my throat is killing me mercilessly. & i have no idea why. seriously. woke this morning to the hugest shock. a turgid blister on my left thumb and a warpedly husky vocal. unpleasantries to begin the day really. then i looked at my phone. but in my quasi-slumber i knocked the damn phone over and it fell onto the floor. after i managed to get it up the damn thing was hanged at the opening in progress stage fer the msges. wth. so instinctively i pressed shut down. but the damn phone wouldnt off damnit. so i removed the batteries. and this is so darn freaky even now as i recall. the light and words remained on screen while the batt was in my hand ! scary. mm. so i reckoned it needed another fall to work again. and i was so darn right. plonk, inbox opened. retarded lah this stupid phone.

anyway, im in a better mood now cos i just heard yellowcard. (: yesterday girlfriend and i decided that travis is honestly awesome. i wanna get their cd-singles. its damn good. how to decide that a cd is good ? i listened to the first track. check. then the last track. check. then a random few. check check check. so, thats a treble tick. go get travis. the crumpler storeboy is cannot. cos glen & i decided to check out nice bags with gross pricetags so happily went to crumpler. and i saw my dream bag-seriously its gorgeous. but its like $149. 5-year plans to save henceforth commence. then he knew i wanted the bag, and after id made my intentions that i wanted to rob it when no one was looking, he happily took the bag and wore it, and modelled across the entire shop. so i indignantly told him to take it down cos its you know, my bag. but he didnt comply ! and so i wagged my finger at him and gf and i we left the shop, both without nice bags, but filled with hurting envy. :(

EVA MAE WU YIMEI ! YES YOU COINED IT ALLRIGHT. ALONG WITH YOGEY POGEY AND PORK CHOPS. ITS YER COPYRIGHT DARLING. (: HOWS IT OVER THERE. DONT, UH, GAMBLE AH. hahah. miss you mucha.
-theres always been an issue with people trying to tell me off. they claim that my name is too short to scold. e.g. LEE SHUEN ANN ! YOU IDIOT. or LIM SU HUI ! YOU PIG. it has to be three syllables in order fer the scolding to be wholly effected, you know. but since my name is uniquely double-syllabic and only that, people have been trying to give me prefixes like LIM & TAN so they can lash out in full malevolence. terrible, lah. i think i was made to see to peace, see. okay i caught yer tomato, stop throwing it already.

desperate housewives looks incredibly moronic and amusing. i wanna catch it. hahah. chill people, its gonna be a great week ahead. right ? lets see what my week will be like. make sense of yer current situation. if you can achieve this in a social setting, so much the better. (wth) expect to be the centre of attention for much of this and next week. (wth)
tsk wheres my favourite part. the part about,
oh, money will be flowing into yer pockets in mid week and by late week you'll find yer finances incredibly ample.
my life is sad lah.

i really dont like blisters.

& since everyone has been chiding me fer rendering this site defunct, shall prove many people wrong and revive it before optimistically leaving it again to fallow. life has been a ball. deflating, inflating, bouncing, rebouncing. whatever the case, im well and cool thanks fer thinking.
contrary to many others' belief, we are not facing peril. everything has been settled and im saying you all watch out. this quasi-crisis has made all of us stronger, both as sportspeople and rafflesians. and anything that has since come out of this cant be far from a challenging motivation. our mettle has been ground, and strengthened. so yes, we are back. bring it on.

i am still adjusting to this living-directly-five-step s-away-from-school thing. acclimatizing i might think. really it is odd. to awake to an array of crimson lights alongside green & white zombies slowly lumbering to school. i wake, eat my breakfast, and i wait ! i wait fer my girlfriend to be down the mpr. at round six fifty four. then we walk to school together. so, while my alarm previously was five forty five, it is now six forty five. an hour's more of dreaming. sometimes id rather wake earlier. those are the times when nightmares plagued slumber and monsters chased me in darkness. but im not complaining. opposite is good. homecooked dinner after training is good. i reckon i shall be skinned alive after this entry by residents of the east and west. i can already imagine them sharpening their knives. but oh what fun it is to annoy. hahah okay stop it already.

i wrote a poem. its a first because its a poem no one ever saw. maybe i'll show it, but i probably wont. for once, its a first-person's account.

this is the closest we have ever got. can you show the spirit.
yeah, yeah.

HELLO WORLD.
have been away, i know. and discreet, i know. and hidden, yes, that too.
so, tada. curtains unveil, and here i am, again.
before i say anything about my currency, i shall do a very belated shoutout to the people around. HAPPY NEW YEAR AH. TWENTY OH FIVE WELCOME. (:
okay check. now, changes to note.

-hair is relaxed and strangely long.

-rj is now opposite my home. and as i type this, i look out the window and the sprawling campus gleans in the evening mauve. very pretty i must say. the school is too darn big. what good are lifts when they dont operate to my instructions. you know, up means you actually want to go up and not descend. twit.

-self is now a j2. that means, i am on the brink of turning eighteen, something very appauling indeed. i am older and am, or at least should be, more mellow. okay scrap that. twas crap. being in year two means time is ridiculously scant and fun is indubitably truncated from our lives. latter part of statement clearly huge lie.

-white spots have spread. they are assailing my body like a medieval army besieging upon an old saboteur's castle. they are creeping unto my arms, white on black. and my face, patches that betray my canoeing exploits. maybe self is decaying. seventeen years of living in singapore leads one to this. tis shocking and tragic.

to a special piece of my puzzle : eiga may make me laugh and cry, but you make me smile more than anyone does. love you and always will. will be at the bus stop anytime, fer you. heart. (: