idiosyncratic optimist.
i love humor because life dont mean a shit without it.
i don diet. i eat my hart out.
if money was hair, i've been a skinhead all my life.
music is the rhythm to life.
that is why i love mary kate.
welcome to my life.
& i love paperboy's armpit smell. (:
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no matter how much we hate our poly sometimes.this school has really got some good stuff.
musically talented bunch.
not referring to me OF COURSE. TSK
Replugged: Acousticised Concert
very neat performance.
i think Tears in Heaven was the best. hands down.
The guy who sang it was just woah.
AND. kambing looks very charming on stage that day. ooh i didnt know you were called maggie. how very cute. haa
poster preparation for FYP presentation. YAWN. james trying to learn some love songs from YT. hehe. for this really special GIRL. Off the ferry just to see you baby.
G max. My god the swing one is really freaky looking.
you are a rich and happy bitch now, babe.
jim beam and eating jackfruit + my hair.TGIM ya'll.
kinda obvious ah. but nice angle, nas. nice angle.DO NOT DO IT AGAIN. (:
early in the beautiful morning of Wednesday. a great day for a healthy tan.
feeling the sea breeze and ready to marinate in the sand.
but i must have sung too much of hilary duff's song. cos god is letting the rain fall down.
dampened plans and downcast crowd.
goodness. stop peeing already, sky.
oh ohyo. the silver lining is here. let's bask babay!
blot from sunrise to sunset. neh neh.
confidence. tat's her middle name.
hermit. that's mine. 
havent laughed that hard in a long time.
the trunk that is a big hooha among the tourists. i almost rolled over and died.
tired. we stumbled upon Bora Bora Bar. my best moment of the day.
two servings of moritos on the house. one got her tipsy. two got me insane.
boss/bartender of BoraBora. very charming and great drink mixer. very very nice to meet you. very.
time to say goodbye to the beach and cool people.hop on, jam. daryl is coming to meet us.
uh you driving? im getting off. better take a walk instead.
you know when people say booze boosts courage. there you have it. courage to do stupid things.
like i give a dang. 
bread-feeding the pee-cocks.
never received any real flowers in my life. never will. LOL
still tipsy so st james looked kinda wobbly on my cam. but yes, the place is pretty cool.
[jukebox track>>> all over again- ronan keating feat. kate rusby]
DIG ME A TRENCH.
though my class may be stressful with all these IPBMS kids but i absorb more.
And though the lesson is all the way at E5 but the block is shared with SHL people so you never know what kinda charming things you may meet in the lift.
first tuesday of genomics class.
it was good. it was great. the people are getting fun.
BUT.
i ended the day digging a hole, jumping into it and asking YT to fill up the hole with earth for me.
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after the 6th P, i was just focusing on doing my RJ when all of a sudden, someone shouted HIS name.
i turned my head with such ferocity that my hair hit the person next to me real hard and i looked up at HIM with a shocked face so retarded that no words could ever describe it.
OK never mind that first.
naturally, i was delighted. to see my all time favourite all the way at e5 IN MY CLASS summore. lucky or what.
back to typing my RJ. next moment i knew it, i saw him leaving the class and pacing outside the class talking on the phone. i looked.
i must have look like some moron cos Kerus turned to ask me: Oi what's wrong?
thinking that HE is outside, i told my friend that HE is my faci and is really handsome yes? the praising went on. my mates started giggling for i dunno what reason.
and then i turned behind me. OH. it was an eye contact that felt like it lasted for years.
He's been sitting behind for quite some time cos he is invigilating a UT for the class.
everything said and HEARD.
i must say EMBARASSMENT WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT.
it's not about the things i said. it's the tone i used when i said the things i said.
God.
it's just admiration my
SYLVIA, MICH and especially FABREGAS. ZIP PEOPLE ZIP. RAHH
note to crosscut:
due date for the composition on thursday. im really eager to hear your piece, wyn. i doubt kambing did it. but you're right. he's so talented, probably impromptu on the spot. oh yea, he jing or president amir coming?
who goes to school on SUNDAY, you tell me?
free cotton candy. which didnt make us feel any better.
those arent smiles of happiness. Sunday in school eating candy floss. ftw.
so god sent his men down to lighten our day. our sunday. with free cookies.which didnt make us any tad better either.
what better way to end the day than to do it in hunger.three person, one coke, one pack of onion rings, one pack of fries.
