I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, I lie to myself
I'm the boy that eats his heart out

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss and she's a safecracker
She kissed me first and then broke in

We slip and slide on the stay-together landmine
I make my mind up to never be myself
And every time I make a rhyme
I live my life for someone else

Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the kitchen with bitter diamond drunks
(She's in the way)
I'm on the sofa hoping she leaves that punk cause
(I'm in the way)

I'm the boy with the poetry power
I'm the boy, smells like flowers
Every time I make a rhyme
I live my life like I wasn't invited

Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the way
I'm in the way

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, she kissed me first
And I'm the boy, don't get me started

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss, she's a safecracker
She kissed me first, then broke in

Oh-whoa-whoa

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Mood:swings.
not the mood swing kind of swing, but the i'm-so-happy-i-don't-wanna-come-down kinda swing.

El olvl oral was a breeze and i'm healthy.
i'm feeling fit, energetic AND happy.
anddddddddd it's becauseee.. my bowels are finally in working condition and i'm finally able to have SOLID digestion.

YAYYYYY!
oh my god. i loveeeeeeee my faeces.
i missed it soooooo much.
LOL. i sound mental. HA HA.
But if you have everrrrrrrrh been on the rocks, you'll understand why i'm saying solid waste should be treasured like gold nuggets.

Warning: please read the following below only after ensuring an empty stomach. :D thanks.

Imagine sitting on the toilet bowl with your stomach churning wildly and your insides stirring and gurgling intensely and then here comes a sudden runny release like a leaking non-stop tap.

Familiar? i tell you, that kind of experience?
Horrendous.

That's not the worst thing.
You'll actually get to hear the 'pleasing' pitter patter of your stools as it rains down into the bowl and woooahhh, the smell, intoxicating rightttt.

my nightmare started at midnight to arnd one.
SICKENING. At first, my shit was soooo bloody aromatic that i felt like fainting.
Then came the double oh-no's.
i belched simultaneously and this whole yellow stream of liquid came flying out.
AND AND AND then it started shooting out in torrents.
My dinner flew out, literally.

I wanted to scold 'fuck it'.
plus a whole long string of profanities.
It was so freaking unbearable the tears came uninvited.

The last uh-oh?
my fever came.
!@#$^%07@#!#@$

i nida thank my mum here. she was sooooooo heroic she cleared the mess when she felt like gagging and when i was in my wimpy, weepy state.

WELL, anws, its the worst combination you can get::
fever + vomitting + diarrhoea.
3 in 1 = happy family = gg.
good luck mans.

SOOOOOOO, the funniest part was on the 2nd day, i went to see the doctor. when i told him i had food poisoning due to fried cheese from fromage, he gave me the incredulous, i wanna-burst-out-laughing-NOW look.

What's more crap?
he diagnosed me with stomach cramps.
6 minute pills for 29 dollars.

legalised full-time scammers.
and my mum happily indulged the clinic when the vivid image of the horrid lumps of cheese swimming around in the gooey fluid started to haunt her again.

i was like holy shit.
i can't eat any edible food, (after surviving miserably on porridge for 2 days),
AND i missed drinking my holy milk, (without milk, my grow-taller mission was foiled),
AND nowww i'm extorted of my $$$$.

okay, i should stop complaining.
my main pt of the day-
APPRECIATE HEALTHY shit.

of course, not the constipated kind.

in the past, i used to take my shit for granted.
Sigh sigh sigh errrghhh. now i know howwwww important it is.
i'm sorry shit.
i love you sooooo muchhhhhhhh.
i'll never make you or let you leave me EVER. *HUGGIES*

whoops. omg. i can't imagine myself hugging shit.

Oh, and i'm rly grateful to foureleven and the teachers for giving me a warmmmmm welcome back to class. (x hehe, i love you peepos!

Yep, BTW YOU PPL, made me, charmaine, meiling, cheuk yiu, adriel, hong han and amanda stay back to do the teacher's day card, while you guys went for orals.
MEI LIANG XIN.

BOO HOO. ^~^pp
AHA!

