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Roar of the Roses Thursday, March 30, 2006

Well, i was supposed to go wild wild wet yesterday but becauseof the weather, i didnt. Instead i walked around lookin at phones. You know, my cellphone obsession. So 1st i went to raffles city and saw people deconstructing the runway(HyBrit Couture fashion show that i wanted to catch last saturday but was too lazy to get dressed and travel). Walked around for quite a while. Went into Life Shop, really cool place and they had that white oval chair(as seen in MIB) that was $2200. Too bad i wasnt allowed to sit in it. Then went to raffles city... went to the nokia store, played with the 3250(white), saw some old rich bitch getting an 8800.

But I wasnt satisfied, so i went to the nokia at wheelock to see the black 3250 that is a lot sexier. But i still couldnt decide if i wanted to get it or not. So i went down the spiral escalator(i was so amused by that) and got a mocha ice blended so i could think it through. pros and cons. N70, superb video resolution, video calls, metal feature. 3250, great sound quality, fun novelty twist feature, black shiny back surface. N70, half of singapore has it even though its supposedly somewhat exclusive. 3250, nearly half the video quality of the N70. Then today when i went out, i saw a woman with the 6280, and i thought, hey, it lookes pretty good. And i did some reasearch(yes, i research all phones before buying) and found out that the video resolution is just as good as the N70 and hopefully it'll be less popular...but its cheaper, so i'm not sure. Ah well, thats me, all confused and wrapped up. The most fickle person you'll ever meet.

Almost forgot, yesterday at suntec, i saw these two weirdo's. One had a long black cape and another had black wings...and totally ugly lame ones(not like the totally uber ones in the victoria secrets fashion show). They must be some act... even though they only seem my age, although they must be kinda retarded to wear that and walk around a mall. Everyone was giving them stares.


Its blur cause i was walking fast to keep up and trying not to let them see me.

Anyways, i've been seeing a lot of ang mohs, yesterday and today. You can tell that some are models, girls and guys. Or i could be wrong and they could just be really tall nobodies with striking good looks. Must be the fashion festival, attracting tourists as well. Speaking of such, tomoro i'll be going for the topman/topshop show, and also the after party. Ooh, i feel so high class. As if... the ticket only cost 10 bucks... but it grants us a goody bag and also 20%off all items. Whee. I'm gonna do my hair real high, and my aunt wont be at home so she cant stop me. Wahahaha!

Phantasmagoria Sunday, March 26, 2006

Well, i went to visit my granfather today in hospital. Cause he like had pneumonia but it kinda subsided and he's going for an operation tomoro to put a pacemaker in his heart. And one of my uncles said that he's not gonna be sedated. I dunno if thats true or not, but if it is, its horrible.

I've been meaning and wanting to do loads of stuff this long holiday. Paint my leftover canvas. Write songs. Start writing a book. Actually my goal was to finish a novel by the end of last year. But i only like wrote the first chapter. And that too without direction. I feel like such a slacker. Its like i always have the intention, but never the drive. So starting april 1st i will work to being more constructive. I will start writing my 1st book... although i cant think of a suitable title and 'Searching Outcast' is way too literal. I want something witty. Something that has a vague but powerful relation to the story. Basically it this atypical shapeshifter who was sent to live with mortals because his parents had broken laws with their marriage. And he goes on a journey to find them amidst a war that is threatening to happen. The bad thing is if i intend to sell this book, i'll have to read volumes and volumes of mythology. Cause he'll encounter lots of familiar stuff along the way... but i suppose i can make things up along the way as most writers have done. I want to finish this book by this time next year. Then edit and re-think some parts. Then hopefully i can find a publisher for it, or something. But that would cost money. darn. WHo am i kidding? I'm not some literary genious. I didnt even get an a1 in english for the o's. Haiz. But i WILL finish writing it, thats for sure.

