of tabby, matty and fatty.
MIKI.
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. (:
SPILL THE BEANS.
THE CONTINUOUS CHAIN.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008, 12:06 AM
[jukebox track>>> i'll do anything- jason mraz]Today we shall talk about Toxic Friends, my sweet peeps.
yes. dettol liquids that resemble ice lemon tea, people.
Friendship. It is a two-way kinda thing.
Of course, it shouldnt be too reliant but you must find comfort and trust in it.
Toxic Friendship are those that make you feel drained out, unequally treated and you feel put down most of the time.
it is both over demanding and you feel insecure in it.
it is as though to see you crumble would be something the TFs would find pleasing to know. you are mostly being criticised or sarcastically dealt with when out with these people you call friends and at the end of the day, you sit at home feeling crappy and fucked up.
they are mainly classified into:
- The User
- The Betrayer
- The Control Freak
- The Judge
- The Promise Breaker
- The Gossip Monger
- The Self-Centered
- The Competitor
- The Leaner
So the big question is how to deal with TFs if you identify one.
It is a no brainer, right? But it is easier said.
After all, you spend time with this person and you pour your heart out and share laughters.
my dear
and one thing is having different principles from you doesnt mean i have no principles.
please learn how to draw the line.
and stop playing the judge. god.
Well. that's my piece. do you have a Toxic Mate?
Sunday, August 17, 2008, 7:34 PM
[jukebox track >>> moving mountains- usher] WEDNESDAYS AT BALCONY.
After three jugs of house pour. We had to deal with these Bailey’s.
And yes. Sorry guys for drinking more than I should.
We were normal at first. Jess got kinda red.
But trust me, her alcohol tolerance aint the worst.
Got to hear some really upsetting story of Cindy’s and I thought mine was drama enough.
bob marley says: dont worry about a thing. cos every lil thing's gonna be alright.
Then we tried some dares. And some find it hard to stomach.
Then there are some who find it superbly amusing and beneficial.
While some start to get a little woopsy toopsy with the tutti fruittis.
Happy New Year, jessy poops.
“FUCK YOU, MIKI. I AINT DRUNK.”
She’s right. She aint tipsy. It was someone else.
sheng provided some nice kicks. But we have a little spy to keep me from the puffs. boo
And so I crashed over at algae’s.
The night was pretty torturous cus the puke was only micro centimetres from coming outta my mouth.
YUMMY LUNCH THE NEXT DAY. (and im not being sarcastic, alg)
Asam Laksa instant noodle all the way in Yishun. With some pork and vegs.
Cooked by jessypoops. AWW
Hush. I wont tell your mom about the broken plate. LOL
THANK YOU FOR THE CARE AND THE FOOD ALG. XOXO I LOVE YOU.
Frocery(FYP grocery) shopping.
this one. forever buang the image. jessypoops, my partner in action for clown acts.
james like to do this sort of old man pose. dont mind him pls.
standard one yt. that act cool face. she dont like sausages as you can see. whichever one you are thinking about.
then there's jason molest. single and very lonely. needing a drink to drown his sorrow.
there's me. the only serious person about this whole FYP shopping trip.rightttttt. damn cock the face
here we have a sentimental hunk, JM.
we shall not speak of the full name, here.
he is of shy nature.
and for the record. this is your confession, boy. (if she even sees it)
with burger king leftovers.
