BAOBEIs (:
for june sister(:
for IANkor.
i just came back from J8 buying tolietries.
ltr going trim my hair :D
imiss sisters :D
Friday, November 30, 2007
2weeks post (:
Everyone slowly read this post alrights, it will represent me for the 2weeks ,
read one after everyfew day okays(:
Language of Love
by Rae Armantrout
There were distinctive
dips and shivers
in the various foliage,
syncopated,
almost cadenced in the way
that once made him invent
“understanding.”
*
Now the boss could say
“parameters”
and mean something
like “I’ll pinch.”
By repeating the gesture exactly
the woman awakened
an excited suspicion
in the infant.
When he awakened
she was just returning from
one of her little trips.
It’s common to confuse
the distance
with flirtation:
that expectant solemnity
which seems to invite a kiss.
*
He stroked her carapace
with his claw.
They had developed a code
in which each word appeared to refer
to some abdicated function.
Thus, in a department store,
Petite Impressions might neighbor
Town Square.
But he exaggerated it
by mincing
words like “micturition,”
setting scenes
in which the dainty lover
would pretend to leave.
*
Was it sadness or fear?
He still wasn’t back.
The act of identification,
she recognized,
was always a pleasure,
but this lasting difference
between sense and recognition
made her unhappy
or afraid.
Once she was rewarded
by the beams
of headlights flitting
in play.
--------------------------------------
Black Valentine
by Tess Gallagher
I run the comb through his lush hair,
letting it think into my wrist
the way the wrist whispers to the cards
with punctuation and savvy in a game of solitaire.
So much not to be said the scissors
are saying in the hasp and sheer
of the morning. Eleven years I’ve cut
his hair and even now, this last time, we hide
fear to save pleasure
as bulwark. My dearest—the hair says as it brushes my
thighs—my only—on the way to the floor. If the hair
is a soul-sign, the soul obeys our gravity, piles up
in animal mounds and worships the feet. We’re
silent so peace rays over us like Bernice’s hair
shaken out across the heavens. If there were gods
we are to believe they animated her shorn locks
with more darkness than light, and harm
was put by after the Syrian campaign, and
harm was put by as you tipped the cards
from the table like a child bored
with losing. I spread my hair like a tent over us
to make safety wear its twin heads, one to face death,
the other blasted so piteously by love
you throw the lantern of the moment against
the wall and take me in with our old joke, the one
that marks my northern skies, “Hey, babe,” you say
like a man who knows how to live on earth. “Hey,”
with your arm around my hips, “what you doing
after work?” Silly to ask now if the hair
she put on the altar, imagining her power over
his passage, was dead or living.
--------------------------------------
Wedding Dress
by Michael Waters
That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then—lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed—
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before—
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
--------------------------------------
A Fixed Idea
by Amy Lowell
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant; and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
--------------------------------------
The Dream
by John Donne
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.
As lightning, or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak'd me;
Yet I thought thee
(For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angel's art,
When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
Coming and staying show'd thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is weak where fear's as strong as he;
'Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;
Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
--------------------------------------
The Greatest Love
by Anna Swir
She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.
She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
“You have hair like pearls.”
Her children say:
“Old fool.”
--------------------------------------
Intimate Letters
by Rosanna Warren
She reads romances, she spells poorly, she’s full-breasted,
broad in the beam, matron in a cloche hat,
bulky knee-length skirt, apron, thick calves, white stockings, Mary Janes.
Her heels go click click on the pavement.
She has those dark Gypsy eyes and the wide laugh.
He loves it when she tosses her head like that.
And here she is in long skirt and embroidered blouse, posing
by her dwarf ornamental orange tree on the balcony:
high pale forehead, stacked dark hair, heavy jaw, bust cleaving forward like a prow.
And here she is on holiday with her husband the businessman the perpetual traveller
with the commanding walk and striped tie and blunt mustache.
“Two decidedly Jewish types,” writes Zdenka Janáčková, J’s wife:
they send her, in the last year of the war,
bread, butter, eggs, semolina flour, geese
from the husband’s military contacts.
--------------------------------------
Shy Boy
by Greg Sellers
I wait for my shadow to forget me,
to take that one phantom step that I keep
from taking. I wait for the simple flash
of a dancer's spat upon this one moon
of stage-light, the mind's lonely oval
illuminated on the surface of some
windless pond or slew. And the old soft-shoe
practices to get it right, husha-husha-hush
in its constant audition of sawdust.
Even this choreography of useless
wishing is not enough to keep tonight
from becoming nothing more than some floor's
forgotten routine where faded, numbered
dance-steps silently waltz themselves away.
The orchestra's now ready to Fauré
into the evening's last song while I try
to convince myself to cross this room
for the first time all night and rinse
what's left in some débutante's silver
sequined waterfall, hope keeling hopelessly
ever closer to the edge. Across the floor
other couples sashay on. A tin flask empties
itself from asking, the shadow's last chance
now wasted in some chandelier's dim lust.
--------------------------------------
read one after everyfew day okays(:
Language of Love
by Rae Armantrout
There were distinctive
dips and shivers
in the various foliage,
syncopated,
almost cadenced in the way
that once made him invent
“understanding.”
*
Now the boss could say
“parameters”
and mean something
like “I’ll pinch.”
By repeating the gesture exactly
the woman awakened
an excited suspicion
in the infant.
When he awakened
she was just returning from
one of her little trips.
It’s common to confuse
the distance
with flirtation:
that expectant solemnity
which seems to invite a kiss.
*
He stroked her carapace
with his claw.
They had developed a code
in which each word appeared to refer
to some abdicated function.
Thus, in a department store,
Petite Impressions might neighbor
Town Square.
But he exaggerated it
by mincing
words like “micturition,”
setting scenes
in which the dainty lover
would pretend to leave.
*
Was it sadness or fear?
He still wasn’t back.
The act of identification,
she recognized,
was always a pleasure,
but this lasting difference
between sense and recognition
made her unhappy
or afraid.
Once she was rewarded
by the beams
of headlights flitting
in play.
--------------------------------------
Black Valentine
by Tess Gallagher
I run the comb through his lush hair,
letting it think into my wrist
the way the wrist whispers to the cards
with punctuation and savvy in a game of solitaire.
So much not to be said the scissors
are saying in the hasp and sheer
of the morning. Eleven years I’ve cut
his hair and even now, this last time, we hide
fear to save pleasure
as bulwark. My dearest—the hair says as it brushes my
thighs—my only—on the way to the floor. If the hair
is a soul-sign, the soul obeys our gravity, piles up
in animal mounds and worships the feet. We’re
silent so peace rays over us like Bernice’s hair
shaken out across the heavens. If there were gods
we are to believe they animated her shorn locks
with more darkness than light, and harm
was put by after the Syrian campaign, and
harm was put by as you tipped the cards
from the table like a child bored
with losing. I spread my hair like a tent over us
to make safety wear its twin heads, one to face death,
the other blasted so piteously by love
you throw the lantern of the moment against
the wall and take me in with our old joke, the one
that marks my northern skies, “Hey, babe,” you say
like a man who knows how to live on earth. “Hey,”
with your arm around my hips, “what you doing
after work?” Silly to ask now if the hair
she put on the altar, imagining her power over
his passage, was dead or living.
--------------------------------------
Wedding Dress
by Michael Waters
That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then—lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed—
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before—
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
--------------------------------------
A Fixed Idea
by Amy Lowell
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant; and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
--------------------------------------
The Dream
by John Donne
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.
As lightning, or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak'd me;
Yet I thought thee
(For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angel's art,
When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
Coming and staying show'd thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is weak where fear's as strong as he;
'Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;
Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
--------------------------------------
The Greatest Love
by Anna Swir
She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.
She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
“You have hair like pearls.”
Her children say:
“Old fool.”
--------------------------------------
Intimate Letters
by Rosanna Warren
She reads romances, she spells poorly, she’s full-breasted,
broad in the beam, matron in a cloche hat,
bulky knee-length skirt, apron, thick calves, white stockings, Mary Janes.
Her heels go click click on the pavement.
She has those dark Gypsy eyes and the wide laugh.
He loves it when she tosses her head like that.
And here she is in long skirt and embroidered blouse, posing
by her dwarf ornamental orange tree on the balcony:
high pale forehead, stacked dark hair, heavy jaw, bust cleaving forward like a prow.
And here she is on holiday with her husband the businessman the perpetual traveller
with the commanding walk and striped tie and blunt mustache.
“Two decidedly Jewish types,” writes Zdenka Janáčková, J’s wife:
they send her, in the last year of the war,
bread, butter, eggs, semolina flour, geese
from the husband’s military contacts.
--------------------------------------
Shy Boy
by Greg Sellers
I wait for my shadow to forget me,
to take that one phantom step that I keep
from taking. I wait for the simple flash
of a dancer's spat upon this one moon
of stage-light, the mind's lonely oval
illuminated on the surface of some
windless pond or slew. And the old soft-shoe
practices to get it right, husha-husha-hush
in its constant audition of sawdust.
Even this choreography of useless
wishing is not enough to keep tonight
from becoming nothing more than some floor's
forgotten routine where faded, numbered
dance-steps silently waltz themselves away.
The orchestra's now ready to Fauré
into the evening's last song while I try
to convince myself to cross this room
for the first time all night and rinse
what's left in some débutante's silver
sequined waterfall, hope keeling hopelessly
ever closer to the edge. Across the floor
other couples sashay on. A tin flask empties
itself from asking, the shadow's last chance
now wasted in some chandelier's dim lust.
