tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35097282011-04-22T08:15:39.344+08:00M.E.T.A.F.I.C.T.I.O.N.A.L.Oh! waking is a bitter nightmare..when you constantly hang around the fringes of my dreams..
..my foundation is crumbling and shattered glass is falling all over sidewalks..
..i am collapsing and i am collapsing on myself..
i am shards of glass..and i am the person being wounded by the glass..
..there is a certain beautiful honesty about depression..
..will Candy and honey not
..sweeten the Bitter acrimony of life?
..if truth indeed be a fallacy,
then should reality not be a lie?dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comBlogger3131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-81860931523403192142007-02-20T02:01:00.000+08:002007-02-20T02:12:04.329+08:00You are a bloody bastard.But of course you already knew that.You already knew that from the startSo what am i to u?Am I your fucking rag doll?Something to pick out and throw once you get tired or bored?Am I your fucking obsolete toy?What am I to you?What do You take me for?Of course I tried forgiveness but I think I am beyond that. I am so beyond that.I am unconventional.Ok. That may be trueBut dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1169748180172409082007-01-26T02:01:00.000+08:002007-01-26T02:03:00.183+08:00When the world keeps whirling past you in a blurWhat are you to do?Stand frozen in timeOr surrender to the hurricanes of change?dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1151509450094434632006-06-28T23:28:00.000+08:002006-06-28T23:44:10.186+08:00Time really flies by! In less then two weeks, I will be back in Singapore!! Though initially i kept whining and moaning abt how much I missed Singapore and home, I am kind of sad to leave this place. It just seeems too fast! In less then a blink of an eye, Im back Back home. I do admit I miss home, the way things are done back home. The safety. The security. The wonderful (haha) transport systemdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1150690977424404122006-06-19T12:00:00.000+08:002006-06-19T12:22:57.480+08:00I hardly have the time or energy to blog these days, but I really shall try, so that in future, when i read my past entries, i will be able to recall my experiences here in Virginia.Been really tired recently, maybe coz work is getting monotonous. We work long hours, doing very mundane, brain-dead tasks, and we are treated like bangla-workers. Even the local Americans cannot stand the management dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1149990318284432012006-06-11T09:41:00.000+08:002006-06-11T09:45:18.286+08:00Oh yes!! I have discovered a new treasure!!!A new way to save money14 Cents Creamy Chicken Packet noodles from Kroger!It tastes good!and its only 14 CENTS!! Can you believe it!!!!!!! hahaa:)Me and Glads are so mad abt savin money, we actually didn't buy blankets for our hostel rooms. I mean the blankets were 15-20 USD i think. So ex!! I rather save..and buy food. Hahah..The room is actually dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1149990056379694322006-06-11T09:16:00.000+08:002006-06-11T09:40:56.436+08:00I would love to go to Russia someday. Moscow sounds fascinating, and absolutely beautiful. However, since most Russians (from what i gather here), can't speak much English, Im kinda worried abt how I am ever gonna survive there. The Russians here realy know how to party. They are totally wild, and really enjoy life. Also, I can never understand what they are saying because their English is so baddawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1149046633964456252006-05-31T11:20:00.000+08:002006-05-31T11:37:14.036+08:00There are lots of Eastern European students in the Work and Travel programme. They are mostly Russian. I have been hearing Russian music in all it's variety. Russian pop, techno..and even Russian Trance! Who would have thought huh? But Russian rock is good..sounds very angsty, thought I do not even understand a word. These internationals seem to spend every waking hour drinking, smoking or dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1148703059382578872006-05-27T11:34:00.000+08:002006-05-27T12:10:59.446+08:00I'm finally back from New York! Hooray...or BOO rather..back to Boring old Virginia.There are these black gals in the computer room with me now, who are totally irritating thecrap out of me. For the past hour, their incessant nattering and bimbotic chatter has been driving me nuts. Its so bad I can't even hear myself think! Gawd. They are so LOUD and annoying. If its one thing abt the Americans Idawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1148340523407505782006-05-23T07:13:00.000+08:002006-07-19T17:19:28.860+08:00I will be headed off to New York City for the night. Hopefully everything will go smoothly. Everyone has been warning me how dangerous NYC is. Im getting a little scared. The 7 Hour bus ride sounds terribly uncomfortable too.We just moved into the hostel in the Virginia commonwealth university today. The room looks sparse, bare and cold. It is very cramped. PLUS, we had to pay for bedsheets and dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1148198452838918512006-05-21T15:59:00.000+08:002006-05-21T16:00:52.840+08:00Ok, on Second thought, I think I really make myself sound more wretched and pathetic then I actually am.It's not so bad actually.