[ jukebox track>>> boston- augustana ]

so off i go on a choo choo train.
happiness is about going backwards in age and forward with time.

back to work next week onwards. hi apple and gang.

haven even have time to breathe after PP and genetic UT is coming.
tsk.
but nevermind. awesome mops will guide me through.
study group tomorrow! with a supposed hottie. hmm.

one week break next week.
i just wanna sleep.
and gee. i miss my git. where are you now.

this is the best damn thing i've heard all year. so genuinely happy i was.

[ jukebox track>>> tell her- jesse mccartney ]

hunny. dadada. oh sugar sugar. you are my candy girl. and you got me wanting you.


knock knock. who's there?
my all-time love back in the dreaded school near gek poh.
18 year young. finally. time for booze and grooves.
it has been how long since we caught up? yes, ages.
we may have gone on with different paths in life, but hey, we all still talk like no tomorrow.
and everyone seem to look better and well-off than before.
sinyi. i am effing envious that you got the tix for the concert.
it is sold out now even if i can afford. so shiznit.
lynette, my midget twin. enough said. haha.
those days eh. how ms "nightmare" wong would call my name everytime after A math test with 1/20 on the paper, saying: "MIKI!! what is this?!"
how hoyeh would write notes uber neatly and get paranoid if a full stop was out of place. how sinyi would snap at being called an ostrich. how lynette would get snide height remarks.
thankful i am that we are still in touch like old times.
i aint got much penny. but i sure got some love and sweat to spread. so this is for you, moonie.


headed down to Sakura for jumbo buffet celebration.
and this is only first round. yum?

hell yeah. the sashimi and oh-so-heavenly chicken chop and beef steak.
never-ending flow of satays, soup and seafood spread.
one word to sum it all: bloated.
the chattering kinda took us away from the fact that we are gorging more than we could.
good times rolling back again.
but the toothpaste-flavoured ice cream kinda put me off at the end. eek. mint, my butt.

i love all of you and we shall see each other soon. period.

halloween partay coming soon. yay!
eh PP haven finish! kay bye all.

close your eyes and put on your headphones to Jesse McCartney's When You Wish Upon A Star. gosh. not just a pretty face you are. fucking nice voice.

this is what i call full package. looks and talent.

[ jukebox track>>> kiss me- sixpence none the richer ]

saturday night fever.
this is why she rocks.
dire moments of midnight cravings. poof she comes. even during raye season.
nyeheh. now that we are only a bridge apart. walkie talkie should come in handy.

the rebonded hair. the cutesy pimpleless face.
the threaded eyebrows. that belly laugh.

*she says: check out my matching curtains.*
yes, you love the mocca bodybuilder many much.

earlier on, had plans to do PP in school library till late.
but somethings got in the way and we ended up in town.
thanks to mr. nutrition cai, i ate a lil too much fiber and woohoo, my bowels felt great today.
very productive day, i must say. i cant believe i told you so much.
but yea, who gives a rat's ass right? but dat doesnt mean you can say it either. ssh.
chicken. i went and wiki-ed princess masako. i tot some pretty chick. you ass, vincent.

ah yes. it is complex. the things you know as you get older.
which is why i agree im still holding on to being a friggin kid.

emma abandoned me again. this time for two freaking weeks.
phuket. with relatives.
then heading to KL and Jakarta.
without me. how could she. Puncak summore. faved.
im so lonely la. NOT.
oh golly! all the time to myself! wheeners.
but den again, for what use?
i haven done pp. yea, i noe i nag about it all the time too.
but it is like the bane of my life. the pit of my happiness. the thief of my sleep.
i just can't get it out of my head.
i wake up thinking about it, eat thinking about it, work thinking about it, chat thinking about it, breathe thinking about it, shit thinking about, sleep dreaming about it, THINK thinking about it.
Im living about it. and i cant seem to finish it. it is like a never-ending assay.
final UT tomorrow and i can concentrate on the proposal.

im really tired. i wanna sleep peacefully once again.

