I'm obsessed.

I've got good news and bad news for prospective buyers of my products.


The bad news: That red and gold model? Will be the only one in my stock. I'm missing certain beads and unless I can find them, your best bet at getting them will be to make the first request.


The good news: I've just realised cloth threads aren't as weak as I thought them to be (I checked some of the bracelets on the market), so I guess I don't need the stronger thread, and my products won't go beyond 20 bucks.


Oh, and service will temporarily be unavailable, til 4th of Jan.


Had steamboat at home for dinner. And now I'm really stuffed.


Bing, if you happen to read this, the Christmas card I sent you got sent back instead. So don't be surprised if you get a Christmas card in the middle of Jan, coz I'm planning to try again.


I'm blanked out. I shall go now.

Learning the hard way maybe a bad way, but it is certainly the most effective.

Before I proceed, let me say this something that I should have mentioned in my previous post:


Fried briyani rice with minced beef and a drunken sausage with its alcoholic suspension taste very very very very good. My own lunch concoction, using leftovers.


Just watched The Chronicles of Narnia. Cool stuff. Boy, the White Witch can fight. Mother and I agree that Aslan was a beautiful lion. Liam Neeson, yet another seasoned acting veteren.


Phillipe was quite cute muahahaha. Love the griffins.


Oh I loooooove the trailer for Pirates of the Carribean: The Dead Man's Chest.


Near the ship at the shore, where Jack Sparrow is somewhere else and in danger.

Will Turner: I won't leave him!

Jack Sparrow is running with a crowd of undead hot on his heals.

Will Turner: Never mind, let's go.


Ooooooooooooo... that's gotta hurt.


Went swimming today. Walked from home at 4pm to the stadium pool at 5pm, and swam til 6pm, whereupon I took the bus home and had a bath. It felt good, except for the new lesson I learnt: Goggles are better than contacts, and contacts are better than nothing.

To die physically to keep another alive is noble, we all agree; but how about psychologically, emotionally and spiritually?

Just watched Gunslinger Girl, third episode. Most Singaporeans will find the series disconnected and very very very very slow, but it works well for this sort of show. It's about a group of young girls who, being given second life, now work and train as assassins with an assigned adult "brother" each, living behind the front of a social welfare organisation.


The series isn't out to scare, shock or excite you (which is why a lot of pple won't watch it). It's purpose is little more than just to prod, poke and disturb you and get you to look from another angle (albeit a much explored one by now), and that's it. What makes this series good is that although just about everybody knows that age-old contemplation of how governments have spies and assassins and what cost these pple are forced to pay in order to keep political and social balance, this series makes you actually stand in place of these girls, so although you've heard all those debates before, you finally realise what they actually mean. That's why it disturbs, although you won't feel too strongly disturbed until you realise how devoid of emotion the train of thoughts are, mainly because most of us don't know the sensation of feeling absolutely nothing (very different from dazing or zen).


Today's episode followed the Rico-Jean pair, although other pairs appear, so you can compare the relations between each pair (just so you know, the Rico-Jean pair are the most emotionally void pair, aka most disturbing).


Rico was once immobile, until the agency took her in, fixed her up and she became an assassin. The newfound mobility has been of great importance ever since, in tandem with the absence of having to hear her parents squabbling while she was bedridden. With this in view, she regards herself happy to be with the organisation.


During an inspection routine at a hotel, in preparation for an assassination, Rico bumps into a bellboy, Eriol, who works at the hotel. Long story short, they talked (well, in truth, he talked, and she didn't know how to respond), there's mutual attraction, before Rico hurries off, partly because she didn't know how to react in social situations, partly because she needed to report back to Jean. Upon returning to Jean, she apologizes for being late, whereupon Jean suspects, and asks, if Rico interacted with anyone, to which Rico lies and says no. Unconvinced, Jean nevertheless drops the matter, but tells Rico that anyone who in anyway observes her during a mission must be eliminated.