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1148198326464074312006-05-21T15:41:00.000+08:002006-05-21T15:58:46.476+08:00Its 3.30am here in the USA, and I can't bloody sleep. Im gonna fall sick soon I figure.Of all the bimbotic things to do when Im thousands of miles away from home, Im looking at my friendster pcis ( been a long time since I have logged on), and I must say, in retrospect, I am quite disgusted by myself. Ok, or rather, I am quite mortified and disgusted by my photographs. (and captions) Since when dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1147792885143088382006-05-16T23:05:00.000+08:002006-05-16T23:21:25.226+08:00will continue with more update from the Adventures of Thrifty Dawn and Gladys!The locals here in Richmond, Virginia all think we are from China. Apparently, to them, Asians are all from China.I have been hamburgers in all its glory and variety here. Many kinds..and the portions are huge! Makes the little puny cheese burgers in Singapore look sad.For Rollercoaster fans, the rides in the park are adawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1147791748716694932006-05-16T22:48:00.001+08:002006-05-16T23:02:28.730+08:00Its been ages since I have updated my blog.:(I am homesick, homesick, homesick!:(In case anyone's wondering, I am currently in the USA now, in Virginia.This place is very ulu, full of trees, hardly any shopping. :(Current addictions include : Cup noodles ( I have been eating it 5 days in a row..thats a record) and Campbell chunky soup ( never tasted so good). Its the cheapest thing I can get dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1147154015096616292006-05-09T13:51:00.000+08:002006-05-09T13:54:01.386+08:00 What fairy tale cliche are you? you'>http://images.quizilla.com/J/jadechan/1035156840_uizheroine.gif">you are "the heroine", you kick ass chick you. if you're a guy and you got this, buff up a little hey?Take this quiz!http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/jadechan/quizzes/What+fairy+tale+cliche+are+you%3F">quiz!>Quizilla JoinMake'>http://www.quizilla.comdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1146203522579248382006-04-28T13:47:00.000+08:002006-04-28T13:52:02.586+08:00It took you nine months to forget her...But a second to forget me.Am i that inconsequential?Or am i just like a vapour.Mist.Do i even exist?Not to you, at least.Or what am I.an echo?I can't even hear myself.Am I that inconsequential?That I may vanish forever in your landscape in a space of a second?Am I that worthless?Or maybe its justYou.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1144683060246182052006-04-10T23:27:00.000+08:002006-04-10T23:31:02.576+08:00You Belong in ParisYou enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/">What European City Do You Belong In?dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1144682826265593142006-04-10T23:25:00.001+08:002006-04-10T23:27:07.786+08:00You Belong in ParisYou enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/">What European City Do You Belong In?You Belong in ParisYou enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1144682738274291042006-04-10T23:25:00.000+08:002006-04-10T23:25:38.306+08:00You Belong in ParisYou enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/">What European City Do You Belong In?dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1144682557826619162006-04-10T23:21:00.000+08:002006-04-10T23:22:51.286+08:00You Belong in ParisYou enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.What European City Do You Belong In?dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1139605066176036302006-02-11T04:57:00.000+08:002006-02-11T04:57:46.176+08:00And i rather be frozen in time.Because at least it always remains beautiful.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1139604929483272192006-02-11T04:44:00.000+08:002006-02-11T04:55:29.496+08:00" she was always very financially independent,But she was very, very emotionally attached to me."And maybe im different. I am different. I clean forgot about emotions, or at least i let myself.I reached a point where i realised i think too much. I spent all my time philosophising and thinking about the nature and the essence of everything, when sometimes, maybe i should just enjoy the thing, as dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1135215810451547002005-12-22T09:08:00.000+08:002005-12-22T09:43:30.503+08:00One of my favourite literary heroines ever was always Charles Dicken's Estella. (Great Expectations)I long aspired to be like her. She was the epitome of everything i ever desired to be. Cold, Rich, Beautiful...Heartless. In other words, she fits the modern day definition of a "B-i-a-t-c-h" . Estella never gets hurt, because she does not have a heart that is capable of feeling, of emotions. She dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1135109609177084202005-12-21T00:39:00.000+08:002005-12-21T04:13:29.243+08:00On the top of my HIT LIST:SURVEYORS....that harrass u in Town. In my opinion....are dangerous and shld be kept behind bars.Just came back from Bangkok(again!!!!) haha...with kit-kat!!! :)We shopped till our feet where literally aching...and had to go for countless foot massages.....can't wait to go back again!!I wanna buy Bangkok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1132835074446294852005-11-24T20:22:00.000+08:002005-11-24T20:24:34.456+08:00im falling , falling, falling apart.And i just really dont want to break.I hate NUS and all the accumulative cap score shit. Which is really fucking nonsense in my opinion.You know why.It means u can't make mistakes.You cant go wrong.There is NO room for mistakes.You are expected to be perfect.And nuthing lessif u arent, u are just left behindIm falling, falling, falling apart. And im breaking, dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1130606417412309082005-10-30T01:01:00.000+08:002005-10-30T01:20:17.480+08:00Ok since im so bloody bored..