went to sakae with the classmates after biofund, which was hell.
headed to bugis street thereafter and shopped a bit.

made many plans to meet up during the holidays, of which our sentosa plan FINALLY materialised.

went to sentosa on monday with sarah, siew tin and rathi.

weather wasn't too good.ohmysunnytian, there wasn't even any sun.

saw wenhao and he still calls me smelly -.=

ooohhhh we caught the leap years.awesome moresome but a tad too draggy at certain scenes.

i want a guy to write me love notes and throw them down a building.haha not.

can't believed that my holidays are finally here but i've been sick.down with flu, sore throat and a terrible cough.SUCKZZ.

binged on tubs of ice cream, many packets of instant mee, multiple plates of sushi, pineapple tarts.basically, eating a hell lot, especially during shar's birthday celebration during the buffet at ellenborough market cafe at swissotel merchant court.

yanjun jess shar and me went to celebrate shar's eighteenth a couple of days back.xiu couldn't make it because she was really sick.poor girl.

my my, i can't believe we're that old.

a subtle transition from the world of being seventeen to the big eighteen.
i got to know shar in primary 5, we're in the same chinese class and we became classmates in sec 1.we argued over some really stupid stuff and stopped talking.seriously, i have no idea what we were arguing about.hahaha.i'm so glad things have turned out this way and we're still really really good friends till now.love you back babe (:

met winston after church yesterday at town.lunched, shopped and caught meet the spartans.it was short and there was a whole load of gay action.not worth your moolah.

i've read two books.the memory keeper's daughter and my sister's keeper.
awesome moresome.both books made me tear like a goondusamy.SHUCCS.

my sister's keeper:

There should be a statute of limitation of grief.A rule book that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month.That after forty-two days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain that you have heard her call out your name.That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass-if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it.That it is okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured birthdays.

For a long time, afterward, my father claimed to see Anna in the night sky.Sometimes it was the wink of her eye, sometimes the shape of her profile.He insisted that the stars were people who were so well loved they were traced in constellations, to live forever.My mother believed , for a long time, that Anna would come back to her.She began to look for signs-plants that bloomed too early, eggs with double yolks, salt spilled in the shape of letters.

And me, well, i began to hate myself.It was, of course, all my fault.If Anna had never filed that lawsuit,if she hadn't been at the courthouse signing papers with her attorney, she would never have been at that particular moment.She would be here, and i would be the one coming back to haunt her.

For a long time, i was sick.The transplant nearly failed, and then inexplicably, i began the long steep climb upward.It has been eight years since my last relapse, something not even Dr. Chance can understand.He thinks its a combination of the ATRA and the arsenic therapy-some contibuting delayed effect-but i knew better.It is that someone had to go, and Anna took my place.(i teared at this point)

My mother let me have that picture of Anna.But i didn't frame it; i put it into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet.It's there, just in case one of these days i start to lose her.There might be a morning when i wake uo and her face isn't the first thing i see.Or a lazy August afternoon when i can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulder.Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to tje sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps.When i start to feel this way I go into the bathroom and i lift up my shirt and touch the white lines of my scar.I remember how, at first, i thought the stitches seemed to spell out her name.I thought about her kidney working inside me and her blood running through my veins.I take her with me, wherever i go.

gooodyyy.i want to read and read and read.i'm so glad for the holidays for one simple reason.that is i don't have to study for any stupid quizzes.

i spent a couple of hours last night painting fake nails, you know those plastic ones you stick on your fingers.the kind you can get at daiso.not very fantastic but i'm happy.see what boredom does to people.

i have loved and lived (:

i have laughed and cried.

i think these past few weeks, i've had a fair share of ups and downs and experienced things that make life total shit, and beautiful.

all in a span of 14 days.wowza.

I NEED A JOBBBBBBBB.rawrr.

i want this fred perry dog tooth flats (:

BFFFLUTD = BEST FRIENDS FOREVER FOR LIFE UNTIL DEATH (: