and so, after a very late entry which has just been moored into the present, just like that, i shall speak of more recent things. more dated 'vents that have kept my clock going.

rarrdarrarr, brain is currently stuffed with annoyance at the mother but it can still recall the party last night. last night the canoeists, along with coach came over for barbeque and pot luck. gosh there was alot alot of food. no no make that alot of good food. haowen's pineapple tarts and fried rice, dior's tom yam glass noodles and mango sago, clara, mich & tammy's carbonara and tomato sauce pasta, yoch and jia's vinaigrette salad, jx's chocolate fudge brownies, yash's very precious green curry, glen and my specially creamy potato salad, coach's assortment of marks&sparx chocolate, and the barbeque platter of chic wings, sausages, satay and other nonsense. so yes, delectables. (:

twas a pretty wet thing cos later almost everyone got pushed/pulled into the pool. and we did the pushing quite professionally actually. got like planning beforehand. formation of alliance, then, drag. we separated the body virtually and allotted parts to different people. so if you got the left leg you just carry it and then, dunk.
you would think that from the manner in which i describe these sly tactics i would have averted my own casualty. but no, mine was a pretty sorry sight. i was crawling fer mercy and yelling fer help but suddenly, plonk. and i was supersoaked. ah, the kind of gratitude yer team mates show after a year's wholehearted care and concern fer them. HONESTLY. tsk. so, like a vengeful ghost who passed with regrets aplenty, i made sure those who drenched me got drenched back. HAHAH. okay okay very bad right, tsk but HEY, THEY STARTED IT.

anyway we still the L word each other. hahah. okay i better stop before LIN kills me on or off the train.

whats it like being an orphan. or maybe, whats it like having peace.
i dream, i dream.

tblog is a screwed up monster. it ate my post only to belch it out,
as a regurgitating cow, a few days later, now.
heres what i spouted on xmas' eve.

maybe scrooge had been rejected by the lady at the bubble tea machine
maybe scrooge had been pickpocketed in the train
maybe scrooge had been ignored by the lackadaisical police
maybe scrooge had met with a tragically ignorant taxi driver
maybe scrooge had been two hours late for a xmas eve dinner

it sure isnt easy to keep up with a jolly spirit when all these happened just yesterday. i solemnly excuse scrooge for not indulging in the festive season wholeheartedly. am sad, got pickpocketed of my wallet in the train. sigh. nothing much to say really. confronted with thousand subtleties on how to break the news to my parents, at the same time having to explain for my two-hour late presence at my family xmas eve function, i found courage and, coupled with a mammoth load of anguish, said the words there and then at the front door, where relatives and family were cheering to the yuletide, gay and wholesome. " i got pickpocketed " immediately the atmosphere steamed and the more i described my encounter the angrier and sadder i felt. after ive said my piece i went straight to my room, sat at my desk, and shut my eyes for a good five minutes. no good missing my wallet now. studied my police report and it just looked totally, unwarranted for. why. still, i had to partake of the xmas food and carry out cool-hearted conversations. which i did. four years in ld taught me well. skipping dessert, which i never do, i went off, ignoring forbidding slants from the mother, into my room.

i opened my first xmas present. and it seriously cheered me up alot, alot.
it was the first album released by the tlc. (my band, me and jose)
all of nineteen tracks. my gosh, that boy's so ingenious. so i listened to last christmas and twas good. i snapped back into original mode and began sending xmas smses. thank yoo tlc partner.
+ youre lovely, with yer smile so warm,
and my boat is filled with styrofoam,
and thats lovely,
just the way you look tonight. (: +

just as scrooge was saved by the ghosts, i was revived by terribly lazy crows. yayyness.

gonna hop down to clementi later on to yash's sister's wedding. such a busy yet happy occasion. went there yesterday and dior, jia, gf and i, we helped her prepare for the feast today.  i, washed the vegetables. while dior and jiaying were chicken masseuses, their hands all frozen, wading in an enormous pot of minced chicken & honey mustard.
gf stirred the quail eggs because (YOU HAVE TO READ THIS ITS VERY INGENIOUS) yash says, if, when boiling eggs, you stir them continuously, the yolks will be moved to the exact center. oh my so clever right. so i tried my hands at it, and immediately i broke three eggs, out of five hundred. yash chided me GENTLY, explaining that im too strong
fer eggs, and instantaneously gave me another bundle of vegetables to wash, which im pretty good at i must say. so ive discovered a secret. shh, ive got green fingers. TEEHEEHEE. anyway, after washing the leaves, she very subtly told me that they were for decor. so hurting but i took in my stride. see, im not one fer revenge. later im going over with a chopper by the way.