Soup baos.
the great child and the dire mother.
hoodie boy strikes back. double the cam shyness.Crosscut feat. Replugged
i gotta say art comes out of me like peas and carrots.
two very talented guitarists. with squealing audiences of grasscutters at the back.
he may seem sober. but one London and one Viceroy at one go makes dope.Phots exclusive.
a doll named after me. cool shit.
cheryl. ivy. kanday.
very twisted bunch. but i like.
ivayy. stop with the twist already. you are almost one decade older than me.
nice mountain song you were singing, babe.i didnt know you could pick up another language when you're mabok.
school isnt near. it's here.
end of the short but fruitful holiday.
and first day didnt start off that smoothly but i gotta say, good faci just makes everything worthwhile.
i was late for an hour plus for practical, looking for lab coat and dang, i was not downgraded at all. like which facilitator can be so lenient nowadays? ONE FREAKIN HOUR plus plus plus.
I respect the fact that he takes learning more seriously than rules.
and not forgetting the fact that he is hot.
i have this sebaceous cyst growing on my freaking neck.
TSK. damn this weather.
999. Nine more.
So damn close to completing my CEs already.
It’s weird cos I don’t remember going for much talks or workshops but there lies 31 points.
Where do they come from?
Ritu Bhalla’s workshop.
She doesn’t even remember im in her genomics class. nelly hid me well.
Workshops are always lifeless. That’s where entertainment awakes in all forms.
alg: oi miki. school very boring. do something.
Yt: let’s crash at my crib to play with yaya ah!
alg: i'd rather check if i have nose hair growing out. Mm.
Me: let’s go somewhere that doesn’t require me to spend the remaining 50 cents I have in my expensive Mango wallet.
Yt: Craps. Buy such expensive wallet with no content. Don’t understand girls. Be a man better. HOHO
Alg: You? Man? dont make me toss out your when-he-was-still-a-she picture in my expensive Guess wallet.
Me: ARGH NOOO. MY EYESSSS.
k la k la. very handsome la you.
Here's the story of jason's love life.
Clubbing at a treatment plant....
.... jason saw a pretty looking lil chick.THE END.
No eye contact, no conversations and that goes to say no number.
Heed my blog title. GAH.
THIS IS BUTTNY. courtesy of jason's skill at the arcade. THANK YOU BALLS.Much cuter than YAYA, the duck with the stale egg eyes.
HOLIDAYS ARE GOING GREAT. JUST GREAT.
Polishing up the letterboxes.
back by popular demand.cheyyyy
pretty dusty aye. not rusty yet tho.
waddup. it's the holidays.
FYP pretty much fucked up everybody's break.
3000 god damned words, half completed log book, 1/3 completed portal log-ins, approaching presentation deadline.
15 more CE points, dying GPA, scary genomics class, skipped dental appointments, tight working schedule, rotten guitar, empty wallets.
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our nobody's home!
eee. so nice that my hair stand.
destress gig soon at TRCC. haa.
azhar. let's perform on SAS graduation night. okay?
anyway we're part of Replugged now what. right azhar? azhar?
TSK.
Then there was the long-anticipated Prata House Escapade.
The dynamic four, AGAIN.
But somehow, it was foiled.
Sense of direction breakdown brought by guilt and hunger and Xuan’s “bad advice” on heading left or right. Haa
The damned kurby probably made such an impact on lincoln that his inner compass has shattered.
Basically the day was spent mostly in Mr Heng’s ride, figuring how the freaking fetch do we get from Jurong to Thomson prata house. After 45 mins of roundings, guilt told us to go East Coast cos alex was running late for class gathering.
Wanted to go
lepak at vivo. roller blade.
night hunting.
There was more of where that came from. But we were so drained of our brain sauce that we took the easy way out. Clarke Quay. Nearby and awesome place to relax.
some artsy fartsy museum we went. to use the toilet. ftw
the riverside. near sundown. 
indochine. it's everywhere. 
watching Arts Festival By The River. nice ambience. consolation prize for the fact that i forgot it's Click Five concert. intelligent. 
some dine by the river. some whine by the river. 
who's that with my specs? oi theif. 
halemak. another one. You! Give it back! 
nice facial expression. nice. 
woi. go JB to smoke and makan ramly ah. dont forget, xuan. 
sports bikes are really high. stick to vespa, i guess. 
alex's new boo. neat neat neat. 
newton hokkien mee. not say superb but definitely better than Lau Pa Sat. yuck. 
i went through much embarassment for this shot.so hell im gonna post this up. fucking suave lambo at newton. fooyooo
holidays. NOT.
I think chris took this snap of you, don. Sucking sam’s lollipop.
And is that rahim behind? Hi rahim. Stop sleeping in class. I can hear your snores across the table during lessons.
Yay yo, shisha session tomorrow row row yr boat gently down Haji. (: