TIME AFTER TIME
YOU REALISE YOU DON'T MEAN IT.

today i had a NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE (NDE). and like all NDEs should be, it was an Awfully (pun intended) enlightening one. i've learnt that i can never ever be aneroxic. people who know me would know i eat every 4hrs. i don't eat huge portions, cos i get sick of the same food easily. so when i was unable to eat for 6hrs due to overworking, i sat on the bus reeling from a giddy head and nauseaus tummy, and all my feeble legs could carry was the short distance frm the bus stop to my doorstep. i was completely incapable of meeting anyone for supper (sorry, k) or even walking to the nearest fast food chain 5 mins away from my house. so a wave of relief swept over me when mommy called to tell me she can ONLY cook maggi mee for me. ONLY?!?!? i was more than elated to devour the entire packet of mee, (along with 2 apples and 2 cups of green tea) though usually i can only finish half a packet cos i'd get really sick of it. i don't even remember tasting it at all, just concentrated on getting the whole bowl down my gullet as fast and furiously as i could. so yes, nicole richie, i would really like to be as skinny as you but my sole attempt has strongly hinted that i have no such willpower nor impetus, despite stretching my limits to greater heights.

eeps, i would never want to be at such a state of starvation ever again !!!!!

and by the way, a quarter of a 3D 15cm-diameter chocolate boob is all that is needed to create my new aversion to chocolate and cream, previously thought to be almost a staple. now the mere thought of it makes me wanna BARF.

my poor tummy has gone through a lot indeed in this short NDE of mine.

anyway, on less morbid moments..

we Y mocha and pink tiles!


and we also Y circles! (pls ignore intense holey area braces to the rescue soon)


don't be deceived by my apprehensive face. i was reticent to take a shot, not at the fooddddd. banana choc cupcake w nutella was HEAVENLY (tho right now, i reitarate my serious aversion to chocolate hence the sudden appropriateness of the eeps face)

gasp! is it possible? huiyi even smaller than her usual tiny frame!

after scaling mountains and hills and feeling all touristy and adventurousy,

i arrived in a white pony! (yea, right)


here we are, our dreamy bookland where we wandered in awe..


while i was busy reading off the wall,


huiyi found some self-identification, which we will all nod gravely to in agreement..

it says 'how to cook a wolf' &hwee has her cutlery all ready.. hahah..

venturing further..


something catches my eye!


peering peering..

lemme in!!
prison break madness aside, there was also moon gazing..


you can't see it but there it was, a moon shining brightly in the day
then we also spotted a lil kitty (sorry for bad visuals but i'm lazy to rotate it)


so we decided it needed some company


but miao!! it looks away! act dao!

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spoke too soon, so much for unmorbid thoughts.
everyone's leaving..
i'm gonna miss this girl

brightly wound says:
youre gna be too cool for me
overlapping melodies says:
NO MAN
overlapping melodies says:
YOURE MY SISTER AND YOULL ALWAYS BE

>:c

/the wreckers; lay me down

YOUR TIME IS OVER, GOODNIGHT.

today i am reminded again as to why i love Ichiban Sushi.. and how pumpkin goes well with egg, as good as salmon pairing up with cheese or asparagus.. at the end of the day food will always make my day. so if i haven't had a good day i'll be going home to hershey's cookies and cream or that entire neat compartment of rolling tiny red apples as i draw the fridge. it's that easy. or not, if my supply dwindles. so judging from that i guess today was kinda revivable..

@ toy museum, my fave was prolly erm, the hopskotch..


I put millions of miles Under my heels And still too close to you I feel, I am not your rolling wheels I am the highway I am not your carpet ride I am the sky I am not your blowing wind I am the lightning I am not your autumn moon I am the night

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'narcissism is a condition defined mostly by disablingly low self-esteem, requiring the sufferer to seek almost constant recognition and reward.'

another word, another term, another issue that, like any other, reminds us there's always two sides to any story, a reason to fault and blame just like there's a reason for guilt, room for indifference as there is room for love (desp. housewife taught me that the opposite of love is not hatred but indifference.. ha ha..), but then again on another whole new dimension there is never black and white but the shades of grey and how everything goes down to a point of unending utter pointlessness..
..no i don't know what i'm rambling about

/la rocca; goodnight.

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ouch.