On the day of the actual assassination, Rico is deployed as a hotel maid to the designated room where the assassination takes place. Unfortunately, her retreat is delayed due to imprecision of her shot, which she corrects immediately. The result is that as she comes out of the room, she bumps into Eriol again, who is confused that she is in the hotel dressed as a maid. Rico has no idea how to respond to Eriol's queries, and remains silent as she tries to figure out what to do. Then she says, "Oh... yeah," raises her gun at Eriol and with a rare, sad smile, says, "Sorry."


(In case some of you just missed that, you fools, the "Oh... yeah" was in reference to Jean's order of elimination of witnesses)


In the days following the mission, every morning Rico wakes up in bed, her first thought is whether she's lost her mobility, and every time she's relieved that she still retains her freedom of movement (irony pple, for those same fools who didn't catch it... yes I'm grumpy). And again, she concludes that she really likes being at the agency.


Extent of brainwash, pple.


Right. Now I shall follow up with another query of my own: So many books, movies, debates have been centred round what's wrong with which government, and the high price paid by those who work for the government, the cold-blooded secret experiments carried out in secret laboratories on psychic prisoners (or something close enough), cruelty of animal experimentation, loss of innocence, twisted ethics, absence of emotion, blah blah blah...


But has anyone considered the fact that all of these are indeed keeping us alive?


Sure, it would be fine and dandy if no one had an ulterior motive and everyone was nice and kind and not selfish and empathatic... but that's not the case. And if the wrong people have enough ambition, they can do a lot of things beyond the concepts of right and wrong in order to achieve personal goals and satisfy their own visions of greatness and ideals. And that is effectively 100% more than all that those bound by morality can do. And mind you, that's a lot.


Animal experimentation, no matter how cruel, has helped develop some life-resurrecting miracle treatments, among many other things. If not for animal experimentation (or those top secret experiments in secret labs in some underground complex in some secret continent on poor telepathics), we would never be able to pinpoint defective genes, causes of cancer, effects of poisons and antidotes, yada yada...


And all those different laws in different governments, and the different ways each country is run... it has to be, doesn't it?


I'll pick the most recent example to date: the drug-trafficking incident, which recently resulted in a hanging. The guy was Ngyuen, right? Sure, poor thing, he was left with little choice, and in desperate times, we all go for drastic measures. That's what Australian authorities said, and they were all for stamping out the death sentence. Problem is that the crime took place on Singapore soil, therefore to be dealt the Singapore way, and that means capital punishment.


Some people said that the S'pore govt was too inhumane in not giving allowance for the background circumstances that forced this incident, but they themselves, then, did not look at the background circumstances in which the S'pore govt is forced to do what it must.


Look at it this way: Any other country has a big population, lots of talent, such that even if half the population were to fall (OKAY, OKAY, I'M EXAGGERATING... but hopefully you'll get my point) there would still be enough resources and pple to allow that country and its remaining population to survive. Singapore, on the other hand, have no natural resources, and is too miniscule for that red dot on the world map. So if half the population dies, everyone dies. Because of that, the govt, which is responsible for us, has to make sure that there's almost absolutely no room for error of any sort, esp human error, or we crash and burn. Hence the mechanical clockwork style, stringent rules, limited media freedom, and the absolute final say of the state, including the issue of capital punishment.


A drug trafficker was caught on Singapore soil, and Singapore has to make sure that every denizen here gets the message loud and clear: no illegal drugs. Coz if this, or any other situation that could compromise the effectiveness of work, economy or health, however indirectly, happens once too often, we're goners. That's just how little space there is on the cliff near the edge.


People, this is how we survive.


I'm not going to say that we shouldn't sympathise with less sentient creatures, or not to be compassionate to the unfortunate... By all means go ahead and stick to your beliefs, your morals and your sense of virtues. Go on and pray for world peace. Because, you know those people you despise? The cold-hearted ones? Some of them chose to be cold-hearted, or were forced to be, to protect people like you, who value life and the quality of life, either from natural disasters or from other cold-blooded people. Because the world needs more people of such outlook, in order to bring the world a step closer to that ideal, though we will never reach it.