(which is not a good thing coz ive got 3 friggin essays to do..and they r all due on tues) ill blog down more extracts from my special MISS SINGAPORE UNIVERSE TEN YEARS SERIES!!! (very fictional..but soon to come into existence)Warning: Can induce Nausea, and Internal Haemorrhaging. Read on at ur own risk.The MUST-DO for Miss Singapore Wannabes1) Giggle. (special typedawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1130605223983354632005-10-30T00:37:00.000+08:002005-10-30T01:00:24.036+08:00I jus got off the phone with Geraldine.Doing what i do the best of course. Gossiping..and bitching about guys. Hurhur... :)Speaking of which, recently we have been condeming many guys, one of which Mr W...who happens to be really desperate and crappy.He puts really strange and pseudo-arty-farty pics on his Msn, and tries to look really hip, but ends up looking some what like the Grim Reaper. Or dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1130601576066530982005-10-29T23:51:00.000+08:002005-10-30T00:00:13.826+08:00I have come to a simple conclusion.I am a M.E.A.N gal.I am no longer, the very image of innocence, lightness, and the ingenue...but i've become somewhat cynical,cold..and yes. Mean. Hypocrital if u like. I used to believe that the best thing about me, was that i was always so real, and so sincere. I spoke my mind. I didnt bother pretending to be nice to people i didnt like. I showed people how i dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1130083875946395792005-10-23T23:50:00.000+08:002005-10-24T00:11:16.103+08:00Remember me alwaysSummer days slain by Autumn rain,A deluge of memories, burst forth in sleets.Faintly ebbing away,echoes of the dying wind.Pale streaks of sunset,Fade into greyDark velvet hand of nightSurely usurps the Softest Light.Fades away,Evaporates away,Vanishes like a mysterious mist.Time seeps into cracksleaking slowly into spaceWind rushes through an empty houseNone but echoes back.A dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1124207539417731442005-08-16T23:44:00.000+08:002005-08-16T23:52:19.440+08:00when you break everything down in the endIt becomes like dustAnd it amounts to nothingCoz when everything falls apart,and bares it core.Theres nothing else left to hold it togetherEven efforts come in vain.Then u wonder why..Honesty has alwaes been such a simple thing.But yet so painfully hard.And life is just a constant searching,a yearningan unfufilled desire.and maybe becoz its what i alwaes dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1124206175512602612005-08-16T23:15:00.000+08:002005-08-16T23:29:35.533+08:00Was talking toWeijia at breakfast today, and i have concluded that there is a perfect TYS type of answer to every "Miss singapore universe" question. So being inspired , i have decided to create the all new Dawn's TYS guide to the "Miss singapore universe,Q and A section!" Meant for all Miss Singapore hopefuls and wannabes..Question 1)What is your favourite local dish?Ans: (with a giggle) Popiah dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1123125694960204172005-08-04T11:20:00.000+08:002005-08-04T11:21:34.966+08:00Simplicity. Its something i want.And it eludes.But yet again. Maybe not forever.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1122664767532709852005-07-30T02:29:00.000+08:002005-07-30T03:19:27.566+08:00I love kao-bei-ing. About every damn thing.And i must be the world's suay-est person. Everything bad and unlucky always seems to hang upon my head like the sword of damocles. Ready to fall upon my lap. Ready to slice me into half.And it seems like i have heard almost every lame excuse in the world.And i hate it so much when pple keep playing me out last min. i mean it dosent happen jus once, not dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121782364656220432005-07-19T22:02:00.000+08:002005-07-19T22:12:44.663+08:00Its Student Mentorship Camp tmr and im pretty excited! haha..New things to learn, new experiences..etc.Its really quite amusing. Kenneth told me the sad story abt his love life today.I honestly think hes not a bad catch la..future doctor and stuffs..hahaa.. :) And his taste in girls is well, hmmm..not for me to comment. But now he's gonna go Uk i think he's probably gonna become super hip and dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121629825113653472005-07-18T03:24:00.000+08:002005-07-18T03:50:25.186+08:00Wish you could see me now.But i walk through walls,float across corridorsStaring at a reflectionless mirrorAnd i fade into spacelike time.Explode into piecesLike a comet falling from the sky.Burst into flamelike the shooting starsAs thin as air,Ethereal, diaphanous, intangibleas insubstantial and tenuous as dust.Pale awayNo more than the vague rememberance ofa late July day.Memories slain by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121620923460553072005-07-18T01:10:00.000+08:002005-07-18T01:22:03.536+08:00Mark thinks u-noe-who/jerk number one looks exactly like spongebob squarepants. the first time he met him at HMV , he said the only lasting impression he had of him was that he looked like a square, face and body ..and everything.And Mark tells me Ideserve much better. But sometimes i can't help but wonder what wld have happened if i wasn't so "heart-less". Sometimes I'd just have to think less dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121548693411175302005-07-17T05:17:00.000+08:002005-07-17T05:18:13.413+08:00Your Suicide by jannamaxwellUsername?Age?Date of suicide:January 28, 2023How you will kill yourself:Slit your wrists.What your suicide note will say:See you all in Hell!Who will find the body:An Asian man who sells your only slightly decomposed organs on the black market.Quiz created with MemeGen!dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121548589544462972005-07-17T05:16:00.000+08:002005-07-17T05:16:45.880+08:00Your Suicide by jannamaxwellUsername?Age?Date of suicide:January 28, 2023How you will kill yourself:Slit your wrists.What your suicide note will say:See you all in Hell!Who will find the body:An Asian man who sells your only slightly decomposed organs on the black market.Quiz created with MemeGen!dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121548485208987442005-07-17T05:10:00.000+08:002005-07-17T05:15:23.270+08:00Your Suicide.. by KonstantineYour Name/UsernameFavorite Number?Favorite Color?Gender?FemaleMaleUndecidedBothHow will you commit suicide?Pills + Alcohol (fun!)How many tries will it take?100When will you commit suicide?October 4, 2008What will your suicide note say?The munchkins made me do it!Quiz created with MemeGen!dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121548228410199452005-07-17T05:04:00.001+08:002005-07-17T05:10:28.413+08:00Your Expression Number is 4Practical and down to earth - everything in your life is organized.You are a great