CUT ME OUT OF HERE

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tdy i made another 50bucks by doing hideous monthly job. all that smiling was killing me but alright shan't complain, it was only an hour;;
killer job #o2 tutoring the twins - Fern was singing (screaming) her school's camp songs loudly at the top of her lungs and refusing to listen to me as usual. post-camp blues..

and then i go and spend my money on a REALLY PRETTY and also REALLY HOLEY blouse. no it wasn't obscene in any way but some delusional fat ass prolly squeezed into S before me and ripped it but yes i bought it anyway. okayokay hyperbole.. i exaggerate. was a lil rip-a-tat.. but still.

my day with c, thus shall end off with something for her..

this is why sometimes some people can be excused for hating cats..
and choose to favour bunny lovess instead..
(i.e me.. no this ain't mine.. adorable aren't they..!)

ha ha.. don't kill me.

p.s DON'T ASK ME ABOUT UNI ADMISSIONS.

/strays don't sleep; for blue skies.

so i was imagining these cans with expiry dates and i can already picture all these faces plastered on each can, some expired, some nearing expiry. the travellator is going really fast and heading toward the bin
and i really don't know how to drink them all up in time..

so anyway
today was manymany eau de parfum (i Y issey miyake) &exploration day.. walked frm tg pagar to raffles by the night. saw manymany prettyyyy stuff (: piccas up soonn.

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i don't know how much longer i can keep up with this.
now we can almost imagine why Veronika Decides to Die (though i still don't get why it's a happy ending.. it's not meant to be a fairytale is it..).

MONOLOGUE (i.e holding a conversation with self and no one else so don't bother reading if you are at all)

satisfied my random cravings of weekly sliced fish mee sua with egg (from ban mian stall..i find the authentic fish soup icky) from kf, mr bean greentea biscuit, papaya soymilk and soya icecream, fluffy bread with varied fillings, shihlin mushroom cheese crepe, cherry muffin, surprisingly springy la mian frm amk hub and crystal jade chewy redbean banana balls.. and i could just go on :D :D
you don't really want to know the span of this feat. i know i'm pretending i don't. thus the double :D
read in US Elle about why women like to narrate and recount in detail what goes in that tummy.. this is how a magazine can educate me about myself (just because Jessica Simpson is gracing the cover don't deem it a bimbo mag).. learn something new everyday don't we.

read chicklit (janegreen, ilove), watched chickflick (well, because i said so kinda belongs in that category doesnt it).. they really don't call em feel-good for no reason..

on movies, i loved

for the humour.

pilates and yogasana making me nauseated and tired.. MANY TIRED.. and wobbly legs too. picked up swimming recently too (i INSIST i am getting tanner you unobeservant people stop snortling at me!) evidently putting to rest childhood nightmares of boys in my swimming class kicking (literally shoving their feet into my face) ahead of me and misty goggles from teary eyes.. was quite a traumatising experience, swimming classes on Saturdays at age 9.. still vividly remember praying for rain as i dreadfully pulled up the elastic straps of my swimming costume (yes in those days i would consider a bikini indecent)..

speaking of trauma.. on the VT massacre.. it's brutal, it's tragic. there's understandable contempt, there's disgust, there's blame, but how come all the reports i've skimmed failed to mention how the gunman, student, son, brother, boy, culpable for this is doing right now.. or if anything was done to find where those hateful creative writings of his stemmed and bred from.. or why people gave up on him.. or why he was the way he was at all.. or maybe my skimming proved to be bad reading..
it's sad though.. the extent gone through to throttle issues into light.. though the real issues seemed to be conveniently dodged and instead limelight's on racism and all.. but what about prevention instead of consequences..
okay maybe this is a sign i'm watching too much OTH haha..

and by the way pls stop harping on university admissions. it's giving me a nervous breakdown. ive selectively chosen to believe steph is right and the postmen around here are lazy (no offense).

SIGH. :c

/la rocca; non believer
goldspot; float on
the perishers; my heart.

FEELIN BLU.

just realised i bought like 3 blue tops over the past 2 days.

BEHIND ME

i hear me laughing at me.

NO I CAN'T STAND YOU NOW

few days of frenzy started with

the longlost culprits (we all look really weird here)

hilarious.

(piccas courtesy of syl whom i thieved from :)

RANDOM.
<3tauhuay>

more this june pleaseeeee reality alone here.. pull the trigger.

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last night @arab was HILARIOUS. sneakin bombs frm singaporepower and suspicious saliva. :O nettos, love our flea buys HUH. (but i <3>

/ the hush sound; you are the moon.

p.s revival due to the fact that i just installed the new hyper sensitive mouse (no yellow but blue mouse!)