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Mood: bangs head
cause i cantttt stop thinking 'bout youuuuuu.

surprisingly, we got away with mr liu aftr poning like almost the entire 45mins of his lesson.

haha, all cause of blueeeeeeee. lalalalala, i'm not gonna say what sorta embarrassing thing she got herself intoooo. HAHAS. LOL. well, anw, we were stuck in the toilet for the whole 45 mins if you're rly THAT interested.

anwwwwww, aftr watching the class video, AGAIN, which zhicheng sent me, i got all sentimental. RAWR. can you guys actually believe that the four years are almost overrrhhhhhh?! god, i feel like crying. *sniffs*

i rly hope we guys will be able to meet uppppppp for gatherings like how my dad does with his primary school friends, still. haha, yeah, i'm not kidding. you can actually see the stark differences when you compare my dad's primary school class photo with the most recent dinner-gathering one.

10 years downnnnnnn the road, what will happen to us huhs? hmmmmm...
will you be married? HO HO.
will you be a father or a mother alr? HA HA.
will you miss the days that happened 10 years back?
will you come for the gathering in 2020?
will your answer be: (v~v)yes, (x-x)i dontknow, or (o.o)no.
lets just wait for time to tell. (8

i'm like suddenly envisioning everybody.
i seriously can't imagine adriel 10 years from now. LOL.

well well, this was last year's.
kor still has his specs on and chong han is sooooooo patrickkkk.
hahahahahaha.



and for the two years.

side note:
the following is by billy joel.
i happened to chance upon it while randomly net searching. hahas.
its a beautiful piece. (:

Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.

btw, anyone know what's wrong with blogger and facebook?
its so shitty now. D:

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i love sleeping. yes, i do.
who doesn't?
i would be lying if i said i didn't enjoy it one bit.
(although most of the time, i realised it was thoroughly enjoyable only after waking up.)

i bet 10 out of 10 people would say they love sleeping.
AHA. the best thing? you can't do anything about it even if you hate it.

which brings me back to my point - my sleeping habits.
After 16 years with my eyes opened, (and closed, of course), i can safely conclude that there're two groups of people:
1. the turn in early cum rise and shine early category
2. the sleep late; wake up late category

okay, come to think of it, i kinda fall under the latter.
it sort of worked out this way:

p1: to bed at 9pm.
p2-p4: 9.30pm was alr considered late.
p5-p6: 10.30pm was the maximum. any later, i get shot.
sec1: crashed at 11pm.
sec2: 11.45pm. (i was burning the midnight oil, ya'knowwww.)
sec3: 12am is the latest, along with the occasional 1 or 2am.
sec4: 12-2am. perpetual 1's. (what i did? i was hugging buddha's feet.XD)

Conclusion~
Trend: as i grow older, i sleep "earlier".
Relationship: my age is inversely proportional to my sleeping hours.

i'm seriously starting to consider quitting afternoon naps.
*wriggles pinkie*
what i mean is, there's a cycle to everything and i have stupidly fallen prey to this vicious cycle. The worst thing about me in category 2 is the fact that i sleep late, wake up early.
And trust me, i know at least more than five people who are my night crawling partners.
Yea, and i know this is a typical teenager's sleepstyle, nowadays.

like what laoba said, i guess the afternoon naps are rly killing me.
they're changing my sleeping habits.
its now horribly twisted and i'm too lazy to change it. :D

because i take naps, i can't sleep at night until the wee hours.
i'm too tired to do anything or stay up late till the usual acceptable bedtime of 11pm.
the next morning, when i come home, what's the first thing i do?
i drop dead.

this goes on and on and on and on and on....
until...............
i HAVE eyebags.
plus dark eye circles.
which is all together another topic i would like to rant about.

*screeches to a halt*
my post alr seems never-ending, sooooo i'll do it next time.
btw! anybody mind telling me what's the acceptable bedtime?

OH AND I WANT ANOTHER BBALL SESSION!
or kayaking.
i don't mind both.
and i can't waittttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. (8

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Mood: STAND UP.