[ jukebox track>>> dirty little secret- all american rejects ]

well. complaints about my dusty blog should ssh now.
been really hectic. and i don deny it, i brought this upon myself.
all the slacking, snoozing and whining has driven me right into my grave.
hell, i have like 2 weeks to complete an entire 2000 words PP.
cos sumhow, i got persuaded by vincent that i should do something im really interested in. and it really awoken me cos i know nuts about metal recycling and there is a pile of industry research to be done on it. so yea.
*gandalf: open the gates! open the gates!* to my PP portal, tat is. please, janice.
and thank you perverto cai. i appreciate your help and how you miraculously convinced me into changing the project job scope within an evening. wow. i must have lost a few screws. but thanks.

freakanathan. i tot the curse has been lifted. but no.
IT jinx is back. that's me.
my pana hp batt lasts 10 mins and offs by itself.
my nokia hp cannot get any connection cos it fell into a toilet bowl.
my laptop charger cannot be detected. in other words, gone.
my comp takes 20mins to start up and 15mins to shut down.
AND GAWD.
without charger means i cant do my PP, RJ, MSN, CE activities and movies!!!
i jus gotten the latest movies from van and i cant watch it.
i have to like stay back in the freezing library till 9 or hang at momok's for hours to leech onto her adapter. sigh.
anyway. to my dearest classmates that i have leech myself onto yr adapter, thank you and sorry.
for the trouble. neh neh i am. haa
nnb. the charger cost 110 bucks and the pana batt cost 60. baik ah baik.

frenship.
at the end of one, comes another.
was lepaking with momok and nick all the way from ang mo kio.
and skunkey, be glad you learnt the four chords. but i bet you clean forgotten it now aye.
yea yea. i bet you're dying to see yr pic here. so here goes, skunk head.

oops.
lest you want me to publish your possessed face.
dam cock ah your expression.

the river runs and the river hides
out to the ocean and under the sky
i promise you the answer will come
hold onto patience and watch for the sign

i love you would be an understatement then.
i hate you would be an understatement now.
but watever for.

when i saw you through that glass door.
my mind snapped. picture perfect.
why is it that i have never seen you before?

[ jukebox track>>> the game of love - michelle branch ]

reality tv? not quite.

nick's rite, man. good lookers are all in the crowd, not on the stage.
but gal winner was a good one too. and not helga. geez.
the crip-walker.... well uh.... did the talking with the moves. the third fingers from the crowd says alot. yes. watch it on 29th, faline. you'll laugh yr kebabs off.
so talented tosh din win. pity. great dancing and rapping, aight.
but the dude who took off his shirt was really... crowd-howling.


the object of gaga-ness.
courtesy of na'im, some crazy stalker. oops.

i guess everyone has genuine shit moments.
the term "no need" is like a plucking action after you plant hopes on people.

momok, wormwood, hayato. what went wrong?

[ jukebox track>>> Mary Jane- The Click Five ]

yayness.
school is finally getting into the funky mood. and i am finally back on track with my Panacea which i haven tended at all during hols. (8 DA, don blow it miki.) i was going into my IG head's class when i saw...... the pretties! Oh my farhati, iqa, roszana! *hugs*
facis this sem are all quite.. hmm... odd. especially the Genetics one. he seems a little paranoid that people from other classes would see the contents of our class's worksheet problem. so instead of publishing in Leo, he sends to ALL of our individual webmail.
uhh okayyy. tat's a first.
oh and 2/3 of the mops birthday happens this month so i just wanna tell my hot libras, Clarice:

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, BARNACLE!

and to YT:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMO JOJOJOJO!

oh yea. and to my new classdudes, Don and Jawad:

Happy birthday, mans.

back to my daily rants.
there has been some oddities going around. I seriously think that it is fucking immature to hide behind your computer screen, running your anonymous messages and think you annoyed the person big time. wrong wrong wrong. you are so pathetic you. watcha hiding there? yr ugly face or your fucked up character? well hide then. don frighten the daylights out of the innocent from your deformity. thanks.

on the lighter side:

Someone needs therapy.