Thursday, July 26, 2007

MOVED.

PLEASE RELINK.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

seriously man i should stop eating like a pig.
i ate so much today!
lotus bao/pizza bread/garlic bread/noodle king/sausage prata
zomg! :(

anyway, class stayed back to paint bin today. (:




in case you haven't noticed, it's a cow. (:

photo of the day:


doesn't mr kwee look like a primary school kid? HAHAHA! his bag damn cute pls. (:

oooo mommy bought cheng teng for me!
wahhh damn shiok! (:
okay i'm eating again. :/

Monday, July 23, 2007

zomg. this song is damn sad. ):

Dear Bobbie,
Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do.
I remember pleated skirts, black and white sattle shoes.
Do you remember dancing that night?
I do, I still think of you when we dance,
Although we cant jitterbug as we did then.

Do you remember when,
How long has it been?
1945 you opened my blue eyes,
To see a whole new life.

Do you remember when,
I told you this that night,
That if you're by my side,
When everyday begins,
I'll fall for you again.
I made a promise when,
I told you this that night.

I'll be fine.
When I die, then I die loving you.
It's alright, I'll be fine.
When I die then I die loving you,
Loving you, loving you.

Do you remember the times we would give up on each other and get back together.
Then we finally was married in 1949.
We drove the yellow convertible all night long.
Do you remember? I do.

Life has led us here,
Together all these years.
This house that we have made,
Holds twenty-thousand days.
And memories we've saved,
Since life has lead us here.

And I'll be fine.
Cause when I die, then I die loving you.
It's alright, I'll be fine.
Cause when I die then I die loving you,
Loving you, loving you.

I'm coming home to you,
Stepping off my shoes.
Resting in my chair.
See you standing there,
The silver in your hair.

I'm coming home to you,
When I lay tonight, when I close my eyes,
I know the sun will rise,
Here or the next life.
As long as your still mine, then its alright.

I'll be fine
Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

You have gray hair now,
But you're a beautiful women,
And the years have been good to both of us.
We walk slow now, but we still have each other.
The glue of love is still bonding us together.
That is what I remember. Do you remember?

Sunday, July 22, 2007

my com revived from the dead! YAYYY! :D

anyway,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIEN! (:
LOVEEEEE!

Saturday, July 21, 2007

ptm today was quite alright. i was quite surprised that my mom actually didn't nag at me after seeing my horrendous results. PHEW. (: so i pretty much worried for nothing. oh well.

anyway, haven't been blogging about the past few days so here goes!

wednesday
shooting photo taking session. (:















rest of the peektures: http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2089531363


thursday
racial harmonny day! :D






















i'll upload all the photos another day. too lazy. xP

friday
the j1s had a surprise farewell party for us. (: what can i say except that they are really really sweet and thoughtful. heh. i wasn't feeling all that great on that day but i know i was definitely touched. THANK YOU ALL AND I LOVE YOU PEOPLE A LOT A LOT! :D i really appreciate all the effort and thought put into planning this farewell even though i didn't very much show it. sorry! :( oh and not to forget that the pizza was YUMMY! hahaha! (:

okay time to chiong study now!
toodles!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

pangs of emo-ness;

LIFE.
i'm tired of it.
i'm sick of it.

i want to sleep and never wake up again.


and i know that we're gonna be fine
and the tattooed mistakes are gonna fade over time
as long as we live times passes by
and we won't get it back when we die

Monday, July 16, 2007

ng ziwei is such a nice friend. (:
one who never fails to make me laugh with his stoopid ego-ness. (:
okay so i finally managed to catch up with him after god knows how freaking long.
heart to heart talk while pizza hutting. :D
<3!


when you're dreaming with a broken heart
the waking up is the hardest part.