PLOP.
090809.
COOL DATE, COOL DAY, CELEBRATION DAY.
i'm back to shout out three things. :D

1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!
2. HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY GRANNY! andddddd
3. HAPPY FIVEEEE MONTHS!

WOOT.



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Mood: blimp
Yo mama's so fat she left in high heels and came back in flip flops.

WOOT.
the 3 SPAs are over.
Can't believe it. Just a month ago, i was still worrying about the science practicals, and nowwww, whooosh, they're gone gone gone.

riddiculous experiments and skills1.2.3.
nonsense.
:D

well, anw, i'm here because i feel blimp! WOOH.
ANDDDD its all thanks to yiyang.
for saying i'm skinny, AGAIN.
and making me feel so depressed. (T~T)

BUT I DON'T CARE.
I AM FAT.
I.
AM.
FAT.

i LOVEEEE fat.
fat, yes. i feel fat.
i gained 1 kilogram in the span of 2 months and that's a freaking lot for me.
its the greatest accomplishment everrrh.

[yiyang, you can go and die man. BLEAH. I AM FAT OKAY, fatter than you in 2 months.
i'm not letting you put me down! BOOO BOO BOO. (^~^p).. ]

seriously, why can't i want to BE fat.
okay, fatter.

why isn't there such a thing as fat donation?
gooosh, its like ALOTTTT of people will benefit from it.
the african babies and people like me.
people who are despo enough to want to gain the miserable feel kilos.
and why is everyone around me saying they are fat!?
its so depressing.

oh oh oh. AND I LIKEEEEEEEE FAT.
!!
the ohhmygawdgodgod-googoocrazy soooooooo cuteeee people or animals or things will defintely fall under the category 'FAT' or 'CHUBBY' or 'BLIMP'. (eg. yaohong and kongfu panda.)
they have
1. chubby, round cheeks (those you feel like pinching)
2. a paunch (one you feel like poking)
3. and they look huggableeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
4. 圆嘟嘟!

okay, yaohong doesn't have a paunch and tiny1 is cute too.
(btw, flab is disgusting.
totally gross.)

seriously i wouldn't mind marrying someone round and chubby. imagine the good days when you get to hug that prized, round, chub of fat. AND IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT, you get to poke and pinch and bounce whatever.

come to think of it, you can even get to hug fat life-size.
ARGH. i wantttttttttt it man.

OMG. i sound crazy.
i think there's something wrong with me mann.
like everybody tells me i am mad for being abnormal.
as ifffffffff, i need any of that alr.

I JUST WANT TO BE FAT.
FULLSTOP.

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mood: glup
i hate thhhhhhis.

urgh.
i don't understand why god made girls undergo menstruation.
fuggly, disgusting smelly process.
and worst of all, it comes monthly.
(maybe to some, its bimonthly.)
but the point is, if u're a normal girl, who is going to be a woman,and who will definitely make your way through puberty, ho ho.
congratulations. Cause you'll get this for at least 6 times per annum.

SUCKS big time.
why the hell am i even pointing this out when every girl knows this?
ITS BECAUSE, not a single guy knows how excruciatingly, torturing, painful and sickening it can be.
and kudos to my brother, who still has the nerve to rub it in.

AT LEAST BE GRACIOUS.
and allow me to skip my swimming in peace.
who wants to pon swimming lah! you think i did it on purpose?
Toot.

come to think of it, do you people(i mean the men here) know what kind of shitty experience we girls, and women, go through? the first time it came was like striking birdshit on your head instead of lottery.

feels like gender discrimination in mankind.
D. A. R. N. heaven and hell.
we girls still have to go through the labour and pains of giving birth, plus the stupid menopause in the later stages of life (in which you boys dont have, unless you refer to the pot-bellies middleaged men have), and thats whyyyyyyyyy, we get to release a little of our frustrations through mood swings.

And bloody hell, stop complaining that i am screaming insanely at you, cause i cannnn afford to go insane, remember? you boys, only have to go ns for 2 and a half years. that's so minimal.

what we go through lasts for half a life-time.
and faggot,
if you roooolllll your eyes one more time, i'll scream at you until you go deaf.