OK, so school's gonna start pretty soon. I feel really anxious. Sy and yk wanna go for the optional overnight camp, in addition to the compulsory design sch orientation. I mean, i love camps, but i cant help but feel apprehensive about going. Besides the fact that people will see me with my undone hair, I'm scared that somehow, i'll let my guard down infront of people i dont know yet and some whom i'd want to be friends with or something. I'm sick of being a loser in pri sch and sec school. I'm not about to become one in poly. My intention was to be a stone fortress for the 1st month or so. Let people know of my presence but know nothing about me. I want to keep people guessing. Because i'm sick of having to always kiss up to someone or follow them. I want people to come to me. I know that sounds hugely egoistic but i've no choice. I know theres the whole be yourself blabber, but wat if yourself is not good enough. What if even you are unhappy with yourself. I'm not gonna be that naive, over-excited kid i used to be. I gotta play it cool. I've got to restrict and monitor my every move. To regulate the way people see me rather than let myself be at ease, being perky and social. I know i shouldnt care about what other people think, but i am a leo, an attention seeker. And if i need to be put in an iron cast for me to be liked by many, than so be it. I know my approach seems unconventional, cause well, the easiest way to make friends is be open and perky and whatnot. But see, if i do that, i'll be making myself too 'available'. Because you think someone is so into you, you wont think to always be there for that person or call that someone just to talk or say hi. It becomes that someones responsibility. And the novelty of that someone will wear off more quickly that cheap lipstick. You'll be bored with him/her. But he/she wont know. And maybe, neither will you. But it slowly becomes ever evident and then, nothing. So, all my hard work put in now will benefit in the future. Hopefully i'll be able to excercise self restraint. And unless i can get 3 really good reasons why i should go for the camp, i dont think i'll go.

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When Wild Pigs Make Horse Sounds Friday, March 24, 2006

Neighbors. The right thing to do is be friendly with them. Like members of wisteria lane. Some friends i know go play soccer with neighbors. But i'm an observer... and i'm here to record my observations. Since i live in two diff places, my house and my aunts... i have more to tell.

At my aunt's house. Both the house in front and beside are young couples(although the front one is balding) each have 2 young kids. But do not be fooled for hidden within their small forms lies the ability to cause great noises, and annoyances. They scream and constantly cry. I know i was never that bad. The house beside has two daughters... the older one beng very loud and ho mouthed is is so unfriendly and is usually mimicked my the younger sis at the most moronic of times. They will be like shouting from the gate and wen they come back from wherever... both will be stomping like elephants and the older one will be sliding and making a whorrible racket on her wheelies...i wish she fell one day... or the wheelies get stolen. And the mom has an annoying habit of locking a child outside as punishment... although its more punishment on our ears. Even at night that psyco woman does that. If one gets kidnapped i know she wont be able to forgive herself but i would forgive her instantly and urge her to do the same with the other child. The kids(1 boy, 1 girl) in the front house are less cheena but still wail a lot. At least they are a lot more social then the other 2.

Then on our floor there is this guy, about late forties or early fifties who seems to be experiencing mid-life crisis. He's such a loafer... all he does is walk around the void deck and playground area all day. I mean its not as if he's rich since he's living in a hdb flat, and he's not working. But i guess maybe he's got no friends and his grown up children give him his spending money. Wat a miserable life. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. In our block there's this sindhi kid, nicked karang guni cause he just loves picking up the stuff that people in the block throw away. And from the kitchen window i sometimes see this fat guy, whose wife smokes. I dont wonder why he's fat cuase they were like frying stuff at 10 p.m.

In my block lives the retarded sisters. Ok, they're not sisters... but they are retarded. I dunno whether clinicly or otherwise. Anyway, they are mother and daughter. Both have the same china doll kinda mental institution jaw length hair, and both wear nearly the same outfit all the time. And they always just hang around downstairs and at the playground everyday. Maybe the mom is not retarded, but just has really whorrible fashion sense, but the daughter is definitely retarded for following in her footsteps... and she's like almost my age and doesnt have a life. It seems she doesnt even go to school. Definitely clinicly retarded.

Ok, whenyou step out onto the lift landing on the 12th floor, an odour is sure to reach your nostrils even if you have sinuses. The indian house that i have to pass by everytime i leave or go home, just reeks all the time. I would only go into that house if you paid me or if i was playing truth or dare. Next to that there lives an old lady who is like blind in one eye and very old fashioned, her pants have you know those diff coloured patches that happen when the pants get old and you cant find fabric of the same color? Yeah... a very old tradition. Anyways, she usually dries those pants after washing by tying them with string to the railing at the corridor parapet. Old fashioned. However she is nice, smiling to me when i pass and saying something in a dialect. Her relatives come to visit her every sunday... otherwise that house is always quiet. Then as you walk down the quite long corridor that is quite dark at night, at the end is the house directly beneath mine. Once, wen my brainless sister was supposed to toss down the keyes at me cause i was going somewher, forgot them and was lazy to go back up and take them, it dropped on their parapet. The mom used a broom to push it off and i got it. A wave of thanks. Anyway, the couple have 2 children, both boys, one a year younger than me, one a year older. I know because my dad sent the younger one to school one day cause he was late...Zhonghua sec so he must be quite smart... and the older bro is in jc... on most nights, around 10+ he'll be doing homework half naked in front of the gate. Seriously, who puts a study table in front of their front door?

Then on my floor, i have 3 neighbors. The one directly opposite us is a rather old couple that looks young. As in the son is like 20 but the dad only looks as old as mine. I'm not sure how many children they have but i'm sure they also have a daughter. They came to our house at hari raya once. The father cleans the floor in front of his house most sundays. Then beside that house is a young malay couple, 3 kids, two boys and the youngest a girl. We sometimes exchange dishes at both hari rayas and my dad usually gives them sweets... which is a bad idea. Cause the other day i noticed that both the boys' teeth were like rotten, you know, thinned unevenly leaving lots of gaps. My gosh, thank god those are baby teeth and its good that they're not satanic like the kids at my aunts house. The guys who stays in the house beside mine keeps to himself most of the time i've only rarely seen him but he's friendly to my dad. Hes not married and has brought his girlfriend to his place once in a while.

Out of my kitchen window, directly opposite seems to have only two occupants. A guy who is like between 18 and 25 and this small old lady, i suspect to be either his mom or grandma. I think there are others, but i dont see them. He brushes his teeth very throroughly before bed and sometimes, am army uniform is drying on the poles outside. The thing that makes me think that the lady is not actually his granma is the fact that she does housework all the time, mostly in the kitchen, sometimes in the dark, untill like 1 in the morning. Yet she looks old and wears that cheongsam-ish thing most old chinese women wear. A mystery to me. Then below that, there is this boy, about nine who last year, always sat at the dining table in the kitchen studying. Like all the time in his pyjamas. And once i saw him at the window, just staring out, like as if to clear his thoughts. I mean like come on, he's too young for that. But the way his pressure him, i dont see why not. Poor boy.

I know this is incredibly boring for you readers, but heck.

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8:48 PM

Bare Bones Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Well, i've been in a rather loner-ish mood these past few days. Dunno why. I'm usually the social one. Well, on monday i went to watch V for Vendetta. Karim n gang wanted to watch it the next day with the three of them, but i'd rather watch it alone. So anyway, i went to lido, got a really good seat then ate some taco bell. The quesadillas were horrible. So anyway the movie starts off, and when V started instructing the music and blew up some building, i couldnt help but smile. His mask was cool, and so were the fight scenes but i hated his hair... like some china doll. And some of the stuff was rather difficult to understand and most of the time he mumbled. "Remember remember, the fifth of november. The gunpowder, the treason and plot." Awesome movie. And i'm so frikin pissed that 'the hills have eyes' is M-18. That sucks. I hate the censorship board.

Anyway... yesterday i went for my medical check-up at the ang mo kio place. It was really crowded. Ok, so first was the hight and weight... aparently i put on 1 kg and grew 1cm. Then was the color blindness test then she gave me this stick with like 7 indicators to pee on. It was so much like a pregnancy test. Should have re-enacted the scene where gabrielle found out she was pregnant... but then again, people might think i'm mentally unstable. Then i went in to see the doctor, he took my blood pressure, tapped on my stomach and asked detais about my family's medical history. Then there was this student that came and said "I'm here fo de me-ti-ka..." but too bad he was too late and the place was fully booked. Then i went to the polyclinic, like 2 mins away and waited a whole damn long time. I was like the last person. Actually i was both the second last and the last person. Ok, so i went in the room, one male doctor and two female. Then wen i was asked to remove my t-shirt i felt so embarrassed... my anorexic looking body. And whats worse, somehow, after the last guy was done, they asked me to come in again. And because of some screw up of theirs... i had double the humiliation. Haiz.

So anyway, after that, me and my aunt went to toa payoh central, supposedly cause i wanted to change my phone but i was pretty confused and unsure so i didnt. And i'm still in a roiling state of confusion... whether or not to change. I have 3 ideas. 1. to keep my phone and change the mutilated cover wen i save up enough money. 2. i leave it like this untill the 3250 comes out and get that. Or 3.I'll get the 7370, and save 100 out of the 150 balance, to start my i-pod nano fund. Hopefully by june, i'll get that sexy mp3 player. So which shall i pick? I'll reveal all tomoro.

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12:11 PM

Muddled Thoughts and Muddy Shorts Friday, March 17, 2006

So i woke up and went sleepily to the kitchen. Somehow... almost all my realtives were there, walking around seemingly busy, sometimes shooting glances at me. Then my father comes to me and relates to me that i have liukemia(is that how its spelled?) Ok, i somehow know that he's not kidding. What i would have expected myself to have done was sob uncontrollably that my life would me over quite soon. But no. I just felt kinda weird. I was like, ok, i'm gonna die... how am i gonna spend my remaining time. Its like i wanted to cry but i couldnt. Cause there was no use. My fate was sealed.

Then i went to school, unintentionally met this malay prefect i used to know, um... forgot his name. Anyway, there was some assembly thing in the hall, and he just like went up on stage, took a mike and this is wat he said. "All the muslim boys will you come out plaese and help pray for hanif here... he has liukemia. I was like WHAT!? how the hell did he know? Did my dad like inform everyone i ever came in contact with or wat? So like a dozen guys came out, along with some old malay teacher, and we went to some very secluded corner of the school and started like talking and stuff. I forgot exactly wat we talked about. So anyway, they said a short prayer and i left.

Then i went to the hospital for a check up, and my parents were told to wait outside the examination room. The doc was like in his mid thirties, asked me to lie down on that uncomfortable thing that's supposed to be a bed that you find in most doctor's offices. And wen he was at my side, he took out a knife and actually tried to kill me! As if my life wasn't already ending quickly enough. So there was this whole drama of me scraming around the room screaming like a maniac and knocking stuff over, and the psycho chasing me. Then i woke up.

Eyhes. It was a dream. Gotcha didnt i? I mean it seemed really real to me too. My aunt says it has some hidden meaning. I'm scared to think what that mignt be.

Anyways... there was another one. I was in this really small art class, the windows were all shut and the place looked slightly dark. Then rang this siren thingie and i was like 'no way could there be a bombing now'. And i was right, except that the ground started to shake real violently, things started falling, and suddenly the whole room tipped over and started rolling... like downhill or something. So like the windows kept shattering and i was like running from one end of the room, to the surface of the wall, and across the ceiling, and then it stopped rolling, but continued sliding and when it finally stopped, i went outside and found myself in this kampongish place. Sandy roads, scattered houses in the distance. Then i went to this toilet-ish looking place cause i like needed to pee like real badly. Then this guy comes to me, his wife and two children waiting at the 'toilet' entrance. And he tells me that i cant pee here cause this place is only for doing ablution(that ritual wash-up before prayer). So i asked where i could find a toilet and he told me there were none. So i asked him "so you expect me to pee at the bushes?" And he said yes, in a way that said that it was the most obvious and accepted thing to do. There was this tall dustbin in front of me so i said like..." so this is the bush right? and all i gotta do is..." as i started unzipping my pants and was almost gonna pee on the bin, but eyeing the wife, i just zipped up and left, pissed.