writer and teacher. You never forget a detail.Very patient, you have the ability to cultivate talents in difficult fields.You also tend to have an artistic side. You'd make a great architect or classical musician.You face your responsibilities with a positive attitude - and you always getdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1121547482723090982005-07-17T04:48:00.000+08:002005-07-17T04:58:02.733+08:00It was raining heavily last Tuesday when i was at the childcare.There was lightning and thunder.At the sound of a sudden clap of thunder, this little gal named Trinity (4 years old) suddenly grabbed the hand of the boy (Linus) sitting next to her and started hugging him, and refusing to let go. And he reciprocated, as if trying to protect her. it was dead sweet. i am constantly amazed by the dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1120939762978207732005-07-10T03:39:00.000+08:002005-07-10T04:10:56.646+08:00Tabula (the band) is really good. the lead singer is Gorgeous and has a wonderful voice. He is so mesmirizing. And he is 100 percent ( make it 101 percent eye candy) He aint particularly good looking, but man, he really has style, the x-factor and oozes raw appeal :) Me and Joni were practicallyt salivating over him, and drinking in his divine-ness with out eyes. To be exact, as Kit puts it, we dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1119369433781642802005-06-21T23:39:00.000+08:002005-06-21T23:57:13.806+08:00Last Sat was Grace's 21st bdae party..following that was Wala Wala with Simin and Company.SHe had this HUGE banana chocolate cake which was sooo divine. :)Haha..ok..i noe im a greedy, junk food slut..but i can't help it! I cld have eaten the whole lot had there not been a whole lot of pple watching..haha..shameless..yea..i know.There was this W.Y person who was Grace's ex classmate. He sat besidedawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1118589340408582302005-06-12T23:00:00.000+08:002005-06-12T23:15:43.720+08:00The old sec four gang went out together last nite, for dinner, pool, and drinks at Coco Latte.It was one of the few times i truly enjoyed myself this hols, coz i almost forgot how funny kit-kat and simin could be. I mean funny, in quite a traumatic wayhaha, while Kit was doing her best impression of this pervert chee-ko-pek hairdresser who was offering "Te Bie Fu Wu" (special services) the rest dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1118588401887836402005-06-12T22:38:00.000+08:002005-06-12T23:00:01.963+08:00Just came back from the sea sports camp on friday. I am totally shack..and i can still feel myself bobbing up and down the waves :P Gosh.But overall, was still super duper fun. I tasted 3 different types of water in the course of 3 days.1) the Kallang river water ( which had an assortment of items floating on the river..including condoms, and mr law-tea claims there are many places around kallangdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117830387467305642005-06-04T03:47:00.000+08:002005-06-04T04:27:58.493+08:00Todae i finally realised how much i missed secondary school..Yk, me, Rou Mei, and Glad were fooling arnd like mad crazy pple at TCC todae, and i was reminded of the old times, where we used to fool arnd and make pulic nuisances out of ourselveswe watched the movie "Eros" todae. it was a collaboration of 3 short films into one movie. Apart from the Wong kar wai film, "The hand", the other two dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117729309768868292005-06-03T00:05:00.000+08:002005-06-04T04:29:34.536+08:00T M D ( Tamade)Is the only word i have got.Talk abt disgusting and creepy men ( in my life..wad ever)Just when i am deep in mourning, a certain guy ( ex disgusting creep and jerk-asshole, now promoted back to normal human being coz he admitted he was crap) just had to msg meHIM: HELLO!ME: Hey. (thinking maybe he had something nice to say for once, or maybe he wanted to make up or something)HIM: dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117726979173840522005-06-02T23:08:00.000+08:002005-06-02T23:53:04.943+08:00In the ghastly aftermath of my results,i have only come to one logical conclusion. ( it can be the ONLY logical conclusion)I need to change my majorMaybe social work or something, or sociology? But abit too late for that.by far, this has been absolutely my BUSIEST SEM, and my worse sem of grades.I could whine, moan and bitch for hours, by why bother.I refuse to let my self worth and happiness be dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117553354369211882005-05-31T23:22:00.000+08:002005-05-31T23:29:14.406+08:00So i have now a "date" with Mr-law-tea ( the name just reeks of elitism) courtesy of Mama-san and unlikely matchmaker Mark. Gosh.Todae CF gave me a book"chicken soup for the singles soul."( actually i tink its really very funny, but i tink she is really concerend abt my welfare and i appreciate the thought)After a string of scummy men, she prolly wants me to see the light at the end of the dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117296578823959072005-05-28T23:52:00.000+08:002005-05-29T00:09:38.830+08:00~~ FROM BANGKOK WITH LOVE ~~~~Memorable things in Bangkok ( OR NOT..HAHAH)1) The smarmy taxi driver, who showed us he was the hottest contender for the 'Darlie best smile' competition when SL told him we were from Singapore ( Singapore = $$$$$$) We outsmarted the poor guy..who found himself 300 baht poorer, thanks to his greed2) The delicious Pad Thai at the roadside store beside the hotel. Its dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117295489032258752005-05-28T23:39:00.000+08:002005-05-28T23:51:29.043+08:00ok. I decided that maybe im too harsh towards these "disgusting and creepy jerkassholes on my life."Ok. I guess if a guy says something like, :" what wld u say if i asked u to be my special someone.." to u when u r twelve or something, maybe he wld charm the pants off u.Maybe.But at 21 years old. All u wanna do i slap the guy and ask him to "wake up his idea!!"or maybe give him a pat on the head dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1117294543067242992005-05-28T23:19:00.000+08:002005-05-28T23:35:43.090+08:00Just spent the coupla nites playing Mahjong at Fenix's 21st bdae chalet.Its been such a long time.I tink im getting lousier..hahaha..But AHA! Ever since the praxis chalet, i think my bridge skills have improved by leaps and bounds. ( more like luck), and as usually..my "Bluff" skills are impeccable. I win every game. What to do? im such a friggin good liar. Hahaha.. joking..And then there was dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1116868943581835522005-05-24T00:58:00.000+08:002005-05-24T01:22:23.590+08:00U could pretend it all never happened.U r a great liar anyway.you step into my heart.And now u step out of it.I'd give anything to step all over urs now.Hard.Very Hard.I could write a book abt "The-Disgusting-and-creeepy-men-in-my-life".