:: punched, drunk and loved ::

Sonntag, August 29, 2004

y do i have to meet u today?

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Samstag, August 14, 2004

fever.

it was |6:11:00 PM|

Donnerstag, August 05, 2004

well put by papa, "league of the BIG 20" n mavis's "club20" n "increase in value everyyr" (btw.. later i must box u! remind me to box u ah!)

our delicious apple crumble! which will definitely be well-known for it's fabulous TASTE.. (n nothing else)
candice trying to peel apples, joanne guesstimating the butter/flour, me trying to lay the top skin of the crumbly crumble... (ALL three rather unsuccessfully)..
n us being the BIG KAYPOHS that we are.. not sleeping but doing PI work..
the really CUTE mousey cake from all those "real" cake shops... (joanne.... i luv u! u still noe me the best)

n the bug.

n re-liting n re-blowing the candles n re-singing the song n re-taking the photos so that we can get a perfect shot.. until i've even celebrated my 24th bday...
n there's ailing's wonderful cake which broke the knife which tried to cut it...

n the other bug waved right into my face.

photos n videos will be up soon. but then again i'm so lazy... ah wells. photos n videos will be available upon request.

thankew candice joanne the-bug-which-candice-tried-to-save jiayun mavis wenshan lynnkoh diana weiting ivan eric lo chuanX eric tan yating eric boon eric tan II benedict my lovely sista kenn ailing-who-discovered-the-Really-Unconventional-choc-cake yuxun peilin brenda aishah rudy-o-the-first-rudy william huiping kelly kenrus-notice-my-name-is-kai-shu kelvin "papa" christopher-yueyangwei! the entire 3rd level engine canteen mavis's good fren tan ek khoon the damn cute guy we spotted at the sci fac's bus stop the cute guys on 151 n 156 my daddy mommy sisters-who-really-gave-me-a-BUG my genie jeannie.. thankew!

2 hrs ago, a big bombshell suddenly unfolded n made itself clear to me n made me feel like the biggest idiot ever.

am still recovering from the initial shock n flat outright denial since this morning.

it was |11:48:00 PM|

Mittwoch, August 04, 2004

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

it was |12:46:00 AM|

Sonntag, August 01, 2004

today is an extremely cold day for july. i must've drowned myself with at least half a dozen packets of milo.

http://flinch.org/chris/2004/07/carb-schmarb.htm

crabby crabby crabby. there's really no such things as frens forever eh.

i adore the ingeniuty of tt mcdonald's advert. whoever came up with it has a clever sense of sick humour. not the ronald's one on kids' central mind u. (but shit. that jitty is stuck in my head.) but the sharing was so easy... until my first fry. pretty well sums up sweet rural communal vs the more than one evil way of the heart-attacks inducing metropolis. if u can get that sick humour too.

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now pple.. do u recognise some of the stuff there?

it was |12:55:00 AM|

oh yes there's dear froggie hiding in a corner..

it was |12:51:00 AM|