the work load shit just never ends huh? as persistent as a pain in the ass.

just cleared a truck of it, another just arrived.

this is a serious breach of privacy. i hate it when you do this.

life right now, is as plain as porridge as it can get. or perhaps, should i say, i'm devoting every single minute of my time, STUFFING any blank period of time, be it 1 hr or 3 hrs, trying to finish those effing drawings. my god.

why the hell must all the workload come in at one time.

if this is not driving me nuts, i don't know what is.

SERIOUSLY. i wish i have 48 hrs a day. so i can at least snuggle under the warm comforters and have a longer sleep. or just more time to spent with jere.

FML.

Happy 21st babe!

visuals up after this fked up week ...

this week's pretty awful, my mind is utterly cluttered with what-nots. written quite abit before i backspaced. no one's really interested in nitty gritty details, my hands and plate is full with loads of stuff, shitty school assignments mostly.

sometimes i wished i could have done more, but xxx is mostly what holds back all my plans.

i'm still pondering over why am i caught in the vicious cycle of education again. the endless flow of assignments, stress, late nights, crankyness starts its cycle again. just like the annoying monthly period that you can't wait to stamp it out.

life's too short to be wasting my brain cells over shit like this, i should get back and clear up this mountain of crap.


We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.

this is one hella belated birthday post for miss lai. haha but ...

here are the beauties. i think it was boomz. cuz it was mooncake festival as well!

( the round moon )( the round moon )

field trips out of campus always has a happy effect on anyone. including wild girls in my class.
well, except for the wacking of mozzies and the awful weather dampening our spirits.

but the few little precious pictures taken still has the therapathic effect hours and days after it was taken.

revisit this site again shall we?

( the precious land.. )

be damned, classes are still being cancelled, $#%^&*&^%.
a project at hand now and i'm still staring at my walls, searching through hard drives where to choose a site.

the only thing probably missing would be you to while away these long hours of the day with me.

without even helping it, i could feel the vestiges of cold symptoms seeping in.

not that i could help it! damnedzx.

essentially, school's being a jerk now, except for the lotsa free time slots, with classes ending wayyy too early. probably it'll be filled up soon with those shitish projects coming up.

but but ... with lecturers like ms rama. ahh, so lurving her perfecto english, her cutting remarks, slight tinge of sarcasm. i'm so inspired to start reading intensively and vastly already. pbg's prolly the worst killer after cancer.

life's full of shitzx lately.

but lil trips out of the usuals helps alot. really alot.

( back to basics )

& now, if only i could turn back time, many things would have changed.

i like how last weekend turned out. :)
sushi-making, pasta, picnic, lantern, failed rocket? birthday celebrations much with loved ones.

pictures up when fatass aka J  feels like sending 'em to me.

my kitchen skills are getting so rusty, i doubt it can oxidize any further. my hands seems as if they are of one self. my brain can't calculate and keep the amounts needed for a part.

the kitchen still smells of muffins. & i ate muffins for dinner yesterday. the joke.

a bunch of Chinese (R, A, Rw, V, Cl) going to a Malay(Irfan)'s house to bai-nian and watch Indian movies + High School Musical (Sing-Along Version)

nice...!

a shooting star flited past the dark limitless skies,
i crossed my hands, and made a wish.
in that isolated island,
my thoughts were filled with all the possibilities.
if only you were right beside me,
to see the array of bright stars lighting up the skies.

the frequent tides, 
seeping in in the silent, 
creeping out in the quiet,
who could hear?
the wild pounding in my ears,
the fluttering of my heart.
 
the mist that shrouded the little hill,
the mysteries of life,
the fantasies of love,
the beauty of aftershowers,
if only you were there to see,
the picturesque scene in front of me.

the boat skidded easily over the waters,
with each wave,
Singapore grew closer,
with each wave,
we grew nearer.
Right where i belong,
and there i will stay.

age or rank should not be a gauge of how experienced you are.

this was what i've learnt from the recent camp.

but ... drinking tea is the wisest choice!

SGLs 09/10 -> Prendjak Tea!

back from Bintan. piccas up soon!

( @ Henderson Wave )will be away from SG for the weekend.