(theres been plenty of those recently) I wouldn't get pass chapter 3..and neither would it ever become a significant bestseller, but still..i do have plenty of dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1116867501425565802005-05-24T00:56:00.000+08:002005-05-24T00:58:21.430+08:00im missing Bangkok terribly.The Hankering and Bargaining..The food..the pple..and YES..even the dirty road side stalls. Singapore is far too boring.Jus came back from chalet..eat. Sleep. And more barbeque Food.I wanna go back to Bangkok.I miss Chatuchak.Its like heaven on earth :Pdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1116258809906030632005-05-16T23:43:00.000+08:002005-05-16T23:53:29.913+08:003 sentences of English a Thai Shopkeeper MUST KNOW:1) " (Mai Pang)..not expensive..very cheap..very good.." (When u bargain until very kang kor..this is wad they tell u)2) " last price..really cannot" ( When u tolong them gving them absurdly low prices)3) " Gimme more..gimme more.." (when they are desperate to earn ur money_)ie: You: How much?they: 50 Bahtyou" 30 baht can?they:..Noo..no..gimme dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1116258184185467582005-05-16T23:34:00.000+08:002005-05-16T23:43:04.193+08:00Im back from Bangkok! Yay!Haha..its very different from Singapore.To people who hate bargaining and shopping..a word of warning..Bangkok is not the place for you.Haha..It is impossible NOT to bargain in Bangkok, and one muz have pateince to bargain...Bargain for taxi..bargain for food..for clothes..everything also "pang" ( meaning: expensive) hahaha..Coz if u dun bargain..or rather "negotiate" a dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1115216438433179512005-05-04T22:09:00.000+08:002005-05-04T22:20:38.493+08:00Today i met this very anti-female cab driver. I was sittin in the cab..shut up in my own thoughts...and then the cab driver suddenly started talking about..womenAnd he kept going on about how women were alwae changing their minds..changing their clothes..changing their styles..and how wen women stood up..the whole world screws up..and goes wrong..and etc.I wasn't exactly in the mood for some verydawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1109568540149756372005-02-28T13:20:00.000+08:002005-02-28T13:29:00.150+08:00Now that productions are over, its finally free, free free for me..previously i was a prisoner..and now i am free with too much time on my hands. I have zero midterms and zero essays to write. When i see my friends all struggling with their midterms and essays, i can't help but feel that im so lucky.well productions was a great success. At least i didn't forget any of my lines, nor were there anydawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1108350738968104952005-02-14T11:00:00.000+08:002005-02-14T11:12:18.970+08:00Went out on Sat, with Kenneth, Ky and Si Jia, for KTV. I suspect KY is Kbox's favourtie customer! Haha..He was singing at the top of his lungs, and with much gusto and passion. Luckily for all of us, he's a pretty good singer, so we were spared the trauma..Hehe.. he was holding a mini Ou-de-Yang (ocean) concert of his own, while i miserable attempted to warble thru the chinese songs, as i was dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1108219343989711462005-02-12T22:26:00.000+08:002005-02-12T22:42:23.993+08:00i finally managed to find the keys to to jc/sec sch diary. Buried under a whole pile of books, dirt and dust. I had almost forgotten of its existence. Since it was Chinese Nwe Year, I decided to take a peek inside, to see how much things have changed over the past 4-5 years.And When i started to flip the pages, the tears somehow ran down my cheeks. Tears of Joy, tears of happiness, tears of paindawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1107627697072632802005-02-06T02:01:00.000+08:002005-02-06T02:21:37.083+08:00Jus came back from Bugis Village shopping with Kenneth. He crowds were horrific..and there were NOOOO nice clothes! He is the typical wait-outside-the-shop kinda guy! Haha..so not Jie-mei at all. Sad. Anywae it was this mad, crazy last min rush, shopping for once-in-a-year Chinese New year clothes...hahha.Anywae i feel sorry for Kenneth..always kena dragged into this kinda thing by me. But yar..dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1106587905455346832005-01-25T01:09:00.000+08:002005-01-25T01:31:45.456+08:00Suddenly feeling this sense of Melancholy.. :(
Went Canoeing on Saturday. It was very "shiok". We went out onto the open sea. The feeling of the waves crashing incessantly against the side of my canoe was very good. The pounding rhythm of the waves, bobbing the canoe up and down, the whistling of the wind against my ears, the caress of sun against my cheeks, and waves seeping into the canoe and dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1106154630790346482005-01-20T01:59:00.000+08:002005-01-20T01:10:30.790+08:00jus had a rag bbq..now im so stuffed full of food...getting fatter and fatter by the day. After reading what i wrote yesterday, i realised that im quite sacarstic..but really, sometimes u need to rant and rave to stay a little psychologically sound and sane.
