tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51185662011-04-22T09:09:57.294+08:00Your Strange Imagination.nessnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-5409335662042010542007-03-14T20:10:00.000+08:002007-03-18T21:01:14.948+08:00i've always wanted to close this down,but it has been for two reasons that i haven't. i'm going away to LJ now (but i'm leaving this for keepsake) because i want to continue writing lest i forget how to think at all. and in all attempt to let go.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1167232326630120642007-01-06T12:57:00.000+08:002007-01-06T14:39:16.803+08:00In Good (New Year's Eve) Company: one ditched me for her boyfriend's friends only to realise where her heart really lies (beams), another (i've decided to call) Julius whose Rooney hair is nicer than mine & Mingf (i do believe i'm his "Simon-Lim-the-Captain-of-Your-Heart). (i do realise i like using brackets a lot. well,i thought i was going to be lonely and friendless - as always - on the last nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1168065489886801542006-12-27T22:27:00.000+08:002007-01-06T14:40:31.900+08:00approximately an hour ago,i was stuck under block 55 with a cute little old man. (i do not keep up with the latest nokia phone models but i'm pretty certain he was using a fairly new one (it's a flip phone with a plastic cover). old people holding up-to-date mobile phones make me feel a little unconfortable. i mean,it sorta feels like technology is robbing them of their tech-less innocence. i nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1165945710161674672006-12-13T01:11:00.000+08:002006-12-13T02:05:03.813+08:00i just had to.Mrs Musgrove had little arrangements of her own at her own table; to their protection she must trust, and sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:'I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1165244595852045172006-12-09T18:39:00.000+08:002006-12-10T22:28:23.633+08:007 random things:01. Deep Heat is my first love (fine,it isn't). but i absolutely love Deep Heat. let me tell you: despite swimming three times last week and twice this week,because of one and a half week's training break,my left calf hurt after thursday's training. though i do have my doubts about it being a muscle ache/strain. i suspect it was the air-conditioning in great world(x but you see nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1163670159733241532006-11-16T16:57:00.000+08:002006-11-16T17:42:39.750+08:00it used to be easy to tell which the glass pieces were and which the reflection was (i sort of had to say that out to get the word placement right). i liked that installation because it was under a desk at which a judge used to sit to do his readings (and what-not) in the old City Hall. i liked the little fear that crept into me when we walked into his dimly lit office to discover her little,nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1161673148169508872006-10-24T13:36:00.000+08:002006-10-25T00:03:53.863+08:00i tried writing a few days ago. before that,a few weeks ago after the promos ended,but i couldn't for the lack of inspiration (inspiration reminds me of mr.Dore the could-be docile old man with a scheming though endearing face. i don't know how scheming and endearing go together,but. one literature tutorial,he was rattling on about inspiration - its root word being 'inspire' actually meaning nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1158149718809544632006-09-13T17:58:00.000+08:002006-09-18T22:41:23.410+08:00sometimes comprehending gets so grievous that i entertain the thought of giving it up and Withdrawing. i wonder how everything became so demanding,if they already were or if i was not smart enough to begin with. i was talking to Apu yesterday. these days,i miss Apu a lot which translates into reminiscence and results in this grim longing for Suwah to be in school too - not because i haven't made nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1155017670758966862006-08-08T13:48:00.000+08:002006-08-08T14:26:26.426+08:00make me a blessingmake me a blessing;out of my life,may Jesus shinemake me a blessing,oh Saviour,i praymake me a blessing to someone today.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1152294823813175562006-07-08T01:11:00.000+08:002006-08-08T13:47:51.770+08:00dearest Seth (Ezekiel Cohen),this is why i like you so much:Where do I see myself in 10 years? That's a good question. Okay. Well,I guess more than anything,you know what I would like? - I would like the happiness I have right now. Although,I guess,what are the chances of that. I mean,you go through your life and you're probably only gonna be able to look back and pin-point like,2 or 3 times nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1150471304979579462006-06-16T21:42:00.000+08:002006-06-25T19:55:55.493+08:00euphoria: Smelly and Haihui (my dandy cooking companions),Edidie (my fire-starting,charcoal-filling fellow good man),Apu Dong (my favourite,warped mama going through an identity crisis),Barrens (a pain-in-the-butt with pain in his butt hahaha!),Isaac (the successful conman of the BB meeting from 9 to 3),Poooter (my favourite pooot cause well,there's only one pooot?) and Suwah (my all-time nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1149177615338716602006-06-01T23:16:00.000+08:002006-06-02T00:14:12.226+08:00 i wenk taht siht tnemom dluow emoc ni emit - taht d'i evah ot tel og dna hctaw uoy ylf. i wonk er'uoy gnimoc kcab,os yhw ma i gniyd edisni? era uoy gnihcraes rof sdrow taht uoy t'nac dnif? gniyrt ot edih ruoy snoitome - seye t'nod eil. sseug s'ereht on ysae yaw ot yas eybdoog. ll'i eb gnidnats ta eht egde fo eht htrae,gnipoh taht yademos ll'uoy emoc kcab niaga. ll'i eb gnidnats ta eht egde fo nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1148837185862966392006-05-29T01:23:00.000+08:002006-05-29T01:28:36.346+08:00if that's you deriving pleasure from a fortune you mistake for misfortune,you ought to be ashamed of yourself because you know neither self-awareness nor any sense of contrite. obviously,you haven't a clue that you went overboard and your happy adult-friends laughed along with you. except,i think you and every one of them could hear the contempt in my voice,but i didn't mean to sound all that nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1148132266900288882006-05-20T18:49:00.000+08:002006-05-20T21:37:46.963+08:00a Tall taleunderstatement: Mr. and Mrs. Tall are tall. they are giraffes - almost. observation: they both like eating from Rasa Sereya (okay i