training for something in which you are desperately trying to achieve and yet, know that pessimism reigned over the attempts is really futile. it seems that someone, somehow, somewhat, is trying to deflat my optimism of being able to silverfied my i-pull attempts for pft. tried the closet thingy that ms ong said, and i got hurt. the skin from my middle finger got grazed off. it wasn't some small graze or, it was like, the skin peeled off and you-can-see-the-FLESH. like the raw under my skin. OUCH. hell yeah.

if you think that Singapore lacks of quality eyecandies, well, you're just out of luck girls. and in any case what-so-ever, lucky me happened to bump into Qi Yu Wu today! (this is where the: MUAHAHHAHA laughter sets in..) MUAHAHAHHA. hunkilicious, droolable and absolutely edible with that awesome tan, seemingly smooth complexion that makes me go GA-GA with envy. DARN. boy am i lucky. :) well, lucky i didn't pon my pon-deprived cca. :) SMIRKS. i am so SMUG bout it.
then again, i just remembered, he isn't LOCAL.
those who agree that Singapore LACKS of quality eyecandies say AYE!
"AYE!!!!"

taiwanese melodrama gets me every now and then. hongkong serial's stirring scenes get under my skin too. it's a love-hate relation manns. You simply love the melancholic portrayal of the forlorn, and yet hate the part where you go BOO-HOO-HOO.
Waste of tissue man.

i guess being an emotional temperamental scarified bitch these days freak people out. major turn off i realised, kinda the worst case scenario kind of person. I do hereby sincerely and solemnly apologise to those i have offended. No hostilities intended. Innate PMS. Sorrys!

waiting for the mother to return from work to sign my consent form for famine camp.
boy is she very very late.
but nevermind, shall get onto my math while i wait for her.

i hate my open wound. OUCH.

ripcurl leather sling. HERE I COME.
materialistic side of me sets in.
BUT i just can't help it! :(

i love the ripcurl leather sling. :) HAHHA.