The whole world has gone to club again. Its beginning to become a every-wednesday go club religiously kinda thing. Hahah. but i guess dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1106074851824751472005-01-19T02:50:00.000+08:002005-01-19T03:00:51.823+08:00===^ The list of People in ur Life u don't need+++=^ ( maybe fictional, den again, maybe not)
1) The irritating pple, who only flood ur hp inbox and msn, with msges, in times of crisis, when they need favours, when no one else wants to hear them bitch, or when they r too free. Where are these buggers, when they strike lottery, when they r having fun, or when they have better things to do?
2) dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1106074175391032272005-01-19T02:26:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:49:35.390+08:00Ok. First just a word of warning. I wanna whine. I wanna groan. I wanna moan. And i wanna bitch. So this isn't gonna be a very pleasant blog at all. In case you were expecting something along the lines of "happily ever after" or pleasantville, wrong call. Turn back, and proceed no further. Coz im cranky. Im upset. And im jus plain, incoherent. Soon.
I loathe being misunderstood. It's not dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1105591498506746072005-01-13T13:44:00.000+08:002005-01-13T12:44:58.506+08:00Testing..testing..
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1105199075708593292005-01-08T23:20:00.000+08:002005-01-08T23:44:35.706+08:00Just came back from Isaac's twenty-first birthday! A happy occasion, but also a very sad reminder that it's gona be my turn soon enough! Argh! old old! Old! Old! i wanna turn back the hands of time!
His party got me wondering, how i wld actually wanna spend or celebrate this "important" occasion. hmmm..Its quite scary knowing how i have lived for more then two decades..but what have i dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104850302471217272005-01-04T22:22:00.000+08:002005-01-04T22:51:42.470+08:00Went out with Gladz today , to Junction8. Watched Kunfu Hustle. It is absolutely funny. but in a retarded way. But that's completely fine by my standards. I Like retarded fun. I laughed until i almost fell off the seats. In the typical Stephen chow-ian fashion..there was physical comedy aplenty, cheap thrills, even lamer jokes, and very dumb action sequences. But the movie had the entire cinemadawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104597019961411042005-01-01T23:50:00.000+08:002005-01-02T00:30:19.960+08:00Ok..anyway...since it's a NEW year, i might as well Blog more..since i prob won't be bloggin much for the rest of the year.
Its been abt 3 years since this Blog started, and after re-reading all my stupid NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS, i have decided that this year, i will make a new resolution. That is, I will make NO MORE new year resolutions ever again. Because they won't work, and i never stick to dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104594581182059172005-01-01T23:39:00.000+08:002005-01-01T23:49:41.183+08:00Jus came back from Faith's bbq. Shocking revelation to start the NEw year 2005. KENNY SHANE can COOK! OMG!
OMG!
His brownies were...WOW..quite yummy i must say...ahaha ( i hope he never reads this coz his ego will like..u noe..)
I'm convinced he will be a perfect house husband...
SHOCKING revelation number 2. Kenny can act like a bimbo. Haha..as in his "act cute" poses are actually quite Good. dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104426240941520642004-12-31T01:39:00.000+08:002004-12-31T01:04:17.956+08:00Went to Zouk Yesterday. The crowds were as frightening as usual. And the queue..was well.. You would think people were queing for free movie tickets or gold bars or something.
And of coz. Only idiots Queue for 2 hrs.
And yes. I was one of those Idiots.
Met up with M yesterday ( Can't put his full name. It may ..welll...you will see..)
Haha..he sent me home yest..nice nice. :) )
Saw his dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104427416016835772004-12-31T01:08:00.000+08:002004-12-31T01:34:54.946+08:00Im wondering If i should actually go out to celebrate NYE ( new years eve)
I mean..christmas Eve was bad enough. Orchard seriously looked like an atomic bomb had fallen upon the streets..or someone had littered the streets with grenade bombs. GAWD
and all the bangla workers! i means seriously...can't they read? I mean..seriously, now that we're on the 21st century, i believe Literacy rates are ondawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104426458559812912004-12-31T01:05:00.000+08:002004-12-31T01:07:38.560+08:00The Entire world is going overseas to study. Its sad. I should have begged my mum harder previously to let me study overseas. I didn't beg hard enough. Damn.
Ky, Kenneth, Darren...SJ...well..most. Haiz...So envious. And so sad. I wish someone would pack me into his suitcase, and bring me overseas too!
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104122349314928192004-12-27T13:38:00.001+08:002004-12-27T13:00:59.023+08:00How to make a Dawn WongIngredients:
3 parts intelligence
3 parts crazyiness
3 parts leadershipMethod:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of wisdom
Username:http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php">Username:%20name="uname">
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1104122268228889342004-12-27T13:37:00.000+08:002004-12-27T12:37:48.226+08:00i miss Aussie!
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1103302898300115882004-12-18T01:57:00.000+08:002004-12-18T01:04:07.880+08:00Oh yah..heres a tip for all those who wanna fall in love..( or who may be looking for love)..
=Two ways to find love.=
1) Ask for their number on the SBS bus.
2) Enter the wrong toilet..."accidently" ( at your own risk. This dosen't work all the time)
haha..
* This is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life people is entirely 'coincidental'. *Koff koff*..*choke choke*..dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1103302632816994062004-12-18T01:31:00.000+08:002004-12-18T00:57:12.816+08:00Finally back from Aussie! Sydney to be more precise. Now i understand why they don't have any decent amusement parks (Luna park. Right. Point taken.) or Disneyland thriller rides in Sydney. Mainly coz they Don't need one. The cab rides were more then "thrilling" enuff. When i watched the way the meter ticked furiously..it set my heart pounding waaaay faster then any thriller right. Transport is dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1103301047313688462004-12-18T01:29:00.000+08:002004-12-18T00:30:47.313+08:00im putting a stop to the play temporarily.
it sounds just far too much like reality.