think i spelt that wrongly. i really do not know what it means and don't have photographic memory either(: ). either that, or Mrs. Tall likes eating from R.S. and Mr. Tall decides he likes what she likes! maybe it's like wanting to eat from the same stall nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1141398815344388432006-03-03T23:13:00.000+08:002006-03-03T23:13:35.346+08:00for three months,i:slept in most mornings,read fourteen books,spent a whole lot of money and did not get a job.that's not too long a list,is it. well,in four days,school will start again. school which i've been anticipating,also for three months,will begin. unless,of course,they decide to post me to one of my poly options,but i really hope otherwise. being idle for three months really sucks nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1133968581894831592005-12-07T22:19:00.000+08:002005-12-07T23:16:21.906+08:00eder's advice is good and has come in handy. i hope she feels better already,if not soon,cause i know,all of us who are so in love with her feel the same pain too.i obviously haven't been up to much since i'm blogging again. realise i have stopped thinking since sec1 when i used to be angsty and depressed (haha). hating school and school and practically,everything. well,i'm sec4 ness now,still nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1131694336029448692005-11-11T15:20:00.000+08:002005-11-11T15:46:59.140+08:00today,suwah & i stared at a bird,flattened on the road,dead and dying repeatedly under bloodthirsty tyres.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1130947646788946762005-11-02T23:27:00.000+08:002005-11-03T00:15:44.923+08:00my basics don't even cut it,you see..last evening,after a yummy dinner of meatballs at ikea with mummy,i came home to monster mole questions from merelda lee,my sweetheart (farting) from primary school. after trying to figure it out for the longest time and asking around (only to find that most people either have no idea,or came up with a somehow right yet wrong answers),i attained chemistry nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1128434700090760752005-10-04T22:03:00.000+08:002005-10-04T22:09:05.996+08:00my all-time favorite retard.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1127645626365461482005-09-25T18:27:00.000+08:002005-09-25T18:53:46.660+08:00darling yawee,(y'know i much prefer darling to dear cause darling sounds..demure. well,such a bummer that they're both overused.)what are the chances that you'd discover this post till a very long time? well,i just read your blog and i know i'm like,a thousand years late. i would've sent you a message but y'know how (or maybe you don't) i really don't like messaging very much these days,yet i nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1122028936319003832005-07-22T18:41:00.000+08:002005-07-22T18:45:07.946+08:00" Would you run naked up the street with a tattoo of my name on your behind? "nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1117024090200269652005-05-25T20:06:00.000+08:002005-06-01T23:54:04.513+08:00hahah!'You see,evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction,' said the angel. 'It is ultimately negative,and therefore encompasses its downfall even at its moments of apparent triumph. No matter how grandiose,how well-planned,how apparently foolproof an evil plan,the inherent sinfulness will by definition rebound upon its instigators. No matter how apparently successful it may seem upon nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1116607848244989192005-05-21T00:20:00.000+08:002005-05-21T00:53:37.686+08:00considering what a ninny i am,i obviously would not have realized that eder was online if he hadn't said hi. well,"ness." it's nice to be able to tell someone you haven't spoken to in months,"seemingly years" the most random stuff; i've gotten a catastrophic,devastating,detrimental - whatever beeg word there is that describes disaster haircut - haircut which is really short and! not tie-able. (nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1115481858481987452005-05-07T23:44:00.000+08:002005-05-08T00:34:47.596+08:00now this applies equally to you & i the only thing that we share is the same sky these empty metaphors,they're all in vainlike,can't you see the grass is greener where it rains?you came..i think.but i never really know.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1115277470613553362005-05-05T14:51:00.000+08:002005-05-05T22:15:18.986+08:00nad has these absolutely cute pictures of herself+her friends on her blog,but because she doesn't want her countless admirers (including: me) to rip them off her blog,uh. yah,you can't (i can't). hahah.once every few weeks,i'll always wish i was living someone else's life. i never used to feel like that. i wish i was someone else & smarter. i wish i wasn't where i was. i currently wish to have nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1105714577589865392005-02-06T13:21:00.000+08:002005-02-06T01:31:13.070+08:00
self-awareness.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1106471496607247182005-01-23T16:33:00.000+08:002005-06-01T23:55:52.313+08:00i don't question your ways or your plans for me;in my life. i don't question your wisdom as to what is best for me. i only wonder why things are seemingly getting worse. i'm not some warped depressed deluded indenial teen. sometimes i don't even want to be classified teen. it makes you sound gross. and people these days either seem too happy or too sad. yahwell,many are just desolate,depressed nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1104082723397446002004-12-27T01:45:00.000+08:002004-12-27T01:41:38.816+08:00i want to write something that will make everybody stop. will make everyone forget what they are doing, forget everything, and just be in the moment. for a second. it doesn't matter. i want to create emotion. to create something. something other than mess and random scribbles of words. i want my fingers to know what to do, to tell me. not for me to tell them, i want to stop going back and nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1102873167283833632004-12-13T01:51:00.000+08:002004-12-13T01:47:45.123+08:00
i love you,i need you
though my world may fall
i'll never let you go
my savior,my closest friend
i will worship you until the very end
i've been seeing yawee for the past seven consecutive days. considering that we're meeting again tomorrow,i'll be seeing for eight consecutive days(: what's to be happier about is that we've both spent this week,not only together,but with God as well.
