just JUNK

pfft.
not satisfied.
i want to shop till i drop!
why la why youthopia no more.missed the chance lor.
weekend wasted. nothing done.
nursing a sorethroat due to excessive amounts of talking on sat and sun.
night at the museum 2 was crazy funny i tell you. definitely recommend it :)

can't wait for CG outing:) finally hor..
then we people will hav more pics together! ahha.

I do influence people.
so many plans,so little time. so much to do, so little time.
and why is everyone going off la?? not fair :'(
Listen.

onions rock.

not much of an occasion for this,
but do enjoy.
I like this woman -CAROL ANN DUFFY.
she rocks. ROFL

Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

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first.

a little spur of the moment decision to head out downtown together. Times square. The place for lala people?

MAYBE. but 'twas fun all the same:)

Chloe, the girl who eats choc shit and exclaims delicious and wants to go back again some time for more.

Suet mun(right) and her friend, Nikki from hometown.

was she ever ecstatic her best friend came to town to continue life with her.haha.

by the way, note that she's the wierd lady that drinks with 2 straws.

Not cause she has an ultra large mouth. Just cause.

Oh, and the choc shit i was telling you about. apparently it was vanilla ice cream.
Wendy's are so not doing it right then. vanilla = white no??

-more pics later la. they just don't load.so irritating.

second.

not that its less important than the second,
as it does really take centre stage nowadays,
but why the heck is it so hhhott?
it rains, but you still feel the sweltering heat, no sense of coolness after the storm at all!
That is if you get a storm at all la.
no point showering and wasting water if you're gonna come out the next second sweating, is there?
ugh.. but i do still bathe and waste water, if you're wondering..

on a lighter note (pun intended),

third.

all hail Kris Allen,
this awesome guy should win.
not black goth wierd Adam Lambert.
America, you better vote properly.

Although yeah, Adam probably makes more of a statement, but still..

And Kris and David Archuleta, a bit of resemblance there right? in style and looks?

hmm.. fate wise?? maybe?

haha.

fourth.

"Now that we've established that worship is life and life is worship, my question for you is simple:
Do you feel the presence of God in your life?
(or in another way, how real is God in your life?)"

OUCH.

To pursue my love for God again.

all the more, all the deeper.

We speak of worship, we speak of reverance, we speak of surrender - but the Bible says that the most important thing, is Love (1Cor 13:13).

The presence of God isn't just a feeling, it can be a state of being.
A state you live in constantly.

It's homework apparently. I HATE HOMEWORK. So I'd much rather see it as a challenge,

and if I fulfilled the task I'm giving myself two weeks. Am I excited.
The test. heh. so far-ny.

five.

Random facts on NS I don't tell people:-

one. We (meaning exactly 23 people in the dorm, girls in that case) crazily books toilets to shower.

to clue you into the picture, here's an example.

(walks into the dorm, shower time)

the two toilet booths are empty, but never go in there simply just cause it's empty,

unless you want to incur the wrath of 22 other girls.

a bit exaggerating la, but it's somewhere along those lines.

a: Who's going in next?

b: c la.

a: oh c, after?

c: nope, it's d after.

a: d, after?

d: nope, e after.

a: e, after?

The conversation much as well continues that way until it reaches the end of the line la, which in my case is most usually the real end end since a few of us are always " man ban pai"- a step slower.

when people showering I eat. when people laze around, I shower.

two. Ramlee burgers are heaven.

Yep, we still get to eat ramlee burgers in NS. tells you how much they torture us there doesn't it?

we practically run to the stalls during yuck menu days, weekends or free time.

The cafe, includes the kedai which sells EVERYTHING!, the drink stall and the burger stall.

it was the hang out spot. We even nicknamed it 1U during the start due to the missing of civilisation. haha.

a: going 1U ah?

b: yep, come lets go.

a: okey, taking the car right??

ayam biasa. daging biasa. these rm 1.80 is it? much loved ayam special. means added egg and nice sauce.that for rm2.80 i think?

I tell you, it's pretty much sold out unless you go there early.

towards the end of camp, people started getting smarter and started booking burgers (more precisely the patties), and so life was another big huge rat race literally.

* denise, remember how you ran to the shop on the 2nd day to "SHOP" just cause you totally miss shopping? we laughed our heads OFF watching you run and scream and grab everything i tell you. haha!

and then in the end, finally graduating from camp not as the customer but as the cashier. not bad lor!*

nope, she doesn't get paid, it's not some fancy high-ended place, but she still suffered the storm and rain to be there to play cashier (she didn't realise she wouldn't need to since there won't be any customers in that kind of a weather XD). But then again, people turn funny in NS right? haha.

more later la. the whole ns ranting post will come sometime. In due time. This is just the "appetizer"=D

footnote. Again, phebe has reached another transition in life where she worries where will she go after this. Her future she means (bigger things in her mind you know). Aah, someone said, maybe there might not be a future for us literally which brings us to not even needing a future. Pfft.realists. (No fair, I want to live Devil Wears Prada's Life ! Devil or Anne Hathaway also can. pick either ;) )

I LOVE COLOUR

CHEERS

IF

" If only money grew on trees"

So you say it'll never happen.

Laugh all you want.

But what if it did? or so I fervently wish XP

Then, poof!!

1. No more worries.Shop Shop Shop :)

2. Instead of earning money whilst polluting the whole environment like crazy, it's will be the most eco-friendly way to get money. Plant a tree!! Towards a greener earth anyone??with money included too you know.

3. Instead of working your butts off for money, instead you would be building a career, realising your however big shot dreams with the money.or maybe just lazing around doing nothing (which isn't such a bad idea after all). Not slaving off to some nonsense job just to make ends meet. or studying like shit just so you could get more money to finance your education which leads to you slaving and slogging and the whole process repeats itself. You know what i mean.

which leads me too...JPA RESULTS are coming out!

real soon.

oh my darling god, you know how much i want it right:)

pretty pretty please<3

but wait,

if that happens,

who's going to provide me with shopping service??

who's going to serve me?

ugh..and I thought i was about to reach that "lightbulb" sensation.

Like Archimedes and his Eureka! I'd probably, nah most definitely get a cooler word than him.

But.

*dream bubbles burst*

continue dreaming lah you o.O

Sleeping time i think.

sore arm.

when there's bird flu I get the jab.

when there's swine flu I get the jab.

It's a never ending cycle.

But again, I don't want to die mah.

:)

for the love of English

I've just realised that albeit the not so canggih world, the lack of sitcoms or joke books and whatever else that makes a person funny, people were really witty those days!


this was the 1st thing that got me laughing in Great Expectations.


-...To five little tombstones, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their (parents) grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine -- who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly early in that universal struggle - I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.-


HAHAH. not sure if you might be in the same wavelength as me but that whole long phrase also meant their dead, without much reason for that matter.

and also some really good motivational reminders from time to time..


-...be it so or be it son't (the negative of so, lol), you must be a common scholar afore you can be an uncommon one, I should hope! The king upon his throne, with his crown upon his ed (head), can't sit and write his acts of Parliament in print, without having begun, when he were an unpromoted Prince, with the alphabet -and begun at A too, and worked his way to Z. -


note to self: yes ur going to be an exceptional person soon enough. It's the preparatory course :) right. A girl has her right to dream.so whatever.



Classics have their own way of drawing people in lah. So enriching to read them unlike rah rah chick lits you have nowadays. Don't get me wrong, those are an awesome genre of books but come on, grow up and start reading something for all it's worth! which includes awesome wit, awesome language and awesome storyline.NOT TYPICAL i love you, you love him, he loves someone else with the occasional devil/evil witch and it repeats itself all over. (hint someone~~)



quote unquoted : classics are always a good buy. they test your mental endurance but reward you till the end.



ok, maybe not just 'em classics. Try some thrillers, murders, or life changing/heart-warming/mind provoking books, non lovey-dovey stories once in a while. You'd see..

about time you threw this out :)

I came across this word while searching for something..

pra.ma// [prah-muh, pram-uh] noun
1. prom drama
2. a situation or series of events related to one's prom and marked by emotional outbursts,paranoid, overreactions, and feelings of tremendous insecurity.
usage: When 'Jessica' learned the dress wasn't available with an empire waist, she sobbed uncontrollably, displaying classic symptoms of prama.

*insert disclaimer. unsure of authenticity though ;)*

Three cheers for English.

Understood?!

You know sometimes when you're so tired of just standing there and let LIFE throw its rubbish at you and then you just stand up and say "ugh!enough!" and hope your words actually make a difference when deep down you know you cant fight the forces of nature?

Yeah.
Oh well. It's one of those days.