What is one thing every guy needs to know..(ontop of the 1001 other things they need to know..coz they obviously don't?)
here it is..
..You can't use CORNFLOUR to bake a cake or cookies!!
ARGH!
Men!!!!!
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1100019599918961312004-11-10T01:50:00.000+08:002004-11-10T00:59:59.916+08:00Act Three, Scene Three
Scene: Back in the dark room at the start of the play. THe room is still dirtyisolated, and full of cobwebs. The murky light cast from the windowgive the room a eery feel..almost ghoulish. The room is cast in shadows.it is old, murky...and possibly cursed to remain so.
Dorothy: Did you like the story?
Dorothy: No? okok..i promise you..it gets VERY interesting now.
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1100019022752789602004-11-10T01:48:00.000+08:002004-11-10T00:50:22.753+08:00Act Three, Scene Two
(The sound of a ringing school bell can be heard..lights come on)
Scene: The scene is in a classroom. It is a normal schoolday, the tablesare arranged neatly around the class. There are stacks of books on the side cupboard. The Black board is worn out.
(laughter can be heard)
Dorothy: (holding an opened textbook) May the deed fit the title. (closes the book)So class. what dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1100018863485471962004-11-10T01:45:00.000+08:002004-11-10T00:47:43.486+08:00Act Three, Scene One
Scene: The scene is in a classroom. It is a normal schoolday, the tables
are arranged neatly around the class. There are stacks of books on the
side cupboard. The Black board is worn out.
(laughter can be heard)
Miss Ng:(holding an opened textbook) May the deed fit the title. (closes the book)
So class. what did you think? You liked the story?
Schoolgirl1:(Raising hand) dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1100016979311618332004-11-10T01:15:00.000+08:002004-11-10T00:23:00.406+08:00Act Two, Scene Four
..the light comes on again
Scene changes
Scene: Back to the hospital again. The white washed walls are strangely
illuminated by the lights. It makes the hospital feel cold.)
Dorothy: By the time i woke up..my throat was dry..i must have been screaming for a very long time. ..and then i must
have passed out.
Dorothy: What did the nurse say? what did the Doctor say? it dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1100016896118133462004-11-09T23:40:00.000+08:002004-11-10T00:14:56.116+08:00Act Two, Scene Three
(Back in the same musty room, as the first scene. the floors are dirtythe cobwebs are lying all around. The room is old, empty, isolated.the cracked mirror is still lying on the floor)
Dorothy:(closing the book she had on her lap shut): So you did not like the story?
Dorothy: It's alright. But why? Because it was too complicated? Toocomplex? You didn't understand it? It's dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1100013546762188872004-11-09T22:51:00.000+08:002004-11-09T23:19:06.763+08:00Act Two, Scene two.
Scene: Back at the hospital.
Dorothy: Oh..im sorry. I must have fallen asleep..it's the medicine really..giving me a headache.
Dorothy:(spies a piece of paper on the table, and picks it up) But ..look? What's here? A letter..hmm...(opens the letter..and starts to read)
Dorothy: It from Lionel. (reading)..Happy birthday...hope you will like the present..i bet you do...i am dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1098722880674617402004-10-26T01:27:00.000+08:002004-10-26T00:48:00.673+08:00Act two, Scene One
Scene: A hospital room. Dorothy is lying on the hospital bed with her arms bandaged. The room looks bare, save for a pink rose on the table
Dorothy: So how did i end up here? I'm not even sure. Maybe it was the Panadol. But the last i remember, i was cutting shapes using my razor blade. Was i cutting shapes on a piece of paper? Where are the shapes? where is the paper? I dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1098721400294270102004-10-25T23:59:00.000+08:002004-10-26T00:23:20.293+08:00Act One, Scene Four
Scene: She is alone in the dark room
Dorothy: So i screamed, and screamed, and screamed myself hoarse. Screamed till the sun plunged into the ocean like a fiery ball, until the moon slipped down the mountains, until the sun, like a phoenix, was resurrected once again. It was a very long scream. (fade out)
Scene: The scene changes to a busy shopping centre.
Dorothy: dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1098562573755976542004-10-24T03:55:00.000+08:002004-10-24T04:24:45.906+08:00Act One, Scene two
(Lights on)
Scene: It is a Garden. there are many beautiful colourful flowers around the garden. The sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing happily. Two girls are seated in the centre of the stage, on a picnic blanket, with baskets of food, and a few story books strewn around them. The girls are chatting and laughing gaily.
Dorothy: ...and they lived happily ever dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1098561339590811712004-10-24T03:36:00.000+08:002004-10-24T04:19:45.096+08:00Title : "Once Upon a Time" ( an original script, no copyright)
Act One. scene one
Scene: An empty grey room, with a single window at the corner. Three quarters of the stage is in darkness, except for the bit of light streaming in from the small cracked corner window. A huge cracked mirror lies on the floor. A broken glass beaded necklace is strewn across the floor. The room is gloomy, dusty, dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1095952348948512542004-09-23T22:50:00.000+08:002004-09-23T23:12:28.946+08:00Sometimes life is cruel
And Sometimes i wonder what good is passion, without the substance and talent.
Its cruel..and torturous how much passion i have inside of me to act..and to sing. I really love acting and singing..but its sad because i will always be mediocre..
Sometimes i try harder, but its true..if u wanna perform..u can only be the best. There is no space of mediocre.
And its like i dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1095176747048910772004-09-14T23:36:00.000+08:002004-09-14T23:45:47.050+08:00after reading my blog...i jus realised that i COMPLETELY FORGOT to announce the results of rag..( now that seemed like such a long time ago)
WE WON!!
haha..i guessed i must have been so completely swept away by the results, overwhelmed with exaustion and overcome with euphoria..i forgot about it completely! Haiz..as in i forgot to write..yes..and im still recovering from the after effects.. dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1095175611380655592004-09-14T23:06:00.000+08:002004-09-14T23:26:51.380+08:00i can't stand james joyce. Anyone who has read "Ulysses" or "a potrait of the artist young man" will know that the idea of him being "the best writer of our time" is utterly ludicrious. His book is utter crap/nonsense and baloney from start to finish. Here's a quote, its laughable.. "when you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold." Hello James honey..do we really care? No..actually we dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1091571359130982972004-08-04T05:57:00.000+08:002004-08-04T06:15:59.130+08:00Its two more days till the big day.
Its 5.56 am now..and ive been up and night..feeling very tired and shag.. :(
Its been a gruelling three months and its finally coming to an end. I would honestly go mad if it didnt. Like i can't sleep when i want to..i can't slack whenever i want to..but i got to keep working..
It dosent help when everyone is in such close contact that everyone starts to dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1091337569811703202004-08-01T13:15:00.000+08:002004-08-01T13:19:29.810+08:00List of 10 things i need most now
1) SLEEP. SLEEP
2) MORE SLEEP
3) EVEN MORE SLEEP
4) a Damn good massage.
5) A Damn good eye cream to get rid of these panda-ish dark eye bags
6) Xiao long bao la mian from crystal Jade
7) A hair cut ( desperately)
8) a good thinner to get these permanent paint stains off my hands
9) a three hour long scented essential oil bath and scrub
10) My Sanity. ( being dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1090965322700432992004-07-28T05:35:00.000+08:002004-07-28T05:59:49.793+08:00still panda-eyed and tired out.
Its 5.40 am, and i had barely less then 2 hrs of sleep the previous night.
im turning into a zombie soon
Two more weeks to sweet freedom..free from the iron crutches of RAG! Hooray! i can't wait to see the sunlight and blue skies already! No wonder Dracula muz have been a cranky bugger. anyone would be having been indoors for so long..
So what have i been dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1090271578499121712004-07-20T05:03:00.000+08:002004-07-20T05:12:58.500+08:00I am not too sure what you want.
If u r sick and tired of my ramblings. Don't read my blog. Don't message me. Don't talk to me
I don't like to be cruel
I don't like to be unkind.
But isn't it time u said words that u meant?
its Hard because, whenever u message me,
u give me false hope
and den i wonder if again there is a chance.
But then, i get thrown down the top of a building, and plunge dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1090270987082707732004-07-20T04:55:00.000+08:002004-07-20T05:03:07.083+08:00too tired to blog these days
my life has been taken over by the phenomenom called R-A-G
In case u may be wondering what the heck it is. ..don't bother. Rag is not something that can be explained in mere words. Its an experience. Oh laugh u may, initially i laughed in disbelief, and now i am still laughing is disbelief, but only this time disbelief that i actually believed rag was a slack holidaydawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1090270043393650102004-07-20T04:46:00.000+08:002004-07-20T04:47:23.393+08:00Ever seen a guy that looks like a lizard? "P
dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1089663990624196472004-07-13T04:04:00.000+08:002004-07-13T04:28:23.116+08:00..here i am..plodding thru the shadows fruitlessly like an ubiquitous spirit.. :(
bah
..
anyway. updates..not much, coz basically i aint got much life now..apart from like hall and rag
came back for Vcf Camp last week..which was meaningful enough :) I am attempting to make a conscientious effort to read the bible every day, and make serious decisions about going into missions. NOw who wld have dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1089662655270691982004-07-13T04:02:00.000+08:002004-07-13T04:04:15.270+08:00bah..
im in a friggin rotten prison..known as TH. BAh.I will be free in three weeks time! May God give me the strength man! unless i go mad before that, i don't forsee any other problems. Maybe i just need too much freedom..or ill feel claustrophobic. :(dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1087142429326116622004-06-13T23:48:00.000+08:002004-06-14T00:00:29.326+08:00Oh i talk about sincerity alot.
But i feel bad. U noe.
Its not for me the question u.
i feel bad. Coz i can say i care for u alot, but in reality, my actions show not, since each time we meet, or talk, i only keep hurting u more
Its true, that we throw shrads of glasses and sharp knives at each other..and someday someone's gonnna bleed dry. I know i have. But wounds will heal.
and i don't mean todawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509728.post-1087141634816020342004-06-13T23:31:00.000+08:002004-06-13T23:47:14.816+08:00I was so glad to have a chance to talk to L-M last night.
Finally, we met up and Holland V after like SOOOOOOOO long, and had a really good chat like old times. and pigging out like old times. And crapping abt every single stupid thing under the sun, and of course..the serious stuff And im grateful..that u threw some light on my situation, and for once, i actually felt u were trying to understanddawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13095529433817217062noreply@blogger.com