i have nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1098040286190901502004-11-24T04:37:00.000+08:002004-12-11T14:20:05.910+08:00instructions: write 10 statements intended to different people. never tell which one is who.
1. remember someone asked how long already? i replied three years and actually was some sort of embarrassed because three yers really isn't that long but hell,it sure feels like i've got you under my skin for eVER(: i can only imagine how miserable i will be if and when you move. i also have these nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1097757514791906572004-10-14T20:06:00.000+08:002004-10-14T20:47:38.646+08:00b.an.a:
i was going to send you a card with a long letter inside
that said the sky is okay here and
i saw someone today who reminds me of you and
also got yelled at,once and
smiled at a couple of times(: and
i made a new friend and
lost another and my dog is doing fine.
but cards end up under plastic refrigerator magnets
or taped to walls.
and i didn't want us taped to some wall.
what i nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1094052031058651832004-09-01T23:19:00.000+08:002004-09-01T23:28:30.073+08:00I LOVE YOU BACK,NAD!
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1093434448733058622004-08-25T19:15:00.000+08:002004-08-25T21:09:16.820+08:00
i found someone new to love today!
NEO. [the chosen one]*
=D liiiizhen!
she's so amazingly cute and she isn't even trying to be. suhua's right. like,though we're girls and all. lizhen's different. she's so blur,it makes you laugh and i would think it's almost impossible to be annoyed by it. you know how sometimes,when someone (whoever) is too blur,people get crabby? yah. with lizhen,it's nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1092839199316773012004-08-18T20:53:00.000+08:002004-08-19T19:11:19.506+08:00Then, with his yellow For Hire sign finally extinguished, he would travel back to their little flat where Coldplay and lamb curry crept through the wafer-thin walls, and for a long time he would watch his wife and daughter sleeping, their faces his two favourite things in the world, wishing he never had to be away from them, his eyes spilling over, and feeling almost drunk with exhaustion and nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1092317931524401822004-08-12T21:10:00.000+08:002004-08-12T21:39:56.053+08:00
salt wedging: the process in which water seeps into joints and cracks of a rock. upon evaporation,salt crystals are left behind. as more water is evaporated,more salt crystals form while existing ones grow in size. the crystals then exert pressure onto the sides,causing the rocks to disintegrate and break into wedges.
that was just nuts. it's like,a lack of knowing what to blog about. or nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1091901888243020682004-08-08T01:18:00.000+08:002004-08-08T02:06:13.303+08:00
we always do anyway!
i can't and never will be able to stop saying how so very much i love love love her. guess this week's been rather pleasant. quite frankly,i can't remember anything that has in school this week. it's like,as much as my life really revolves around school,it really doesn't - at the same time. saw very little of suhua,actually. besides during chink which's really starting to nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1091214033442122102004-07-31T02:18:00.000+08:002004-07-31T03:04:27.973+08:00
how come the heart changes so quikly?
i guess alot has been happening around. (not the kind of thing i would tell nings if she were here but recently,i've been having alot of those "I WANT TO TELL NINGS" this and that impulses.)