But I'm thinking... those cold-blooded people we keep seeing in portrayed in books and movies and newspapers and whatnots... can't we give them a break? You think you can run the world any better? Why do you think they rule the place, or in the case of maligned evil scientists that work for secret organisations that work for the govt, why do think they're there doing what they do? I mean, the Emperor of Qin killed thousands of people in unifying 7 countries and in building the Great Wall of China. You think that was just cruelty? He waged a great war to prevent petty battles, and killed thousands to protect millions. He sacrificed many to save more.


Of course some people would make use of similar reasoning to justify their own personal vendetta... but tell me this... why do you think such excuses can even exist for them to use in the first place?

Don't diss it til you try it.

Mum and I took this online sex (gender, people, GENDER) ID test. My second time with a different online program. Last time I nearly turned into a guy by a few mm. Just now, I was neither male nor female.


Wow. I'm improving!


Parents took me to Sweet Recipes for dinner at Junction 8 (OH MY GOSH MY MUM TOOK ME TO SWEET RECIPES) and she got me a set meal, that included a coke and a chocolate chip cheesecake (OH MY GOSH MY MUM LET ME EAT FATTENING FOOD).


I think she's given up trying to stop me from eating. No wait; that's impossible.


I'm on a grace period... the eye of the storm... Gee I hope it's a very long grace period.


The scriptwriters of House are so brilliant. I found myself uncontrollably calling House a complete idiot. HE IS!!! Sheesh. He has to be. There's no story otherwise.


I watched Justice League on Kids Central just now. It was the second part of a story, where some guy gets telepathic abilities and starts trapping pple in nightmares, including all the JLA members, save for Jon (the martian) and Batman.


It was brilliant (as is always the case when Batman does a solo hero), and it was hilarious.


While Jon tries to bring the JLA members out of deadly slumber (Batman gave Superman some stimulants to wake him up, but had doubts that it would work since, in his own words, "He's the kind of person who could have a building fall on him and not feel a thing), Batman goes on a hunt for the culprit, Dr. Destiny.


On the way, Dr. Destiny tries to put Batman to sleep telepathically, with many near sucesses. Batman's of course aware of the problem (if he sleeps, everybody dies), so Batman takes drastic measures.


Very drastic.


Try and imagine Batman, in the full darkness of his cape and cowl, slapping some dollar notes on the counter of a bright, cheerful and crowded roadside diner, demanding triple black coffee on the double with everyone in the diner staring at him.


Can you picture that?


Thought not.


If the caffine worked, it didn't work long enough. Soon Batman is nodding off again. Not a good sign.


Says Dr. Destiny, "You have to sleep sometime..."


Says Batman, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel that appointment."


Then Batman does the unthinkable.


Batman fans, you may or may not want to know what he did to fight Dr. Destiny mentally. This next part may come as a shock to many of you, and you could be traumatised, never to see Batman in the same light ever again.


Batman smashes the windshield turns on the radio in the Batmobile and starts listening to an annoying, high-pitched, Barney-like kiddy song.


The result? Instant pickup. No one could sleep listening to that.


When Batman looks for Dr. Destiny at this warehouse, Dr. Destiny makes this speech about how it's all useless, that he's stronger now and can penetrate Batman's mind even while Batman's awake. Then suddenly he says, "What is that stupid song playing in your head??"


Batman: "It's what's keeping you out."


And when bad guy is defeated in the end, everyone's awake, bad guy's in the asylum with the same annoying song playing in his head in a strangely sordid and creepy manner.


And Batman gets his well-deserved and long-overdue sleep.


Speaking of which...


No, I'm not going to bed just yet.


Anyone seen Batman of the Future (known in America as Batman Beyond)? I love it. If, as a Batman fan, you think this is going to be some ultimate letdown and a stain on the Bat's rep, you couldn't be more wrong. This is a widely acclaimed animated series.


Bruce Wayne is old, alone, and can still kick some serious butt. However, he retired from butt-kicking and later, in a series of dark events, gets his batcave discovered by Terry Mcginnis, who eventually puts on the cowl.


Oh yeah. The cowl's wired, so even though Terry now does most of the butt-kicking, Bruce Wayne still deals the cards. And Bruce has had to get Terry out of many a scrape.


Needless to say, star is Terry, but Bruce steals the show.


Why is Bruce still alive in a futuristic world when he was the Bat in the 80s or something? Well, this time taking Superman's (there's two guest episodes featuring the new JLA) words, "You'll outlive us all, Bruce. You're too stubborn to die."


I love the starting animation, when the theme song plays. The music is this really punk rock feature, and the darker-than-black animation is So. Cool. Periodically, words like "Honour", "Valor", "Justice" flash on the screen, and it just gets you. There's a sense of certainty and righteous vigilance amidst the insecurity and corruption that's all over the streets and everywhere else.


Oh, anyone remember Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman? Coz Terry had a Melenie Walker, aka Ten of the Royal Flush Gang. DANG I MISSED THE EPISODE OF THE ROYAL FLUSH GANG'S SECOND APPEARANCE I DON'T BELIEVE IT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!!!!


They're replaying it on Central. Saw the series a few years ago too. I don't care I want to see the whole thing again.


There was a movie, Return of the Joker. I want to see that too, because I never caught the beginning. The ending was good though. A real surprise. In fact, the part of the movie that I managed to catch was just shocker after shocker after shocker.


And now for memorable enemies!!

INQUE (Ink)-A souped-up, speedy and more attractive version of Clayface, and a literally darker shade. Did I mention this is one dangerous femme fatale?

MR. FREEZE-Makes a comeback after a regenesis gone wrong.

BLIGHT-Radioactive, glowing green skeleton that was new Batman's arch-nemesis. Side mention: this guy, Paxton Powers, also owns half the shares in the Wayne Enterprises, and masterminded the murder of Terry Mcginnis' father.

MAD STAN-Blows everything up.

ROYAL FLUSH GANG-Family crime business with a JACK-ass son and a reluctant daughter, Melenie Walker, aka TEN. Complete with KING, QUEEN and a robotic ACE.

JOKERZ-Fans of the original Joker, who try to follow in his footsteps. Of these, the twins Dee Dee, known also as DEEDS, stand out for being the only Jokerz that don't look repulsive and have gymnastic combat skills of olympic standards. They are closer to their [Boss] than anyone realises.


JOKER-He died, and he's back. And he's still out to get Batman. Of all the villians, he still ranks top, and he's sicker than ever. So sick, you'll have to see the Return of the Joker to fully comprehend.


Okay now I must sleep. Don't say I'm stopping in the middle of nowhere; it's 3:54 am.

Some say Christmas shouldn't be too commercial, but in the first place, Romans started it coz they wanted another holiday.

Merry Christmas...


Gosh this has got to be my most un-merry christmas... I felt more like christmas yesterday than today. Probably coz this is the first christmas I've spent away from Kuching.


However, I must say that my mom's cousin's baby boy, D, is so cute! And narcisstic at a young age (barely a few months old, but a sure fire way to calm him when he cries is to show him his own photos or a mirror). It was only a short while, but I finally got to carry a baby for the first time.


My maternal instincts are temporarily satisfied.


Before I continue, let me say that I want to kill my bro so badly, I'm quite reluctant to trim these claws of mine.


Anyways, stupid me, the day before yesterday, I was rushing to make christmas cards for everyone coz I had procrastinated the whole week. Managed 12, one I sent personally to Cel, living closest to me, and the rest I posted, all probably due to arrive on tuesday, a bit late for Christmas. I'm such an ass.


I originally wanted to personally go round in a Santa hat, but I don't exactly know my way around the island. I'm such a dumbo.


So for the rest of the class, I made personal e-cards in powerpoint. Quite proud of the results. I'm such a narcisist.


This christmas is really strange, and I'll tell you why.