Eyhes. I have weird dreams as a refelction of my weird personality.

On a lighter note, my wardrobe for poly is complete! Down to my socks. Whee. I've bought 2 black t-shirts with designs on the front. One green zara tee with metal studs that i made my mom get for me. Two plain white t-shirts that i've yet to draw and paint on. A pair of sexy sunglasses. A pair of torn jeans. A pair of black converses and a pair of shoes that i got bata today.(i know that sounds horrible, but i'm not a brand whore) And 2 pairs of ankle socks. Yay. Of course thats not all i'm gonna wear. I also have existing peices, so these are just add-ons.

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6:42 PM

Zap Zap Butt Monday, March 13, 2006

Last friday i was supposed to go watch my juniors debate but wen i got to school, they werent there and i had no idea wher the debate venue was going to be. So i called sy out to go window shopping and we went to suntec. Thanks to bc... we got caught in a traffic jam with a bus that doesnt exactly take us to suntec. So we wasted an extra 30 mins travel time. Sy needed to get this specific pair of swim trunks cause he lost his and didnt want his mom to find out. But he couldnt get it there, but i bought this really sexy pair of sunglasses. So we went marina square where he managed to find wat he was lookin for and i was almost gonna buy a wallet but realised i didnt bring enough cash.

Well,I've been in a state of confusion. Cause i saw this second hand N90 that day for like $850 and i found out the trade in value of my phone is like $600. But no way am i getting another more expensive phone. Instead... i'm intending to trade in my phone for a cheaper one... like the rokr e1 or a 2nd hand 7280 and get a 4 megapixel camera. That way, i dont have to be drooling after high end multimedia phones in the near future. Then today my dad said not to sell my phone and he'll get me the cam. But he shouldnt splurge... he should just set aside a sum for my poly fees. I mean who doesnt love to get new stuff free, but i guess there are certain priority boundries that need to be drawn.

Today me, sy, sh, john, dan and jp went to escape theme park cause I had my cuz gave me this coupon thing that admits a max of 6 ppl for 4 bucks each. But to our disappointment wen we got there, like 4 or 5 rides were closed... including my fav, the indoor coaster even though those 2 bimbos went flying out of the car. We didnt even bother waitin for the go cart cause the queue was freakishly long... so we took the vivking... against me better judgement... cause i usually get giddy on that... and not in the good sense. So after that... i went to rush to the flume ride queue 1st... to hold a place... but in the end only john was keen on it so only he waited with me while the rest went to do other stuff. So after like 40 mins, it was finally our turn, i sat in front. I actually brought a poncho along but didnt use it... wouldnt be fun that way... so i just put it across my lap so my crotch wouldnt get so wet. So we screamed inappropriately... as in wen we were just driftin. And after the first drop, i sang row row row your boat ala josh groban and was surprised that john joined in. real loud at that. I mean he's usually an introvert. I got sh to take pics...

So after that i sh and sy went to taka, i managed to get my two white t-shirts, black fabric marker and red fabric paint for me to design them. Then my wardrobe for tp will be complete. Whee. Ooh... except for the zara t-shirt my mom is supposed to get me.

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8:37 PM

Prostidude's Vaguyna Friday, March 10, 2006

Day before yesterday, me, sy and yk were supposed to go take photos. But then, yk changed it to yesterday and didnt tell me and because he asked if sy didnt tell me, i got mad at sy... sent him a really fiery sms. Then yesterday, he went for a movie even though he already made plans with us. I mean ok, even though the shoot was supposed to be at night, but still you know we could have started like at 6 but we started at like 8.30. He is like so unreliable and almost never keeps to his word.