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wah thanks ah auntie. im sure your plastic bag is very tired.
i guess that could make up for the slow update now, mooks.
till then.
goodnight, socks. sweet dreams, underpants. (:
Monday, August 11, 2008, 2:17 PM
[jukebox track>>> goodbye, good luck- crosscut] TGIM ends here.
sad sad sad.
well actually the whole of semester one year 3 ends here.
and it aint raining. now that's a first.
proteo team ya'll. (weisi kena some 7th month weird shit. look at her face.)
milo likes to pop out at random pictures.
note how keith(extreme left bottom) is amused by this chakra formation.
yes. we know you are very upset, milo.
that's jeremy kong. with gienah's encirclement.
gien.
waste aka terrapin + moo.
nas fabregas.
what a pic. this is the best shot we took, seriously.moo, mich, milo, me, fanny, jeremy kong, gienah, ginette.
not the whole class was here so yea. pity.
the final ritual to end our wonderful times. can i get a hallelujah.peace out and happy holidays. (:
Thursday, August 7, 2008, 11:15 AM
[jukebox track>>> happy - martin sexton]I LOVE THE AVOCADO FARMER.
i thus conclude that not going to singfest is the greatest regret i had all year.
i know you guys are sick of me whining about how upset i am. but i REALLY AM.
he is the epitome of take-your-breath-away unplugged performances.
some might find the picture below repulsive. but i find it simply adorable.
GIENAH'S POEM FOR THE AVOCADO FARMER CALLED
[IT WAS A KODAK MOMENT] :
he may be hairy but... wait he IS hairy.
he's sexay oh very sexay.
relished he was in a sexually arousing posture.
engulfed in period-stained gown.
revealing slight tinge of hairyness.
anyway. met up with uncle tjo that day and we talked about my interest.
tjo: who is jason mrans?
me: TSK. M-R-A-Z. the one with the straw hat and the guitar. (showed him the singfest video)
tjo: oh him. he was at the concert.
me: yes SINGFEST. but 200 bucks man. no money ahhhh.
tjo: mm. why didnt you tell me?
me: WHAT? you mean you would pay for my tix?!
tjo: yea. why not?
and this was my reaction. cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeken.
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anyway. Kwon Sang Woo is finally in news again!
but he's the bad guy this time. no tearjerking scenes. boo
but like Gienah says 男人不坏， 女人不爱.
his abs, my darlings, his abs.
Monday, August 4, 2008, 2:18 PM
this is why i love you.jason mraz. live at java joes.
woah.
Saturday, August 2, 2008, 12:39 PM
[jukebox track>>> absolutely zero- jason mraz] meet scrappy or coco or CHANDLER.
very adorable dog we found while lepaking under the block.
carried it, stroke it, kept it company. even planned on bringing the poor "lost" dog home.
(not hoping for any monetary benefits. really. )
but turns out the dog wasnt a lost soul. just an extra friendly crup taking a stroll.
when it left for its owner, jack didnt seem quite, uhh, right.
singing Here Without You for scrappy/coco/chandler.(none of which it responded to)
drama mama. tears for the dog or the reward?Trying to find the owner of the dog WE THOUGHT was lost:
jack: ask your mom if she knows anyone who lost a chiwawa.
me: tsk. okay okay.
called mom...
me: eh ma. do you know any of our neighbours who owns a chiwawa?
mom: hmm. i remember chiwawa but dont know the owner.
me: -_- okayyy.
mom: why why? wat happened?
me: found a lost white chiwawa here with me. Dunno who’s the owner.
mom: issit?! is it wearing a tag?
me: yea. it has a bell.
mom: good good! bring it home! faster bring it up now.
me: huh? but our cats how? later they fight. and the dog later pass fleas ah.
mom: never mind. just catch it back first! later the owner will paste poster to look for it. last time i saw a missing dog poster. reward was 2000 dollars! Now now, faster.
me: wha-?
jack: eh split. split the reward!
Samaritans, really.
Friday, August 1, 2008, 5:03 PM
[jukebox track>>> shy that way- tristan prettyman w/ jason mraz]
FYP I. officially O.V.E.R.shadow it up, please.
Calls for celebration.
sandbag poker time!
lose the game and this is what happens. i thought you were good at dai dee, jason. next time bet money. 
my winning smile of zero forfeits. & that's the badly abused yiwee cowering behind the screen.
2pm. and we aint stressin.
dont scrag me, margaret..
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i cant afford to see you. dagnabbit.wonder if toca will be there.