Usually, my parents give me jewellry or clothes for christmas (I love the jewellry). This year, they gave me a bright pink sequinned bag and 3 small bottles of perfume. The bag should be fun, but what am I going to use the perfume for?


At home after church, while my mum was drilling me on carol descants, I informed her that the swelling and itch that had persisted a couple of months had spread from the edge of my top lip to the edge of my bottom lip, and that today it was getting quite unbearable.


So she gave me dopermine or something to stop the allergy, and for the rest of the day I was so quiet and well-behaved, anyone who knew me would've thought I was drugged (technically, I was).


Why is this weird? You probably think that drowsiness after medication is the norm right? Here's the thing: I don't follow norms psychologically, nor biologically, if my history with medication is anything to go by. See, for all 18 (soon to be 19) years of my life, medication that supposedly induces sleep has positively no such effect on me. Usually it even makes me hyper. So the fact that the thing worked normally for me is in fact not normal at all.


Next, at my Aunty G's for christmas lunch, she didn't try to grab my arm! Not that I'm complaining (she's got a stronger grip than she knows; last time she left my house, I ended up with four bruises where her fingers had been). She still gave a very firm christmas handshake though.


Oh yah, my handphone konked out, so I'm using my sim card with my dad's old phone.


I don't know how he ever used it. I have to use my nails to press the weeny buttons. It's infuriating. Another reason not to shear my nails yet.


Plus, the catch broke, so I have to hold the battery in place with cellotape. Literally.


*&$#$%^%$#@#$%^!!!!!


I lost the placing of my voice a few days ago and couldn't seem to find it, but it came back today in excellant condition. Hopefully it'll last till tomorrow evening, or I won't be able to reach those ultra high notes nicely.

Life's like jewellry: if it snaps, you can fix it, but it darn sure won't be easy.

YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!


I have finally completed a bracelet that looks decent. Here it is:

Not very professional, but looks pretty, no? I wanted to call it Crystal Blood, but it's not exactly deep red. Any ideas? It's definitely not Midas' Touch. There's more red than gold. Red Tears?

It's currently selling about S$12/=, and for the *ahem* priveliged few I love to bits, the discounted price is S$10.80/=. This is the cloth thread version. A better version using stronger craft thread (which I have yet to uncover, by the way) may go up to S$25/=, estimated, but maybe more worth your while.

I'll make more of this if there's good demand for it, and if I can't cater to everyone I'll do it auction style: Highest bidder wins, priority given first to those to whom I've already offered discount, unless someone else offers me, like, S$30 876 284/= or something for it.

Anyone? No? Darn.

So if you badly want this thing which has yet to be named, either make sure less people hear about it, or get your wallets ready... Nyahahahahaha...

Also, if you want something custom made, it's going to cost you 20% more(as of now), and you'll be providing me with the stuff you want to use on whatever it is you want. If you just want to alter a given design, you'll have to pay 10% more than usual.

All part of my scheme to extort more money out of you.

Oops. I guess I shouldn't have said that. Oh well.

Meanwhile, I shall try to design more. As before, I ask for kind people who will give me beads, threads (strong and durable are preferable), cloths, clasps and such in good condition, so I can design and make stuff for sale. These are the best christmas presents you can give me presently *HINTHINTHINTHINTHINT*. No monetary funding, please. This is not yet a stable investment. It may never be.

I start work in January. Looks like good pay. But right now I'm still tight on cash.

I should sew myself a punching bag or something, but I think it requires special material I can't afford for now. Maybe next year.

Oh yeah... I'd like to take this opportunity to say that some people are real haughty idiots. Shan't mention who they are. Defamation laws are scary nowadays.

I like the way I am now, but can I keep myself this way? It seems impossible.

The more obvious something is, the more oblivious you tend to be to it.

Sigh... You know my mini project? The one where I make stuff?


I'm SERIOUSLY behind schedule.


The first one sparkles, but somehow manages not to look good, the one that's turning out nicely is taking up WAY TOO MUCH TIME.


