hmm looking for a new template. this one caught my eye. but the really sad thing's tt i can't link n add my tagboard. guess this will do in the meantime. sorry to ppl who wanna tag yah. i'm looking for something better. i'll figure out how to add music too. if i ever get this done first

counting down to the day i end my work. in need of a break and a great tan at the beach. maybe shld get ppl to go sentosa with me. beach volley anyone? teach this fella here how to play man. i can't ask jason cuz he's too pro at it. besides he's gonna be attracting hoards of little girls and disrupt our game. hmm i dunno, maybe the girls? well, a mixed bunch of lads n laydees is the best. anyone someone, go to sentosa with me??!!! i'm parched white as can be. to think tt i hate being white. tt's my natural colour, or shld i say discolouring. yuck.. i can't get tan and i've never had a sunburn my entire life. banana boat doesn't work. lobster sihui can testify to tt for me. i used hers during our training ages ago. we sizzled under the sun. she was a red fully cooked lobster, but i was still as white as ever. take pity on me, my little melanine cells..

gosh. how my bs grp has sorta crumbled. maybe tt's a hard word. but yeah, one of the girl's gonna follow her dad as he pastors in another church. thot she wld stay. the rest aren't coming for youth grp so regularly. i guess it's my fault as i haven't met em for quite a while. a long time in fact. yeah, this is God's hard way of making me buck up with them; to spend more time with them and shower em with all my love. yeah, wish we cld go back to when we first started n i played with the girls all the time. hmm.. maybe they aren't little anymore. they've grown n are finding the struggle between their social life and church stuff.

shiwei, we've gotta spend more time with the girls. i really dn wanna see em float around and never grow. hmm. thought my entry today wld be sth light.

i'm a grumpy n irritated person now. irritate me further and i'll explode. everyday keep doing stuff almost 24hrs a day. barely get my rest or recharge and off i'll hav to force myself to move onto the next day. force a smile on my face when i feel like sulking. everything's pent up and waiting to explode. probably something will let the bubbling gas of irritation slowly ease out. but at the meantime, dn talk to me and try to cheer me up or sth. leave me alone and let me hav my own space! maybe hermits are a more gentle and patient lot; willing to take life as it comes slowly. so here in the city, the psychologists have their own little market of depresed city dwellers & concrete jailbirds to attend to. the demand's gonna rise until someday, our general practioner is also a qualified psychologist.

even blogging or going online's taking up my precious sleep. work ends early but my day doesn't end until 12 plus. dreaming the entire nite and feeling as though i haven't slept a wink. wake up at 5am and start the whole new cycle again.

such is life as a miserable-powerless pawn of society-impatient singaporean.

bored stiff at work today. nothing to do. or at least not for me. i stoned, pretended to be busy. well, i'm a bad actor. it's way too obvious not to notice. anyway so yeah, my supervisor asked me why didn't i tell her i was free? hmm so i was kinda stumped for words. tell her? what am i supposed to say? hello, i'm so free. pls dump all ya work on me, i'll finish em for you.

i'm no saint when it comes to work. you pay me a pittance and expect me to slog my hearts out for you? hmm wait long long. so i juz sat there clicking in blank space with the finance director walking up and down beside me. i so wanna quit. still trying to come up with the best dialogue to make it sound nice and amicable. help me.. i'm not tt thick skinned to say your job's so boring, gimme a break.

so here i am, accumulating fats in everywhere possible. fats in the wrong place. tyres circling around me as i expand horizontally. disgusting state. yet i'm too darn lazy to work out, to get tt perky butt. hahah ok i'm juz being so lame. it muz be the after effects of an overdose of chips. so here goes, i'm gonna watch extreme makeover on tv. how contradicting of me. whatever, life's always imperfect and full of blemishes. juz gotta live with it.

today's my day off. but i'm sucha loser. sitting in ntu's library waiting to register my subjects which is a full 2hrs wait. i'm gonna be stoned and cobwebs will form all over me in no time.

sucha hassle to think of what subjects to register for. i think it's juz a girl think. creatures who need company. and i thot God made woman to comfort and be a partner for adam, not the other way around. registering for subjects really drain my already diminishing brain juice. have to think of whether it's useful, whether anyone's taking it, wheter the timetable's good blah blah blah. not all that independent, so i don't daret to venture into uncharted territories all by myself. i'll sink, drown and die a lonely death. (remy zero's save me is the most appropriate theme song now) so torn as to which module to take. shld i go for it's value as i think of it to be, or follow the sch's recommendation? dont wanna waste my energy to take both cuz only one's gonna be recognized anyway. i can go on n on abt this, but i shan't lest the blogger server kicks me out becuz it'll be way too long.

timetable for next sem's not gonna be as slack as i thot it wld be. bye to 3-day wk and hello to 4-long-day wk. then i can't arrange my time with lydia again. die.. i hope auntie anne won't kill me for this. sorry lydianne. ops, it's sucha long name to spell. lydia's much better u little punk.

something totally lame n funny happened at work today. during lunch, some short guy (an engineer i think. can't rem his name anyway. who cares. duh)
"think i've seen you somewhere" (fancy this happening in real life. i thot bad pick up lines only occur in lame joke books)
"erm no? never seen u b4"
"so where do you study?"
"ntu lor"
"ooo.... i was in ntu until i transferred to nus. found it too far" (why bother tell me. i'm not the least interested little fella)
"so are you having your IA now?"
"no, juz finished yr1"
"oh icic. i'm frm poly so entered later. you take 269 to ntu then?" (is there even sucha bus. hello? frm pakistan??)
"ermmmm..... there's only 179 & 199"
"oh yah oh yah. i forgot" (how can u forget if you claimed to hav switched last yr?)

anyway this is juz the excerpt frm the darn lousy conversation. don't think u can take me for a ride n believe your lousy story.
1. you can't get your facts right. contradict yourself frm beg to end. your plot's trash.
2. don't intrude in my lunch time.
3. never never ever ever send me emails when i don't know you.
4. a cutsie pic of a kitten makes it worse.
5. erm i think i'm as tall as you in my shoes, l'ill boy.

basically i think it's so darn humiliating. nevermind, i'll not see you anymore. doubt you dare come any inch closer. i'm not as friendly as ppl think. i bare my teeth, snarl, frown n sulk. don't try to come into my personal space. i'll bite you when u least expect it. buzz of you fly!

received a heeeuggeee miracle frm the One above yesterday. so urworthy of all the blessings, yet i get it bountifully. as what yee lin says, when you honour God, He honours you. and we receive grace n mercy in heaps. thankew Father! it's truly Your work at this, not mine.

oohhh, watching ch8 now. man, edmund chen really kicks some ass being some shao ye. but yeah, no matter how old he is, i'll still fancy watching him. so cute with the red cheeks! hahha i think only yee lin n myself share the same interest in him. hahaha sounds so auntish..