Ok, so first we went up to the very top level of theis multi-storey carpark cause i'd thought the place looked cool. So wen we got there, yk realised that he didnt bring his tripod. So i was like squatting and i forgot that my phone was in my lap and it fell. Face first. Omg. I screamed like a banshee over and over. Fuck. The metal parts were scratched up real bad especially the part around the front camera. Shit. And i was already planning to have put on the phone condom but i forgot wen i left the house. Imagine all the sadness it would have saved me. Darn man. I'm gonna go to nokia and see if they can replace the cover...although i'm only willing to pay up to 80 bucks max. Crap.

We were supposed to do like long exposure shots. The 1st one we did was stupid... jumping aroung like retards with torches. Then we moved to this dark area... the edge of a forest and did sumore...there was a lot of waiting for yk to like set up and adjust his stuff. Then sy did my outlike with like wings behind me but they turned out like shit. Then another one looked like an illustration of blood vessels. Then sy really tiring idea of lighting up the field. By the time we left for home it was like 10.15.

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3:35 PM

Bittersalty Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Well, louiza still hasnt call me. But i think she wont. She thinks i'm a joke. She must have like shown all her colleagues and they all must have laughed at my patheticness. So she's either uninterested, or most likely already attached... which is very possible considering how she looks. Haiz.

I'm feeling very torn apart... not because of this of course, there are plenty of fish in the sea. I mean like half of me wants to be like everybody else... to belong, to be accepted, to not be judged. Yet, the other half of me wants to stand out, wants to be bold and different, individualistic. And its like kind of difficult to come to a compromise. The first half is way more difficult to please. The two halves are always fighting, although ways i wish to stand out are different from those i wish to belong.

I am my most brutal critic. No one else knows how to bring me down as well as myself. Nobody else knows exactly what my weak points are. Others may make it hard for me, but only i can make myself feel completely outcasted, lonely and useless with no chance of redemption. Only i can make me feel like the most inferior being on earth. What bitchyness i show on the outside is only a taste of the storm inside. My whole life is punctuated with 'if only's. There's so many occasions where i'd like a do-over and a lot of others that even time cannot fix. I feel sore and broken... my self-esteem diminishes as soon as a little manages to creep into my head. Many may think i'm confident and outgoing, but thats the easiest front i can put up. The best defense is offense. Yet it is this outgoing-ness that makes my screen shaky and vunerable... like a piece of tissue waiting to be torn. What leaks out will not be pretty.

I'm taking on a compulsory project. To paint the biggest and most complicated piece of artwork ever. Its gonna take loads of hard work, lots of time and great perseverence. I dont know if i can have it done in time. I dont even know if it'll look good, cause if its not, i'm doomed.

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6:44 PM

Trinkwasser Sunday, March 05, 2006

Ok... so today we went to the airport cause my dad's friend and his wife were in transit for like 2 hours. And its gonna be my stepmom's birthday so we went to eat at swensons. I saw this like really fat ang moh lady whose stomach was so huge, you'd think she was expecting 5 babies. And another who had breasts the size of her head.

Ok, so we went to swensons(the ride to terminal 2 was horrible cause the skytrain reeked of indian B.O.). I ordered the fish and chips from the kids meal and the sauteed mushrooms. Ouh, yeah... and i had my hair kinda high today. Then i noticed this cute young waitress and we exchanged smiles. Then it happened like twice after. Then i did something totally wasnt like me. I took out a piece of tissue, and a pen from my aunt, and wrote my name or number on it, you know, the old fashion way. it was like: Hanif
98524161
call me... or sms if you want.
p.s. i think you're cute

So i like went to the toilet to check my hair and stuff then went around the restaurant lookin for an opportunity to give it to her. After she like put down drinks on someones table, i put it on her tray and she smiled and said thank you. I think maybe she thought it was tips. Then i like lounged around and wen my dad asked for the bill, she slipped me a napkin. it said: Lol.
Why the kids meal man?