samantha koodoos my darling partna is leaving on nyd, that is very saddening. hey girl, i, have so much so much to say, but im just afraid when i meet you on the thirtieth these words wont get out because i dont wanna waste any time getting us sad. we gotta be happy and make yer departure flight a pleasant one okay. i remember when i met you in sec three diligence, we were both cold, not registering each other. our ideas clashed and our personalities so similar that making friends was out of the question, entirely. over time, i realised some of the best ideas were when both sides were put together, and you had so much to offer. and itd be plain dumb to continue trying to keep a distance. so we became closer, and closer. later we even did our rap gig, and sat together in class, munching on cornflakes and oats behind the backs of teachers. then after school we sang, and went fer drama. between lessons we played nonsense like hei bai pei, teasing the large colour difference between my black skin and yers, white. sam youre one of a kind and i know that im gonna miss you tons when youve gone. i always knew you were on yer way to some other place than here, it was only a matter of time before you flew. but because its so scarily soon, and because i know i wont have many chances to say this anymore, and because you are you, yogs loves you sam. stay special, stay starkissed. (: -hugs.

merry xmas world, henceforth begins my christmas.

am back from the expedition, entering civilisation has never been so relieving and comfortable. i feel like human once again. three days out at sea has been a terrific experience. not terrific wonderful but terrific exceptional. anyway, my partner jose was better than fun so we had a swell time rowing. he and i, we set up a carolling service to lighten up the draining consecutive hours of rowing all of us were going through. so we sang to all the other boats. we are the tlc. (terribly lazy crows) and we released an album and even had a concert on water. being a celebrity is hard work. we had crazy fans who tried to stalk us and ram into our boats, terrible terrible. yayy dk19 (: hahah. on pulau hantu there existed no electricity so we went around in pitch darkness, a lucky few having possession of a kerosene lamp. insects flew around like they owned the island, and bugs assailed like blood was free. at night, when we couldnt see much more than ourselves, the girls went to the shore and relived lost childhoods. we played simple games and had unbelievably great fun. i love the team, alot. (: these three days we managed to catch up with darling tammy as well, whom we have been missing prior to the exped cos she had attachment and hongkong. very nice, that girl's voice is incredible. together, she and dior, they can form a symphonic band, comprising solely trumpets cymbals and drums. (aka noisy as hell) we love them all the same lahh. then girlfriend and i went to the jetty and for a good ten minutes we just wandered off in our own worlds, looking at the stars aplenty, and enjoying the breeze. twas really nice i wanna live on a jetty.
we went fer a team dinner after. which was seriously quite cool.
yayy rj canoeists are tops. (:

i only knew yesterday, that men have to shave their face. yee meng said if they dont, they get hairy faces which i believe is really undesireable. it must be troublesome, and rather dangerous, to have to shave one's face. especially the contoured areas. so i have concluded that i have fairly disciplined male friends, and as much as i find my male classmates to be retarded at most times, i must say their faces have never quite bothered me with awkward growth of hairs. very impressive. speaking of hair, i want to grow a goatee. bernice recommends yun nam hair care but i think i shall go find a cheaper alternative, like cream. dinner at marche with farts was rockin. yayy we're meeting again this thurs fer filming of japan hour, very exciting. imbecilic hadri tricked me that carmen electra was a fellow batchmate who designed the orientation shirt 05. rarrr. how in the world would i know who carmen electra is. tsk.

anyway, to more current affairs, marathon of 25 km was on sunday. yayy. hahah twas quite interesting, the start of the race with close to 250 boats at launch off point was very impressive. the majesty of the waves was quite a sight. and as paddles cut tides and boats rode crests, the long journey ensued. soon enough it ended hoho. am real happy i met people
whom i havent seen fer very long, like amanda, weiling-K1 JUNIOR WOMEN CHAMPION, joyce and ee tuck hoho. (: then the team very happily trotted down to the marina bay fer gastronomical warfare. we were so so hungry lahh. twas very sad cos the steamboats were not halal and yash was like surviving on kinder bueno, split and banana cake. rest of us tucked in like cannibals before a bloody massacre. clara haowen and tammy you guys are not forgotten i promise. (:

then after we ate and were damn damn full it was damn funny cos like we had a lot of leftover BECAUSE greedy person -ahem DIOR kept on taking these weird coloured balls, and plonging them into the soup. not even like fishballs lahh, they were like variety aplenty. one looked like a monsters eyeball, green with measles, another like goats eye with red mosquito bites and- okay i should stop its making me itch. oh and smart dior happily put CRAB into like the non-seafood soup and so know ive got rash and a headache. but its subsided lahh. moron know that girl. then so back to the leftovers. we had this massive leftover treasure hiding time. we placed balls inside egg shells and beehoon and stingrays into cups, making concoctions looking like chendol with a really bad estimate of the proportion of jelly to drink. cleverly i pushed meatballs into my drink can. so smart right. then we sneakily walked off. i could have said ran off but truth is, we were all damn full and the best we could manage was a really measured pace of walking. yes, so off we went, never turning to see if the aunties did sniff out the national treasure. yes, heroic we were. i love the team. damn we're the rockin rowers. (:
went then with girlfriend to get yash something to fill her grumbling stomach. we went to breeks ! fer her beef noodles. i wanted ice honey lemon tea and glen wanted ice passion tea but i had fifty cents and she less than i, so no drinks. -swallows.
thank you yash fer buying me fruities. (: its my favourite, really. rosinen mit schokolade. -swoons. love you mr yash. lol.

my bestfriend is in the heart of aussie. i miss her sorely. we met last week and it was damn fun hoho. sometimes at her expense i admit hahah. we went aiwo which was like damn damn cool. healthy buffeting hahah. and then we cauht cage on screen. he is damn cool lahh. so charming. i like that show. and ah wee claims i like old men who are balding. so what. he's my national treasure, teeheehee. okay okay get a grip i know.
hey di if youre reading this come back soon okay, i miss yoo much much. school weed harh harh.
okay ive typed enough, will type more soon hoho.

to glenda lee : tmr, nine forty, HEEHEE.

intended to sleep in today since im brewing in form fer marathon and all. okay not so good an excuse but still i had thought of sleeping in because i wanted to continue being carmen sandiego and solve thrilling mysteries in my sleep. but my bod was hungry and snapped outta bed a lil after nine. so after oatmeal squares, yoghurt, milo and a jello bagel, im satisfied and shall go watch lilo and stitch. but before that before that, i shall eagerly await msges from steph and CHANG ! oh gosh im so excited i wanna see them soon, like -snaps now. (:

steph the retarded golfer lets go yer club and swim and bowl okay okay. then we can eat that laksa and then go yer place to play ball ! gosh this is damn exciting. by the wayy, I MISS YOU (:

charmaine yee my siamese twin i wanna be with you once again, so we can grunt and yell and laugh and clap like no other. meet soon before my trainings suck time and my schedule looks horrid all over again okay. msg me darling. WHAT YOU WAITING FOR ! see, gwen stefani chides you.

g-leandra the singapore idol reject can you hurry up prepare yer place fer stayover then we can happily traipse from bishan to carrrefour to pick up yer saralee, my veggie pies, our potato cakes, our funghi pizza, duncan hines' bakeables, cherry garcia ben&jerrys, nysuperfudge ben&jerrys, vanilla LIKE IT OUGHTA BE ben&jerrys, red bean buns, shaomai, golden delicious apple chips, TOGGI, chocolate raisins, and and jumbo pack m&ms-no mint though. AND ET CETERA. okay okay i'll see you tmr at eight forty yeah. run water weights. hoho. AND PLEASE BRING MONEY SO WE CAN GO FER DINNER AFTER - oh shux i just realised ive got arts fac comm dinner at marche. allright dont miss me too much darling, i'll bring you peanut butter granola. you bring me yer leftover cereal okay. set. GGXX TO THE MAX. HAHAHAHAHAH. i dont even know what the hell that really means. ask him.

ever since ive learnt that infuriate is a more intense form of annoy, ive decided that parents infuriate. the closest adults to you may very well be the ones who scare you about the lap into adulthood. i wanna be peter pan. not only do you never grow up, you own a peanut butter brand, how cool is that. AND i would fly. mmm. magnetic.
bennett has a new found glorious way of retorting, mostest annoying. to whatever you say to him, he'll go, "SOOOOO ?" which is damn damn irritating cos he does it eyes open wide, with a half-raw look, nose wrinkled, and then drags the "SO" fer damn damn long. makes me wanna pick up any object in immediate vicinity and fling it at him. i fergot my age last night and when he did the "so" thing to me i just rattled and i couldnt stop in time. SO SO SO, SUCK YER TOE, ALL THE WAY TO MEXICO, FLUSH YOU DOWN THE TOILET BOWL. there. i never said i wanted to grow up so leave it as that.

i love you mum, i love you dad, but we all know love's a four-lettered word.