Wednesday, November 22, 2006 . 11:55 AM

20 nov 2006.

a new day a new beginning.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006 . 12:10 AM

step up.
8-2.
if i knew it before hand i wouldn waste my 6.50.

flexible.
tickets sold. there goes my melayu.com.sg
grrr...
sistic? no more.

dani.

Friday, November 10, 2006 . 10:15 AM

a wet wet day.

a lime coke and not the rain.

slipper - damn wet due to rain

a geisha.

lime coke, gas burns the guess bag w800i and mp3.

10 notes smell coke.

a fucking stupid ass security guard.

w800i is in labour. on / off.

downgrade. lost contacts.

for those, sms me ur number to my number. thanks. appreciated.

Thursday, November 09, 2006 . 12:34 PM

There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance
To look into you eyes
And see you are looking back

It's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

Thursday, November 02, 2006 . 7:31 PM

and finally...

a short girl wearing a dress with slippers carrying 2 bags full of 3d stuff, a box and a big A1 size bag to fill in all the drawings from term 1 to term 2. its final.

a laughing stock.

stayed up the whole night preparing for a 10minute presentation. but wait a minute.. should i say it's a presentation when i was not even in the room while they were assessing my work.grrr...

im not sure of my situation. neither here nor there. some said if they asked for ur number it means that u have to reassess. others said the other way round. its good cause they want ur work for an exhibition.

as for me its a B-L-A-N-K. notin. no words. all he said was 'Now u cn go n enjoy ur Hari Raya...continue ur visitin..' hahahaha.

mayb i shall just wait for my christmas present.
more drawings to go.

old frens new frens.
some may be there but the others may just disappear and came to you when in need.
a 'one night-stand' perhaps.
telling stories everynight which is not meant for me.
force myself. being sensitive enough to know a fren's feeling.
my things are their things too.
its always good to share.
even to a certain extend.
too good. til i waste my golden chance.
a goodbye to everything which was once my fairytale dream.
believing in another love with him is like dreaming of myself being an isolde.