155th post.
happy belated to adeline, tammy, junhao.(:
happy birthday to weisheng aka erzi & melyvn (:



the final straw of hope ; i blew it.




HELLOS.
i am back.
FREE FROM EXAMS; finally!!



absent myself here for a week or so.
did anyone miss me? =\
anyw, lots of things happen to me.
amazing stuffs to share with you PEOPLE.
(: (: (: (: (: (:



went mugging with my studies kakis at
(i) mos burger sembawang ; of cus
(ii) changi airport
(iii) mac marinasQ

and i finish my exams!!
PMM.ACCOUNTS.PM1
no more of these.
GOODBYE PMM, ACCOUNTS & PM1
HELLO BMT, ECONS & BSII.
PMM was alright, seriously. despite SOMETHING HAPPENS.
it was just the life cycle calculations that gonna kills my entire paper
and it gonna be the Balance shyt Sheet and Profit & LOST Loss Statement that kills my Accounts paper.
the 2 words that were being strike out plays an important roles on how badly i am doing for my Accounts. D**n!
what will you do if your Balance Shyt Sheet does not balance ; and the difference is of $90K.
YES! it's $90,000.
OMT.
i just got toooooooooooooooo lazy to recheck, needless say do.
OMT.
PM1 is alright. nothing much kills. just that I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY I CANT GET ANY FACTS INTO MY HEAD THIS MORNING AT ALL!
walao. but everything has a price to pay.
the state i am in this morning.

the one in blue : my tests/exam schedule
in red: SEMBWINDS Concert Pamplet.i still kept it! since 2004.
in green : MY GUI!!

my ultra messy table. ):






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met nicole, joan, jasy, rina, jieyi, yvonne, jimmy, ahtee, wl and vin in the train.
down cityhall. while they left for dinner ; i met my darlings (:
catch fireworks.
i mean catch a glimpse of fireworks along with one of Alicia's friend.





more over here at Dan's flickr please scroll to the right ;
not left unless you want see his other photos. (:






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as mentioned earlier on,
i went mugging at C Airport.
thankful that Alicia bought me doughnut from Pasir Ris.
GUESS the flavour!?!?!?
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MILO!!! (:

HEARTS.
tht aint chocolate ; milo filling.
(:



and since that day, I DARE TO DECLARE ;
I M IN LOVE WITH CARAMEL MILK/FRAPPE.
(: (: (: (: (: (:
bought this drink.
2 of us being too kukoo.

pineapple + orange + banana.
*WOOTS*







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masses of crap things happens in my life recently.
i find it weird/amazing.
and all it happens on this computer screen.
(:

i signed in my old account for msn ; and i got this.
new record! =x

was revising PM1 tht night;
when daniel PM me in msn.
dan: so what is PM1? research?
me: construction work mag. (somesort!)
dan: wa. then next time you come out will snatch with blanga sia.
me: ...
dan: construction worker ma..
me: ............
and he drew me that.
!@#$%^&*



can you read what the teacher wrote?
-this is how my eyes look after marking your paper.-
so sarcastic.
i spot this from Yvonne's blog.
as taken from her lit paper x)








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suppose to go gym today with my darlings.
but due to some lil'reasons we didnt.
):
went to alley.
sat there with them till Joshua's mum came.
5.10pm.
she came and drove Josh,his friend & me to SICC at Thomson.
bowled for 6 games ; 3 before dinner and 3 after.
my outcome for not bowling almost a month.

first game : 158!!! NEW RECORD FOR ME as a spinner of cus.
4 strikes.
3 spares.
4 open frames ; my dream!!
(: (: (: (: (: (:
tally up - 158.105.108.117.163.106.

4 strikes.
4 spares.
3 open frames - WOOTS!
i love bowling!! - self satisfaction.
average : 757/6 =126.167.
bad thou.
picking 4 high games - 546.
1200 - 546 = 654.
meaning which, if i really want to break the record. Fer needs to bowl down 654marks in total for 4 games.
and to reach last yera POL-ITE results. Fer has to bowl down another 454 pins.
MIGHTY MIGHTY FER (:
Fer, mug on your last paper and we shall mug on our new record x)
I AM MISSING MY TURKEYS.



something real stupid happened to me just now while bowling right away dinner
which i think Josh & his friend were laughing all the way.
MEAN!
not that i bowl wrong lanes.
not that i use house ball to play and get a strike.
not that i used my ball to play straight.
well, i just FORGOT to change my shoe back to the bowling one.
and i fell after releasing my ball.
so i was wondering why on earth i fell then i realised i haven change my shoe.
kinda stupid.
and Josh was like thinking when did my bowling shoe turn creamy with green shoelaces from a BLACK shoe with WHITE shoelaces.
OMT.
such a disgrace; thankful that we are the only 3 souls bowling in the alley then.
OMT OMT OMT.







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for the following context, i just wish to say a BIG THANK YOU to those who stood by me and shower me with their care and concern for the past 1 week.
and i know some are just dying to see what i gonna blog about this incident that took place 1 week ago. well....
(: (: (: (: (: (:
seriously, i am alright, fine ; totally fine.
we both called for a stop.
i voiced it out verbally
he voiced it out non-verbally.
that's what we both wanted.
i know what you guys are thinking.
he aint my boyfriend ; and never he will be.
just some complexity relation involved.
pardon me...
mind me ; PM1 just ended.
therefore, the word "complexity" occured here. =x
beautiful ending ; they called it.
they said i am foolish to do it hours before my PMM paper.
i know kinda stupid but it just get into my mind and i told myself i had to do it RIGHT AWAY.



from today onwards, there is not gonna be a 'him' in my blog anymore ; as for now of cos.
a 'him' which i spent seconds to italic it, bold it, change the font, the size and the colour to my desire blue.
no more.
no more small footnotes/messages i left behind every single entry i typed.
no more.



i had thought about it days before i mentioned it.
friends had asked me not to give up;
against all odds, i never listened.
while some supported me.
some even had asked me to give up way before i wanted it.
some were very against us being nearly an item.
you named it, i might got it too.



for the past 2 months,
i cant deny i had great time with him.
from shopping to movie to dinner to mugging.
and my birthday.
thou 8 out of the 10 times we ended up quarrelling.
there wouldn be anymore of him shuttering me up and down the mrt tracks.
no more any of his shadows to be with me for dinner.
no more any of his shadows to be with me for shopping.
no more rebound trains.
no more nudging in msn.
no more longhours of call
no more long strings of sms
no more care and concern from you
no more lunch on tuesday afternoon.
no more of him physically by my side.
no more of us travelling to school on the same train.
no more of this and no more of that.
and when we said goodbye to all these.



if anyone asked me now,
if i was sad.
i will tell you, i felt sad, a lil heartbroken, never regret my choice.
and not to save any ego of mine,
seriously, i had not shed a single tear yet since that day.
not a single one.
2nd Aug was the last time i ever cried and it gonna be the last time i ever ever cried because of you.
when everything has a time we bound to say goodbye to.



ciao.
i know you wouldn be here anymore.
and it doesnt really matters now.
(:
i am leading a life of mine as before.
(:



stop rubbing sweets / honey to my wound.
it wouldn heal.