Just 30 minutes ago,
a hari raya house visiting ended with a broken glass frame & bleeding finger & toe.

FUCK

3 things that I don't want to hear during Hari Raya:

1. "When are you getting married?"
2. Bitching of the other relatives.
3. Quarrels among siblings & relatives.

2,000 in 5 years!

Was toying around with the new found design tools in blogger and came across a photo video thingy to which I thought
"Hey why not try this tool & compile pictures from the past 22 years of my life & upload them?"
Sounds cool right?
So there I was for the past 2 hours or so,
signing in and out of dusty photobucket and friendster to retrieve all those good old pictures...
*Didn't know I have a Web Picasa account too!*
& not forgetting the old virusy FB account....
To my horror,
there's at least some good TWO THOUSAND over pictures just for the past 5 years!
*faints*
It may not sound Whoah to many,
but Whoah to me!
Since when I took all the photos manz?
I can't even hold a ditzy digital camera properly!

So yupz,
moral of the story,
Whoah!
That's some history tracking for me~

And so it seems this space has collected more dust than my 6 years living in this house!
Hehx...

Wouldn't it be interesting if there's a device which can read the thoughts and instanteneously update the space?
But then again,
all our thoughts will be known to the world nay?
Well maybe the device can be programme to what content and when we want our thoughts to be updated on the space...

4 months passed since the last update,
& yupz!
Life has been such a rollercoaster that I can't believe I'm still in 2010!
Bummer....
At times I just wish the years will pass by faster so that I'll grow old faster & face the consequences of all my sins...

2010 is definitely NOT my year...
Friendships broken,
people moving away from me,
blood ties breaking,
health dwindling....
At the end of each day,
back to dearest self to pick herself up again...

On a lighter note,
it's the same phase year in year out for the last 22 years right?

It's just a matter of time when I will be completely crazy & trap in the cell alone talking to 4 walls....

Wouldn't it be great to be young and carefree again...

Life's too confusing...

We chase for things that are not ours,

& neglect things that are ours...

Pardon for the angsty vibes that I've been sending out lately...

Call me pathetic,

call me desperate...

But all I need at this moment,

is a pair of listening ears,

that can be there for me when I need them...

I can't remember the times I hugged Mum as compared to the times I hugged Dad...

I just want to be love,

not hate...

Why can't anyone see that?

#1 on Hate List:

Mom



#1 on Love List:

Mom

The weather has once again Garfield-fied me...

Wouldn't it be great if it's the semester break?

Lazing around on the lazy sofa in the hot humid weather with a glass of ice latte in hand,

cool air-conditioned air blowing gently across the room,

Jason Mraz serenading through the radio speakers...

Gosh....

Wish life is that great....

It sucks to begin your day drenched in your own sweat...

Panting and sticky as you make your journey to the MRT from home...

Wiping the neverending sweat that keeps trickling down your forehead and neck until the tissue packet runs out...

All you could think of were cool Ice Tea with bubbles or the cool blue swimming pool that glitters under the scorching sun...

Then you started cursing the train driver for arriving late and not blasting the air-conditioned...

Began staring at brainless commuters who push their asses through the tiny train doors...

Life ain't fun at all when it's a burning 39 degree celsius for the past 4 days...

Though it rained a couple of times...

It's ain't fun at all...

Garfield just want to chillax with a cuppa ice latte...

Sometimes,
I don't know what I'm doing with my life...
I can feel so aimless,
lost,
unsure,
confused?...
I have so many plans so many goals to achieve,
but gravitity is always pulling me back to where I am...
There are so many thoughts running through my mind each day,
so many questions that are left hanging...
It's mentally draining to keep repeating this phase of life that all I want to do now,
is to just sit down...

I'm tired of finding of searching of chasing of changing of pondering of fearing of...........
............................................
I'm just plain tired...

I really don't know what I'm doing with my life...