--
training wasn't fun today - like every other training day. everyone's just busy bumming around. slacking when they can,not giving a damn and basically just nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1090415916055033042004-07-21T19:27:00.000+08:002004-07-21T21:27:27.350+08:00
speech day delirium(:
well it was full of booboos which noone seemed to notice. but i did and that's bad enough. don't remember much,actually. besides the fact that marcus glavin suhua and i went nuts taking photos. mmm well,we sortof tried to take another "movie clip" today..but i guess that only goes to show how good memories last a lifetime but in a way,can only be experienced once.*shrugnessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1088417841267532992004-06-28T17:13:00.000+08:002004-06-28T20:53:56.210+08:00
spent last night at nings' for awhile. talked and laughed and made me gag at smth that was said. not by her,though. anyhow! it was still nice. it's funny how when i was leaving then we started an intense conversation.heh. and like nings said..it's true that when schl starts,we're so busy with work and going out with ppl from schl that we don't see each other for the longest,longest time. the nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1087916164254184492004-06-22T22:31:00.000+08:002004-06-22T23:17:52.550+08:00
"wonder if my best friend is like catching up with sleep now (: sweet dreams, of pretty flowy indian skirts and way too much dinosaur enough to make us clowns."
i don't know how many times i've read that entry. and you make me miss you so much. i being hyper clownish!,
with you. so sweet dreams too,(though you're in camp) of pretty bittersweet(mostly sweet,i do hope) stanzas of poetic..poems?nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1087382412949803112004-06-16T18:22:00.000+08:002004-06-20T21:30:08.563+08:00
to noone,really.
scream until you can’t make a sound. write until you can’t even move your hand. make signals, show signs, use lights, or sounds. you can’t change a thing.
you won’t change anything.
you’re as useless as the rest of us. you can’t make a difference with just an honest voice. you’ll start off fine, then lose it all. the words will twist, and you’ll start to fall. you may be greatnessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1086611709094407002004-06-07T19:36:00.000+08:002004-06-08T20:32:43.913+08:00
how happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
the world forgetting,
by the world forgot.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
each pray'r accepted
and each wish resign'd.
saturday was bestfriend day!(: nings and i snuck into eternal sunshine. it's the best best bestest movie after jeux d'enfants. how many ppl sit on the steps of lido classic till their butts and backs ache from sitting and nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1085940564347557782004-05-31T02:08:00.000+08:002004-06-02T00:57:09.516+08:00
it never really occurred to me
to stop loving you despite the fact that
youre such an asshole.
i hate it when you ask me what im doing.
i hated when you ask me whether ive thought
abt what i wna achieve for the eys.
and i hate that you think im gonna be soo free during the holidays.
and i hate that tone in your voice
when i told you ive a shitload of hmwk.
"is it?!if you put your heart to nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1085456258034172712004-05-25T11:36:00.000+08:002004-05-26T22:45:52.156+08:00
show me how you do it
and i promise you
promise that
i'll runaway with you..
--
so what exactly does "stupid idiot" mean?
if you can scream and shout at your sister like that,
youll probably end up hitting your wife
in the future.
youre such an idiot.
always thinking that youre right.
dont talk to me abt respect.
dont even talk to me.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1084786262362624612004-05-17T17:27:00.000+08:002004-05-18T22:04:41.590+08:00
"the living dead."
_fill in the blank_ was a runaway
who lived on the street,
saddened by the soundof her own heartbeat.
with the razor in hand,
it was all just too much.
her body fell fast,
ice cold to the touch.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1084029273535524402004-05-08T23:14:00.000+08:002004-05-17T15:43:24.723+08:00
yah great thanks.
actually.
i dont think thats the kindof thing to say to your sister.
actually.
i dont think thats the kindof thing to say to anyone atall.
i mean,sure i think im dumb but not to the extentof
me not being cut out for schl.
"i always felt you were never interested in schling."
and i was like,
"huh?"
never interested..uh.
right.
"you dont seem to like learning,"
"whereas i nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1083914267765273352004-05-07T15:17:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:10:34.066+08:00
the mouse is acting up.
eet ees weird.
theres this article in the papers.
abt this buster who had an affair in vietnam.
and he "invited" her back to sg to live in his home.
whats really dumb was they did it in his house and
she got pregnant.
BAH.
his surname is loh.
and hes one hellof a dumbass.
im actually feeling very pissed at the retard.\:
"its not love,its spite.why let her win?"
urgh.w nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1083352248362203672004-05-01T03:10:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:12:12.076+08:00
"i have an irrational fear
of bright red dresses,
like the one my cousin wore
to my grandmother's memorial service
because red was grandma's favorite color
and julie wanted to please her.
but all it really did
was make all of her wrinkled friends
make just-swallowed-lemon faces
at the audacity
and disrespect.
they thought my cousin was showing
when all julie was doing
was trying her hardest
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1081931253289144692004-04-14T16:27:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:16:31.423+08:00
you say that your sky has been changing lately.
that youre tired and broken
that the answers you thought you had found
dont seem to work right anymore.
we've been down these sad roads a hundred times before,
sat quietly on lonely hillsides,
cried with forgotten songs on the radio.
always,it was out belief
in the other days
that got us thru.
i rmbr planting dreams with you,
chasing wishes,
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1081091089755025582004-04-04T23:04:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:20:27.833+08:00
come holidays
i will drag suhua with me
to the esplanade.
we'll sit there and
talk abt everything under the sun.
uh.
when its dark,yea.
haha.its nice.
to sit outdoors
where the band is playing.
by the waters.
wear the pooot's cap.
and laugh
and bang onto the railing
while ranting abt chambayy.
more banging onto the railing
which the pooot's head is on.
so much so that he has to stop me.
hahanessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1080744244716333092004-03-31T22:44:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:22:19.526+08:00
it never seemed to hurt so much before..
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1080488546883188262004-03-28T23:42:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:23:04.353+08:00
today on the way to church,
and i came up with my list of
heros!:
1. keanu reeeeeeeves!
bcuz he can fight manymany agent smiths
and he freaking can flyyyyeee!
he can jump very high
his reflex is soliiiiid.
and in the matrix [the first one],
he had nice floppy brown hairrrr!
and he has dashing dashing goodlooks.
2. korkor.
bcuz he rides a ducati monster
and he can do high jump!!
he does nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1080399915330700672004-03-27T22:51:00.000+08:002004-03-27T23:08:42.153+08:00
yupp.trust you to know
what suicidal ppl're like.
trust you to know that
when theyre depressed,
all they wna do is be alone and
trust you to know that
they wldnt wna tell anyone
and all they wna do is
think and think and think abt it.
yeapp.trust you to know.
especially you.
--
mummy can be such a kid.
i gave up my eighty buck bag.
and she was rushing thru the stuuupid
underpass from wismanessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1080325107474385852004-03-27T01:49:00.000+08:002004-03-27T02:21:53.060+08:00
the pudgy balding little prick got it today.
from suuuu.hehs-
i told him to shutup.
and his face,well,
softened.
like he knew exactly what i wanted to say
and hadnt said.*shrug-
on a lighter note,
its the pooots beegdayy.
it was..(:
bdays shld always be happy ones.
and like what i told mandarr,
absolutely noone shld be in your way.
anw.im super super super glad that
hes happy.
especially on nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1079645611984429662004-03-19T04:57:00.000+08:002004-03-19T05:38:35.763+08:00fourfiftyeight am.
i mean,just what am i doing?
haha.
--
[10 of your favorite songs]
01) nickelback : someday.
02) evan and jaron : the distance.
03) saves the day : at your funeral.
04) blessid union of souls : standing at the edge of the earth.
05) bic runga : she left on a monday.
06) plumb : damaged.
07) sarah mclachlan :do what you have to do.
08) sarah mclachlan : stupid.
09) nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1079642235786636562004-03-19T03:38:00.000+08:002004-03-19T05:00:05.250+08:00another self-ache behind locked doors:
whyd i suddenly see a replica?
things that once were,
are again.
not to me,though.
they were gone for awhile.
till now.
it seemed like i forgot.
but i guess it was all just at the back of my head.
wooden block ness.
please dont make it hurt again.\:
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1079410780555564502004-03-16T12:19:00.000+08:002004-03-16T12:22:52.090+08:00
i woke up with funny eyes today.
overslept so i missed physics.
:b bwahaha.
i dreamt merliao died.
it was a horrible dream..
i was actually crying in my sleep.
it was so surreal.
like it was really happening.
its like the first time i felt so helpless.
i was just walking arnd thinking abt merliao
and then finding myself crying some more.
yahwell.we were supposed to do smth together
the nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1078669282006544722004-03-07T22:21:00.000+08:002004-03-07T22:24:53.716+08:00
in
my
heart
there..
rings a melody,
there rings a melody,
with heaven's harmony.
in my heart there
rings a melody,
there rings a melody of
love.(:
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1077549634584913512004-02-23T23:20:00.000+08:002004-02-25T22:19:03.360+08:00
dont think dont care just do · dont think dont care just say · dont think dont care dont think
dont think dont care dont cry · dont think dont care dont feel · dont think dont care just scream
dont think dont care just s c r e a m · dont think dont care dont WHINE!
dont think dont care dont give me that shit · dont think dont care just run
dont think dont care dont argue · dont argue with menessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1076163585920099912004-02-07T22:19:00.000+08:002004-02-07T22:22:07.686+08:00
.tuo uoy kcolb ot deen i
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1075530904052136052004-01-31T14:35:00.000+08:002004-01-31T14:55:24.716+08:00
eggyoke:
the first person who left a msg in my ej.
the one whom i joined gb with.
the one whom i called merlion
causing deana poon to go "orhhh..!"
the person who is still shorter than me!
the one i gave a neekname to and everyones
still calling her that!!(:
the first and only person who stayed at my house
for a week!(and thats record breaking okayyy.)to date.
the one whom i went to nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1074787793567906412004-01-23T00:09:00.000+08:002004-01-23T00:12:20.686+08:00
and i wonder where you are
what youre doing.
i wonder whether youre happy
having fun.
then again,i know youre happy
and having fun.
i wonder if youre warm on rainy nights.
i wonder if the ppl arnd you love you.
i wonder if the ppl arnd you love you
like i do.
i wonder if you were sad when they sent you away.
i wonder if you know i prayed every night for you
to come back.
if you knew i nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1074746346351744972004-01-22T12:39:00.000+08:002004-01-22T12:41:46.186+08:00
hoping for someday
waiting for someday
believing in someday
praying for someday
i'll be
longing for someday
clinging to someday
cherishing someday
i'll be
thinking of someday
dreaming of someday
wishing for someday
i'll be
living for someday
counting on someday
knowing that one day
i will see you.