Omg... i didnt think of that. Darn. Made a fool of myself. And i like sorta blurted something like..."making room for the mushrooms". I could have like evaporated on the spot. The chances of her calling me dropped from like 50% to like 1%. Crap. I wanted to give her a tissue of explanation but didnt get a chance. Ah well. Cant say i didnt try.

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9:39 PM

Mime Saturday, March 04, 2006

Well, i managed to get my first choice. Whee. Visual Communications in temasek poly. Yeah. So it settled. I didnt know it would be so easy. Thank god... seriously... cause i am one lazy ass and i pulled it off... not that i got like a 6 or something but still, its a lot better than my prelims. Whee. And, to add to the joy, my dad says he's gonna get me that pair of nike's i like. Whopee.

Jesse still hasnt got onto real seeds yet... he's still pretty much attached to the baby formula... and its a real pain to always have to feed him with a syringe twice a day. I know it doesnt sound like much, but still. So i got him a cage(yeah... i figured its a guy cause of the tailfeathers and joey was actually a girl so its name should be julie or something) and bought seeds, but he's not touching them. Darn... if he doesnt start by the time the formula finishes... i'm probably just gonna give it away or something.

Ok. i decided that i'm goin to do something to my hair instead of just letting it all grow and dyeing it smoky brown. 3 ideas. 1:Cutting it all kinda short and dye it. 2:Leaving it all long and do permanent straightening... not rebonding. Or 3: making the top kinda short, leave the fringe and trim the back then dye. Yeah... so i'll be contemplating... i know my parents want my hair short but thats so not fun. I mean "thats soo not sexay". Yeah. But i'm not gonna do anything till the end of march... so my hair will be tip top wen i start poly. I know i'm vain but i cant help it.

I'm going shopping with bal and nur on monday, i would like to shop the whole of next week but i'll be helping my juniors. Debate against some chinky named school, but they cant be underestimated. Besides, the motion swings in the other team's favour. The topic is all students should be required to do compulsory charity work and we're opp. I dunno how we're gonna pull it off... i guess if we win, it'll be for style. They're already quite good, and with me coaching, they'll be even better... heheh.

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7:24 PM

Retail Therapy Thursday, March 02, 2006

Yay! i managed to find the pair of black converses i want and also got this pair of torn jeans for like $76. I wanted to buy this certain jacket but sean said it was too formal... so looks like i'm just goin to get a cheap one la. Then today i saw this really hot pair of brown nike shoes. Most parts had like this design thingie and it looked like etched wood. Problem is, its 145 bucks... way over wat my rule demanded...every item less than $100. But if i get the 100 bucks my dad is supposed to give me, soon, then i'd most probably get it.

Then yesterday after the photography clas, me n sy went to fort canning park to take photos for the next week's lesson and to supplement or portfolio. It was quite ok la... there was this really big dead tree that stood upright but didnt have any branches.

Then there were these like uprooted trees, one huge one regular. Sy had crazy ideas for photos... in one of them he like slept on the ground in front of two converging paths. Then there was this weird tree whose front branches fell of and metal structures were used to hold up the back branches.




Ouh... there was this really cool documentary on tuesday, 1a.m. about vampires and werewolves on axn. I didnt know the Underworld movie did so much research. And i'm so FUCKIN pissed that Underworld:Evolution is M-18. I wish all the people on the censorship board would die horrible deaths...like being ripped apart by a werewolf or sucked dry by a vampire. There was this liar who claimed he was a real lycan who actually underwent changes during the full moon. At least the fake vamps didnt lie... all they do is gather at some place every month and drink each other's blood. But of course you cant drink too much or you'll die due to the high iron content... but of course that isn't a problem for me... heheh. No wonder blood tastes so metallic.

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6:06 PM