It'll better be worth at least 15 bucks.


Anyway, decided to start on another one and hope it turns out better, so I can show something nice. Might decide to tear apart the first one and start over.


I guess some (okay... many) (well actually, 95% of the population) may say that I'm overambitious to try to do something for sale without training, but that's just me. Somehow, I find it easier for a lot of things to start from the middle and feel my way to the ends of the rope. Can't work for everything of course, but if it can it works real well for me.


Plus I need some place to channel my overactive imagination, before I get too paranoid again. And since I'm not feeling particularly miserable, I've no inspiration for the typical teen poetry.


Anyway, Chrys, I hope to show you something decent soon, but meanwhile I think you might want to draw up a Christmas shopping list to pass the time. And if I don't produce something by then, well, you can try mimicking Legolas and use my picture for an urukai.


Next topic: My latest raves and faves.


I still love House. Muhahaha. But I'm guessing I have no need to elabourate on this one.


Next please.


Now that we've got Animax at home (YES!!), I've been watching this really cool (though very ancient) anime, Dan Dectective School Q. For all ye English-speaking fools who know not chinese nor japanese (and therefore may never have heard of this), as well as for those who are just pure idiots who can't guess what the anime is about from the really obvious title, it's about a student, Q (or Kyu, if you like), who successfully enrols in the prestigious DDS, a school that trains detectives, and solves crimes with buddies in his class.


I missed the first episode (WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH), but have watched from 2nd to 7th episode now. It's a bit like a lighthearted version of Kindaichi.


If I were to ramble on about all the cool scenes and situations in the series, I'll get no sleep tonight, or this morning, if you will. But I will tell you about the stuff that come after the end credits.


Up to episode 4, there's this guy (I think he's called Ryu) who appears after the end credits, helping out the police, or spending time with a cute little pre-adolescent girl in London or something, but he's never appeared in the actual show, except for a short time in episode 5. So it gets the viewers interest. In episode 4 he's seen flying off, and in the beginning of episode 5, he requests to go to DDS straightaway instead of to the mansion (what mansion? I don't know).


Then the episode goes on as usual, and after the end credits, there's a scene of someone bathing, and I thought, whoa, we're looking at a mysterious Ryu showering. After a few mysterious shots of showering, stepping out of the shower, getting a towel, we finally see the guy's face... and...


It is not Ryu.


Instead we get Kinta (one of Q's buddies), who looks out of the screen and demands, "Hey! What are you looking at?"


Talk about feeling cheated. But it was kinda funny.


Anyway, subsequently Ryu doesn't appear anywhere. But he's scheduled in the next episode. An actual appearance, apparently.


Oh! Today's case was solved mainly using the photograhic memory of Megumi, Q's other buddy. It's this totally amazing ability that literally mimicks the camera, taking "photos" of anything in an instant. For example, the victim in this episode (who, BTW, shared Megumi's ability) had just finished working on a white jigsaw (in case you have no idea what that is, it's a jigsaw puzzle with absolutely no picture, no line, not even a single dot, just plain white. CAN YOU IMAGINE DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT??? IT WOULD KILL THE MOST PATIENT OF PEOPLE!) When Kinta messed up part of it by accident, Megumi wasted no time in putting the pieces back in place, and she didn't have to start from the sides of the undisturbed part of the puzzle; she knew exactly where the pieces went, even though she'd never seen the puzzle before, and it was ruined by Kinta VERY shortly after.


It's literally having the ability to remember millions of details in a room after having seen it for a fraction of a second.


After the end credits, Megumi appeared to challenge the viewers to train photographic memory. She says, "Are you ready? Here it is!" And all of a sudden, a series of white numbers and letters appear against a black screen and, in the time it takes to blink, Megumi's back asking, "Did you catch that?" ZJJ and I were like, what??? I know there was a 79, but I didn't get the last digit, and I think I saw an AB behind. Megumi goes, "Let's try that again!" and the same thing happens...


You'd expect that I'd be able to get the full series this time right?


The number changed. I saw a 2 in front. And I didn't catch anything else.


ZJJ and I were like, WAHLAU!!! (We weren't the only ones. Q, Kinta and his fifth grade computer genius buddy were later shown gritting in pure agony and frustration)


Well, I guess I don't have photographic memory.

There's no such thing as a genius. It's just that some of us make really good idiots.

I'm still eating, but I'm slightly less depressed about what I was depressed about.


Now I'm depressed about my unemployment. As well as my steadily expanding rubber tires, if you know what I mean.


Being overweight doesn't exactly help get you employed in most cases.


I guess I should eat less. Problem: I eat more when I'm depressed. It's such a vicious cycle.


For those who were curious to know, Project Noel is currently on a standstill. May or may not continue. Ideal, of course, being will.


Started two other mini projects of my own while looking for a job or a useful skill to learn:

1. Sewing clothes. Currently taking my own sweet time on a test cheongsam on a doll (not barbie doll, though I should get one if I want to expand on #2) (inspired by Sone's prom outfit)
2. "Underground" business. Not illegal, I assure you. But not officially recognised either. I'm creating stuff (jewellry, bags, scrunchies, handphone pouches, the afore mentioned doll clothing) to sell to friends, aquaintances, and possibly online. Nothing sold secondhand. All handmade by yours truly. Unfortunately I'm starting off really slow. But hey, if I can make one piece of jewellry a day, and assuming I can sell them all off at the right price, I might be able to save enough to get my own sewing machine (hopefully science has progressed enough for a very small model to exist, coz the usual sized one will just be wasting my money), and then I'll be able to make stuff for sale quickly and neatly.

I'm not going to ask for donations and such, since there is a high chance this will fall through eventually, but if anyone has any beads, ribbons or scrap cloths they want to throw away, I'll gladly have them. I am having trouble on this mini project financially.

If this can get off to any sort of start, though, certain pple get a discount (won't say who here).

I love the class yearbook. Love ya Sok!

Love all of you, my 2005 class.

I wonder why no one took a picture of the "Seah Im Food" signs on our way to or from Sentosa. But enough of that. I know I should leave the guys alone now. I have other ways of scaring pple, and I have other victims to experiment on.

By the way, did ALL the girls get their hair and make up professionally done for prom? Coz I did mine myself. I think it shows...

Oh who cares. Prom was brilliant anyway. Tim, wonderful entrance for Bhangra.

Oh BTW, I "photoshopped" all my prom photos using Picassa 2. But I couldn't do anything about my waist. Bleh. At least the colours look nicer.

Very happy with the various reactions I got from pple who saw me that night. One guy nearly choked on his food, though, and it wasn't quite admiration.

I didn't see Miss J but she was there! Wah...

Didn't get a photo of Mr Wong. Maybe I should have told him I wanted to take a picture. But that would have been no fun. Some of my nicer shots were taken when the subject was caught off guard.

Oh yah... Can someone send me the prom class photo? Thanks loads.

Oh yah... If you know me personally and want to custom make some small piece of jewellry, pouch or what-nots, I'll do it for a fee. I get the money when you see the goods.

Hmm... that's all methinks...

I want to eat.

I'm psychologically disturbed.

I've been eating and eating since prom. And no exercise. Almost.


Why?


Coz there goes the two best years of my life. And I'm not getting it back.


I'm DEPRESSED, PEOPLE.


Tell a joke. Cheer me up. Entertain me.


Give me a hockey stick and let me hit you. Please. Pretty please with cherry on top.


And tell me how to password protect this thing just in case.

Give me advice

Should I tear down that gamepage? I don't think the hints will go anywhere.

I give up trying to be practical. I never really was.

Read the title... That's the reason I've put up an online diary again.


I know my mom is right... I know there's a potential danger of revealing too much.


What can I say? I'm stupid sucker for stupidity.


I have a more sentimental reason, but I won't say it here.


Will employ a tagboard soon I hope.