--
imagine no daylight
only the moon as your guide
when ours is to darkness
what forgotten sun nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1073746342408205972004-01-10T22:52:00.000+08:002004-01-11T21:08:08.090+08:00
"isnt it sad when you sms this person like everyday..
and suddenly they just stop.
then when you look back
and wonder why you're not smsing,
you cant seem to find the reason why.
hmm..brain food. for me, that is."
smth rah said a long time ago..
when she left a note in my ej.
when she left many many sweet things in my ej.
so many memories.
seems like forever ago.
yet never fails to make nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1073650445386031042004-01-09T20:14:00.000+08:002004-01-09T20:17:09.326+08:00i know i have a heart,bcuz i feel it breaking.
i am really tired.
tired of schl.
somewhat tired of life.
as attention-seeking as that may sound.
i am really really tired.
and i cannot express how much
i hate dread detest loathe despise
and nauseate at the thought of schl.
the past week has been very
irksome
and perhaps this is what you call stress.
but its only the sixth day of schl!
anw geog nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1072202323311389872003-12-24T01:58:00.000+08:002003-12-24T02:01:47.763+08:00
my babys back - ohjoy!
just that i dont quite feel like ljs anymore.
had it for lunch.
but thats okay,with them
i feel lj-ish all the time.
right now,im just freaking broke.
--
dear all,
thankyou for coming caroling.
im sorry it was all rotten at first.
i was singing crap.
nono,my singing was crap.
and i only started enjoying myself and
really thanking God at moos house.
it was so horrible nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1072070472731231092003-12-22T13:21:00.000+08:002003-12-22T13:24:45.140+08:00
ahh!
rahaha poseured!
*shriek shriek shriek-
my dear rahdoll,
when are you coming back?
will you be home for christmas?
can you feel us missing you all the way back home?
lj candlelit dinner on the rooftops
waiting for you to come back!
i miss you!!):
and even though i know how very far apart we are
it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star..
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1071771489503402762003-12-19T02:18:00.000+08:002003-12-19T02:20:06.450+08:00
smth in your eyes
makes me wna lose myself -
makes me wna lose myself..in your arms.
theres smth in your voice
makes my heart beat fast
hope this feeling lasts
the rest of my life.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1071421090899966342003-12-15T00:58:00.000+08:002003-12-15T01:00:07.733+08:00
and i look to You
and i wait on You
i'll sing to You
a hymn of love
for Your faithfulness to me
im carried in everlasting arms
Youll never let me go-
thru it all.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1070467608171338312003-12-04T00:06:00.000+08:002003-12-04T00:08:54.873+08:00
gordon,once again,makes her laugh.
+ gorday -*° some angel is stuck inside me. why can't i set you free? says:
to you, im perfect?
he stole the air out of the room as if to say "ive got you.." says:
right,mr little mermaid.
he stole the air out of the room as if to say "ive got you.." says:
:X
+ gorday -*° some angel is stuck inside me. why can't i set nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1070256042475311012003-12-01T13:20:00.000+08:002003-12-10T16:28:21.060+08:00
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
ian thong
!!
kae so its a bad name.
and hes k-two.
but hes the cutest guy ive ever met.(:
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1069176396231312452003-11-19T01:26:00.000+08:002003-11-19T01:29:04.903+08:00
"im feeling..
alot -
abt you.
to you.
for you."
and what am i supposed to feel?
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1068569293974729982003-11-12T00:48:00.000+08:002003-11-12T00:48:38.623+08:00
so
im drunk on today..
im extremely
super
drastically
immensely
radically
exceedingly
overly
HIGH!
im high-ee-i-ee-i..
like, whee!
hahaha.its crazy
insane.
like invading the haunted house
like it was ours.
walking thru rgp
screaming for rahaha.
yelling at those who play bball.
hurhurr.eating from the nice chinese stall
in the canteen for cheap.
sitting arnd watching rah and elibird talk tonessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1068403827235968012003-11-10T02:50:00.000+08:002003-11-10T02:50:49.356+08:00
and im still awake!
no actually
its almost three and
im off to sleep.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1068060329032535912003-11-06T03:25:00.000+08:002003-11-06T09:16:46.670+08:00
and then i realize
im one of those idiots
who're so caught up with themselves
so caught up
with their own melancholy
that they dont care abt anyone else.
the other day
for example..
ndru asked me to cheerup -
asked me what was wrong;
obviously i didnt wna tell him.
anw
he knew i was having a rotten day
but he didnt know why
and so he said smth like,
"im not having a very good day myself
ppl nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1067956760509066462003-11-04T22:39:00.000+08:002003-11-04T22:39:36.013+08:00
this time its different.
this time i know what the result will be.
im not gonna get in.
and thats that.
slaps me
and i fall flat on my face.
i dont wna try anymore.
