love to the fullest? * / 1:11 AM

It's past 1 am now.I have just reached home from k-box with the same pals:George,Emily ,Hui Jun and her sister.I sure tortured my voice box and my throat feels like it's been rubbed against sand paper.Two days of late night out .Yesterday i went over to Hui Jun's place for mahjong session and lost again.I haven't been winning at all for this whole year and my sixth sense tells me i would never win as long as it involves gambling.But i still wanna because losing the money somehow makes it okay for me because it helps block out my feelings.

I try to comfort the tears and hate that is slowly taking over by reading a few post of the blog of yours.The post on 17 February 2007.Starting from line 34 to 38.It tells a lot about words.Words that mean , lovely and all but hurts when it becomes stale.As well as the post on 10 December 2006 ,line 9 reminds me that you are back at Genting now except that this time , its with your friends.You left without a message reply which let me figured that you probably don't want to talk about anything anymore untill you come back.I know your target is the casino and most probably poker and a whole bag of money back.

Time passes ,i remembered how i managed to lie to my mum that i would be going for chalet but instead went over the borders for Genting.Sure, i would never forget the two nights we spend there with Cl ,Tracy and Jenny.The stupid things we did on the coach that we boarded,how we tried to smuggle ourselves in and how we were thrown out by the guards, how we ate ice cream with my teeth chattering in the misty icy air,how you show your gusto by walking in front of me in the haunted house ride despite feeling just as scared as i was.All theses memories that always make me smile,they only last for seconds now before my tears take over.Because i know they are just as broken as i am now...

i can't continue reading the posts anymore, it feels like a revenge of the past but i know it's not.

Finally eighteen although i do not look my age .I am a miniature machine gun.can be real noisy and high at times.more to outdoors.

I am currently studying in Republic Poly and don't ask me why i ended up here.but afterall i have meet some great and fun friends here :) at times i look at my horoscope and decide on how i should spend my day.I may view situations in complex thinking and a thousand possible outcomes.
I feel short but i don't mind people disturbing me as long as it makes them happy haha.but still of course i still want to grow taller if you have any elixir please recommend to me .

Yeah one thing i dislike it when people take unnecessary plastic bags , please save the world and yourself by taking less of these and especially wooden chopsticks!!I like to observe people,just to study their behaviour to predict their next move :) but i am not psychotic !I just wish i could take up psychology
I am beginning to see this world to the best of my ability.
I am really trying to look at the bright side.


I truly like ballet,and somehow i always wish i could dance again but i know i can't afford to do that.
I like reading novels , so far the best must have been "The notebook ,Dear John and Where rainbows end" particularly from Nicholas Sparks and Cecelia Ahern.
for your information i really like eating cakes, those with heavy toppings of cream yum yum :p it has been rather long since i had them really often.

I can really laugh over the slightest thing when my laugh-o-meter goes extremely high .No need to describe how I am a really clumsy person and i trip over the weirdest things..




there's alot of things which i wish i could do , i wanna go up and float around on the hot air balloon and fly somewhere far for awhile

see you there at Bahamas!!

love to the fullest? * / 1:11 AM

It's past 1 am now.I have just reached home from k-box with the same pals:George,Emily ,Hui Jun and her sister.I sure tortured my voice box and my throat feels like it's been rubbed against sand paper.Two days of late night out .Yesterday i went over to Hui Jun's place for mahjong session and lost again.I haven't been winning at all for this whole year and my sixth sense tells me i would never win as long as it involves gambling.But i still wanna because losing the money somehow makes it okay for me because it helps block out my feelings.

I try to comfort the tears and hate that is slowly taking over by reading a few post of the blog of yours.The post on 17 February 2007.Starting from line 34 to 38.It tells a lot about words.Words that mean , lovely and all but hurts when it becomes stale.As well as the post on 10 December 2006 ,line 9 reminds me that you are back at Genting now except that this time , its with your friends.You left without a message reply which let me figured that you probably don't want to talk about anything anymore untill you come back.I know your target is the casino and most probably poker and a whole bag of money back.

Time passes ,i remembered how i managed to lie to my mum that i would be going for chalet but instead went over the borders for Genting.Sure, i would never forget the two nights we spend there with Cl ,Tracy and Jenny.The stupid things we did on the coach that we boarded,how we tried to smuggle ourselves in and how we were thrown out by the guards, how we ate ice cream with my teeth chattering in the misty icy air,how you show your gusto by walking in front of me in the haunted house ride despite feeling just as scared as i was.All theses memories that always make me smile,they only last for seconds now before my tears take over.Because i know they are just as broken as i am now...

i can't continue reading the posts anymore, it feels like a revenge of the past but i know it's not.