someday, my prince will come

queen bizi. phoebe.
biography
blogs are dramaticised. mine, in particular, being especially so.

self-dilute my satirical nonsense, as you deem fit. i am generally a lot lesser than my insubstantial vernacular.

comments are generally unappreciated and ignored. unless you have been involved in a clandestine scandal with me, i will pretend to be ignorant to your cognizance of this humble presence.

i am on a perpetuated diet.
i am unbelievably stubborn.
i am ridiculously fickle-minded.

i am full of shit. i know.
chatter
if you really must, urgh


past and present
the irritating twitter bug






random #1 @ 23:18
at the fattest point in my life, my mother told me i had no need to lose weight.

at the ugliest point in my life, my mother told me i looked pretty.


i was painting my nails just now, my mother came in and she said, 'wa! colour so nice ar?'

-.-


anyways, i speculated that boon lay, where dear stays, is the furthest possible estate from toa payoh.




and i was right.

damn sad one can? that your boyfriend stays so ridiculously far from your house. and he stays so much nearer to your school, and then you stay even nearer to his workplace.


i hate boon lay. i wish i had wings. hell, i wish i could teleport. teleport, not apparate. cuz apparating feels like squeezing through tight rubber bands, according to ron and harry, i think. so yes, i wish i could teleport. i wish i can teleport to boon lay right now. i wish i could teleport and appear on dear right now. i figured appearing on is much more dramatic than appearing next to him. so if i am wishing, i might as well wish for something bigger.

oh. my boyfriend is gaming right now, and he wants me to kiss him.


muacks!

if only i could teleport and appear right on him now. see la!! i should be in hogwarts instead of nus.

which reminds me of this stupid pis (psychological immune system) theory that we learnt in social psych. your pis triggers and optimizes your satisfaction when you make an unchangeable choice. so there, i should stop thinking about how i would have been better off if i had taken econs or english literature instead of this stupid psychology.

i had a good hair day today.



and my boyfriend looks ridiculously cute in my trucker cap.


actually, i just wanted to upload our pictures la. u cant see my good hair day, and neither can you tell ray, my ray looks damn cute in that poor lighting. lol.

i cant stand it, you know. he doesnt just look cute, he is cute. i better stop now before i go into my 'boyfriend is cute' trance and start chanting the line repeatedly. everyone, should, by now, know already that my boyfriend is cute.

oh oh.. something else. guess where?


those picture were taken inside a bus.. 153, if you want to know. like why would they want to spend our bus fares on such lavish furnishings, which will just mold and become real smelly and disgusting real soon. waste my $50+ a month on concession. yucks.


i took the liberty of editting this post since i am so free now. you know, i really knew about the cancellation of my bio psych tutorial. afterall, i read the damn announcement twice. i just happen to forget about it in my moment of excitement for ray to come fetch me from school. i actually had the smarts to tell my fellow tutorial mate, while we 2 confused individuals loitered outside the lab room, 'oh. its cancelled le ma.'

i is stupid. -.-"

oh yes. i am going to edit my wish list and remove bigger boobs from the list soon. (in fact, i should have removed it by the time you read this.) i no no want rasputia (if tts how you spell her name) titis. ewww..

okie, i'm going to go browse skin for babe's new blogspot blog and slack around and read some of my stats notes and stuff while i wait for my very cute boyfriend.



Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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