_shrug ):
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1067338024511295642003-10-28T18:43:00.000+08:002003-10-29T22:04:34.310+08:00
well,
i'd be lying if i told you
i wasnt feeling dejected.
arts sucks.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1066970855129404752003-10-24T12:47:00.000+08:002003-10-24T12:47:34.690+08:00
deepavali morning began late.
tenfiftynine or smth.
which was when phangsuhua called.
twas quite a noisy morning too,
with jiejie screaming for not having prata
and me in the room -
talking to phangsuhua.
natalie imbruglias on tv singing torn.
and im sniffing here
as im typing this cuz,
as a result of not having prata,
i am eating the nice yam cake
which ahma made ages ago.
oh im sniffing nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1066570190389530172003-10-19T21:29:00.000+08:002003-10-19T21:35:50.176+08:00
to realize
the value of ten years:
ask a newly
divorced couple.
im not even gonna try to explain my neek.
i dont even know why i told elibird.
not that i dont wna tell her.
but its not like i would tell anyone.
and i think now that ive told her i'd tell other ppl too.
but then again,i didnt tell tp when he asked.
so yah.i take that back.
anw elibird is a beeg sweetayy.
she has a nice way nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1065957023931822782003-10-12T19:10:00.000+08:002003-10-12T21:52:28.243+08:00
what if i say im stuck with you?
youre not!
howd you know?
why would you be?
cos ive always been.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1065288833016873532003-10-05T01:33:00.000+08:002003-10-05T01:36:11.986+08:00
ganbatte?
whats that,moo?(:
met rahs rents at the new
-or not so new anymore-
paragon extention.
they were pa tor-ing.ahaha.
so cute.
and her dad had sunglasses on.
haha.ohwell.they were just standing behind us
on the escalator.
i cant tell whether it felt awkward or not.
but in a way it was nice to see them again.
sarahs mummy is so so bubbly.haha.
so sweet.aii.
i wish i still lived at nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1065162573124624102003-10-03T14:29:00.000+08:002003-10-03T14:39:39.463+08:00
ive flown too high on borrowed wings
beyond the clouds and
where angels sing
in a sky containing
noone
but me
up theres all empty
and down theres all sea
noone here but me..
el's over.
another week of hectic studying
or at least trying..aii.
been trying to do maths alot.
on weds i started doing pythagoras theorem.
and up till now im still doing pt.
im not even happy that its friday.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1065019163542552232003-10-01T22:39:00.000+08:002003-10-01T22:44:18.253+08:00
and be the pooh you want.
_shrug ):
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1064583233035624782003-09-26T21:33:00.000+08:002003-09-26T21:54:24.063+08:00
(: the silly pooot got into friday grp..
so im wondering where he is tonight
cuz he isnt online.
and he has msged.ahaha.
i bet hes sleeping.blehh!!
haha.
uh.useless imformation.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1064330500159452862003-09-23T23:21:00.000+08:002003-09-23T23:21:40.050+08:00
he said:
"and my mind's screaming your name."
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1063551080804513592003-09-14T22:51:00.000+08:002003-09-14T22:51:20.626+08:00
one week out of that
hellhole.
one week of worrying
in comfort.
one week
gone by.
tmw will be another
alotalot
more weeks spent in the hellhole
all over again.
aii.
monday blues on sunday.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1063297514918100482003-09-12T00:25:00.000+08:002003-09-14T22:35:53.710+08:00
mooncake festival..nono,
lantern festival?
no..mooncake festival?
nvm nvm.
wtvr it is,
its definitely
LETS FREAKING DEMORALISE ness NIGHT.
its
LETS MAKE her FEEL SO BAD NIGHT.
its
shes SO FREAKING STUPID
LETS MAKE her FEEL WORSE NIGHT.
thats exactly the reason why i
didnt
want to go sit there with you both
cuz i knew it was coming.
Did you study today?
no
-stare- Why?
and then i give mynessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1063285226963849902003-09-11T21:00:00.000+08:002003-09-12T23:47:10.383+08:00
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this has been ringing in my head
the entire day! ahhh.
im not cheena, i swear!haha.
its just sweet
and
sad.
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1063249544248804302003-09-11T11:05:00.000+08:002003-09-11T11:05:44.233+08:00
mondays entry.continued
just as i told eder..
