delicious and cheap (but $2 is hardly cheap when you're broke) nasi lemak,but nvm.Say hello maggi..

Plus,daddy just went out for idunnowhat and won't be home till late.So just me and the house now.

Sucks when you're broke.
How awful *cursecurseswearswear*

sucha nice wake up call

Caffeine is suchsuchsuch a blessing because it has helped me endure about 3hours of studying the bloody ppe which consisted about everything in the world like fungi and pyruvates eh no that's from biochem but it had bacteria and koch postulate gram staining koh test abiotic factors and some other stuff that no one else should give a flying hoots and need not know except us hlm students and ya.

(i need to sleep now because ive to wake up and spare about 5winks to wake J up and then really wake up early to meet him after his paper to go jam my brain yet again also because i suddenly think that sp is quite a conducive place to study with all the study rooms and benches and fantastic air circulation<-i dunno where this came from)

I felt like writing like that.

Shall go continue reading how Holly goes about life without Gerry.

Ah,I likeloveadore caffeine.

go shove your thrash up your ass

How the whole shit about insects and fungi and shit and other yadas are ever going to get inside my brain is a question on its own.I fear for the non-existance of brain cells for Biochem,after I'm done with PPE on Wed.

Mum's back.YAY.
(I really am glad.Really la.)

But fuck.
They're back screaming inches away from me,at me.Warna 94.2FM is blasting loudly in the kitchen,which means now I have to lock in my fucking room to study and try try try awfully hard at being deaf to all that jiwang.

It's going to be a long night and this is so full of rage.
That's why no one bothers tagging.
I don't blame you.

HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY HOSS!


Goofy picture I know.
That's why it's up :)

wait for me by the bay

Thank God it rained.

Weather was perfect enough to have rocked me to the land of princesses and ponies.The other perfect thing was having to hear Mama's voice,then wishing she was around for me to cradle to.

Fuck the bloody hormones la.I've been crying mad for the past few days and it's annoying the shit out of me.My dear boy,I wonder how you do it and am still quite suprised that you've not yet left me.He must think he's got some psycho gf (not that he'll be the first the think so).GAH.

Can somebody please turn back time already?I want to watch vroom-vrooms,while I sit excited in my pram.And there'll be this old man pushing me.He's laughing from babbling some nonsense,which I could hardly make out.Ah vell.

And I'm on a diet now.
One word.Broke.

kill you words

mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
lol
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
str8 and compound..
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
u know wad ben said?
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
he said..so easy!!
mĵ♂™ the emo-king! [okay,i prefer paraquat. SPRAY ME!!] says:
unless u say the compound is GAY

I've just got this to say to you Ben: -__-"



One another post-it..
With every turn of Cecilia Arhen's "PS I love you",I'd wet the earth with one more drop of tear.Yes,she's one heck of a bloody good author who twists every nerve that send your brain into an emo fit.But no,it's not just because of that alone.

Curse these bloody female hormones.They'd soon be the death of me I tell you,what with all the crying for the most minute of issues (and fiction,blooody fiction ya know).Oh and all the mugging which I can't seem to digest.

WHAT IS GOING ON.

rehab

Today,I've lost count of the many trips to the loo.
And I pray that it's just all the espresso and green tea earlier.
(not anything else)

I feel absolutely out of my soul now.
Why why why.

Ohhh my tummy's grumpy now.
SHITTTTTTTT.

private emotion

I wish for times for you to open up to me,like how I do with you.Just so you know that I care for you,that I'm here for you.To show you that I'm not selfish or self-centered of any sort.

You listen to every word I say.

No matter how crazy,no matter how irrelevant,no matter how stupid they seem (now that I think of it).How you look at me with comforting eyes and how you listen with such patience.And I'll probably never understand why..or maybe I just choose not to.Heh.

And this is for you,manjeY
(I feel extra pretty today.Inside out.)


EDIT/ Mummy's going to Melbourne..with her friend and without me.Eyer.

our royal highness

When I passed by her Highness at Kallang today,there was this slight pang of sadness.Even though she'll be back with a brand new look,it just somehow..would never be the same again.Good memories,what good memories.

sidetrack: The aunties and uncles doing the performance of tai qi,silat and whatnot look awfully cute doing them.hahaha.

TV: (Shows video clip of the kampong days)
Mum: Eh mama las time like that..Adik look!Heh.
Dad: Ah ma last time work like that..you see you see.
Abang: Every year they show same thing,every year you all excited.
(of which my brother and I started laughing)


Boy am I glad to be home.
The week's been kinda tough.

HAPPY NATIONAL DAY all.

just one more lie


Be it right or wrong,
I'll still love you.

pinkie promise

Me: (something something) punani!
Jon: That's a name right? (with such innocence in eyes)
Me,MJ,Ina: ROFL

Joke of yesterday.

Yesterday was sucha joy..despite the fact that we were in school for HLM day (don't ask don't ask),for a mere hour.Then it was IKEA,which never fails to make mother and me spend money on the littlest of stuff.Like how important can a soap dish really be?

Scout for a replacement for my slippers (think: your jamban slippers) of which to no avail,but instead led me into almost touching some pigskin lining crap from Marie Claire at Bata.That itself made me have mild paranoia.-__-"

Hello?!How the fuck would anyone be very much aware that it's pigskin,when your damn sticker is as long as my fingernail.And unless your name's in Guinness World of Record for "Longest kept fingernails",then yes the sticker is that puny.

"I'm a guy,I don't know what it feels like to be used..but I can imagine."

See how well they know.But the night ended on a smiley note.
Even with me tearing and merajuk -ing at some point of time.
(Let's just put it that boys can sometimes be such idiots.)

baby,walk me home

it's the little things that count.

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