"i stayed over at cins house last night.
got home at arnd four plus..
then meet nings to stardy at five.
stardied till arnd seven
at bk's.
then came home
took my bath
and have been online since.
i am SUCH a slacker.
its disgusting.):
--
2325h.
monday night.
its suddenly so quiet.
just the rain.
and me
banging the keyboard.
i love the rain
i nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1062991239311253522003-09-08T11:20:00.000+08:002003-09-08T11:20:39.336+08:00
ahhh.cins sisters babysitter is so sweet!
(:
cindy tanaga is having tootion now.
and im sitting here
in her study room
with the nice flatscreen
highspeed internet
waiting
blogging
and
talking to nd.
anyways she brought in milo and two funny/cute looking
white and green buns.ahaha.
super cute.haha.
and she was like "hallo" and stuff.
the cin hallo way. *grin
anyways we talked till arnd five nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1062679393187372772003-09-04T20:43:00.000+08:002003-09-04T20:46:31.676+08:00
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i am supposed to be studying geog now.
i amnessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-106250717245202652003-09-02T20:52:00.000+08:002003-09-02T21:15:56.710+08:00
-*THE EVIL MSN MEN:.
NESS: chaque fois que tu t'en vas. je pretends que tout va bien. says:
its gone!
.: ][ // *elizabeth // ][ :. ][ // « *_i love nessipooh!! » // ][ :. ][-*: I (¯`v´¯) JESUS :*-][ says:
ohh.
.: ][ // *elizabeth // ][ :. ][ // « *_i love nessipooh!! » // ][ :. ][-*: I (¯`v´¯) JESUS :*-][ says:
hahah.
NESS: chaque fois que tu t'en vas.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1062398666515354602003-09-01T14:44:00.000+08:002003-09-05T20:44:04.626+08:00
i'd rather you be mean
than love and lie
i'd rather hear the truth
and have to say goodbye
i'd rather take a blow
at least then i would know
but baby dont you break my heart
slow.
|:
nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1062389354829707922003-09-01T12:09:00.000+08:002003-09-08T11:20:59.386+08:00[retards of the world unite!]*
just took the silly oneosix to clementi
to meet nad to get my tshirt.heh heh.
the crazy woman and i were being retards on the bus.
retard msges bouncing back and forth.(: (:
woman! i love you.
for the retard you are.
ahaha.
im an elf walking next to her.
shes gulliver and im the lilliputian.
haha.its spelt wrong,isnt it.=p
fun fact!!
it take less than one nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1062320054243668272003-08-31T16:54:00.000+08:002003-08-31T18:19:08.870+08:00
ah.blogging while waiting to go to ahmas house
for dunnoe what reason.
aii.
--
friday
rocked.
was a stupid day in schl though.
cuz everything was delayed and then
brumpy made a hell lotof noise cuz we were making too much noise.
ahaha. stewpid.
yahwell rushed home to change and
then met cin* at holland v.
which is when we rushed back to rgp to meet the rest of the gang.
aman wasnt therenessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1061660352279271882003-08-24T01:39:00.000+08:002003-08-24T01:43:47.760+08:00
you ran away again -
im not expecting you to call back anyway.
aii.saturday night.
im so very tired but i
must must
blog.haha
for whatever reason.
i think it must be just me
cuz i feel like ive been smiling too much.
theres this
well
ache.
its not like i stopped to think abt whether i was being fake so
i probably wasnt.
*shrugs
okay so she called back.haha
baked cookies with jiejie today.nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1061470924796281942003-08-21T21:02:00.000+08:002003-08-21T21:02:04.680+08:00[rash decisions.]*
everyone is in a foul mood.
im only in a foul mood when i get home.
which is the weirdest thing.
when phangsuhua and i were sitting at the boosstop
waiting for the oneeightyniner,
i just thought it seemed like thered be no reason
why i was so angry and pissed at home.
and then
i thought again
and it hit me
that ive so much to be angry,
bitter abt.
so very much.
angry withnessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1060957014495956192003-08-15T22:16:00.000+08:002003-08-19T17:12:37.856+08:00
i didnt really feel it.
but watching them cry
and hearing as well..my eyes felt funny.
i wasnt part of the hard work they put in,
but i saw how much heart they put into it.
and it freaking hurts to see all that go to waste
just cuz of chambay.
havent felt this kindof disappointment in a long time.
usually itd just make me super pissed.
the last time was
when we were at normanton park.
when nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1060870919728124472003-08-14T22:21:00.000+08:002003-08-14T22:26:48.496+08:00
cant remember whether it was today or yesterday..
oh i think it was today cuz smelly cut the flexible rule open
to take the bendable metal thing in it, out.
so i took it and bent it into a heart
and she was all like
"ahhh! so niice.."haha
amusing..then eddie-act cool [or someone else
but im quite sure it was eddie]
asked her to lend it to him and she went
"no.youll break it."
and i was nessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118566.post-1060864824368661552003-08-14T20:40:00.000+08:002003-08-14T20:45:00.513+08:00
the kindof strength i'll never have.nessnoreply@blogger.com