--------------------------------------
STUDY ! :DDDD
i SO happy alrights(:
i finally dont like him lerh lehs,
okays im overeacting but then close sisters you are should get what i mean bahs (:
my next aim is to go JC alrights!
i know i have been slacking this two years.
step lian lahs, do bad things lahs, all craps.
but then now no more;
no more Vulgarities.
no more the past.
seriously i would want to thanks;
MADELEINE(:
whenever theres exam she would lends lots of note for me okays !
VERA(:
whenever i fall asleep in class or not paying attention,
she pen down the notes for me !
JOLEEN(:
she everytime say; PRICO actually you very clever the lohs but dont want study !
thanks jo, i know.
and i will stop my nonsese okays ! :D
thanks for the concern.
i will make you all proud the !
PROMISE, STUDY is what i will do now.
if anyone saw me slacking not doing hw and blablabla.
SLAPme alrights !
no more wildfull child.
&&& i really hope i WONT fall inlove in this 2 years,
so guys, get out of my sight alrights.
and friends, dont jio me out that often.
a week once will do.
if its slacking then suan le, i rather you all say go study.
and seriously i dont care if ppl will say if im nerd or sth.
cause my future wont be destroy in their few words.
in order to buy branded stuff, own a huge house & and to live happily ever after.
i will study for it (:
i have already wasted 2 years.
dear friends, if you all are really true, get me to study better ! :D
i finally dont like him lerh lehs,
okays im overeacting but then close sisters you are should get what i mean bahs (:
my next aim is to go JC alrights!
i know i have been slacking this two years.
step lian lahs, do bad things lahs, all craps.
but then now no more;
no more Vulgarities.
no more the past.
seriously i would want to thanks;
MADELEINE(:
whenever theres exam she would lends lots of note for me okays !
VERA(:
whenever i fall asleep in class or not paying attention,
she pen down the notes for me !
JOLEEN(:
she everytime say; PRICO actually you very clever the lohs but dont want study !
thanks jo, i know.
and i will stop my nonsese okays ! :D
thanks for the concern.
i will make you all proud the !
PROMISE, STUDY is what i will do now.
if anyone saw me slacking not doing hw and blablabla.
SLAPme alrights !
no more wildfull child.
&&& i really hope i WONT fall inlove in this 2 years,
so guys, get out of my sight alrights.
and friends, dont jio me out that often.
a week once will do.
if its slacking then suan le, i rather you all say go study.
and seriously i dont care if ppl will say if im nerd or sth.
cause my future wont be destroy in their few words.
in order to buy branded stuff, own a huge house & and to live happily ever after.
i will study for it (:
i have already wasted 2 years.
dear friends, if you all are really true, get me to study better ! :D
Thursday, November 29, 2007
sians, i suddenly find out im so emotional just now.
boredom, ZZZ
sisters, i realise my heart really let go of jx's love lerh sehs.
first time i not emo after whole night of crying.
YEAHHHHH ! at least im able to forget him fast (:
thanks madeleine for being concern.
i wouldnt like last time the me emo for weeks and months le.
loves'prico
boredom, ZZZ
sisters, i realise my heart really let go of jx's love lerh sehs.
first time i not emo after whole night of crying.
YEAHHHHH ! at least im able to forget him fast (:
thanks madeleine for being concern.
i wouldnt like last time the me emo for weeks and months le.
loves'prico
Goodbye, my love.
i couldnt control my tears again,
everything just came back to me as if it was just yesterday.
i could still remember every word they say, every movement they make.
its was joshua's birthday chalet remember? last year.
you all say so many hurtful things.
but you know what ?
the most hurtful words werent what gary say,
it was you.
you said: ayes, ppl want cry liaos lorhs.
it was that moment my tears ran down remember?
that incident hunt my down,
make me cry almost every night.
till one day, we patch back then i was able to forget.
remember i did ask you who was the want who started those words.
you said it wasnt you, you keep say it was ian.
i trust you, i believe you.
and why now ? you all have to treat tricia this way ?
and the evidence you all have?
is really ridiculars,
please, you yourself also every time sms msn also like that dexiao ppl.
then ppl play play back also counted as hong ?
it wasnt lah okays.
you finally got me a reason to let go of you.
even though i wasnt waiting for you anymore,
but then you were always somewhere in my heart.
i used to find you a great guy,
thats why im able to fall inlove with you so many times.
i can still remember the first time you hold my hand,
you swing it so hard, as if a little kid.
and you blush so hard, you ddint want to let my hand go until i said so.
perhaps you forgotten le bahs, after holding so many girls hand.
i still remember that night you come to fetch me after tuition.
it was really sweet lah, but you might have already forgotten.
and remember ian birthday cause that day my parents were around simei
then i scare they saw us, you wanted to hold my hand i didnt.
you were so understandeble.
and when times i couldnt contact you,
you didnt complain.
i really apperciate all those.
but then things seem to have proven me wrong,
not just this once.
i know you hardly make promises,
but then got once you said you will learnt from your mistakes
and treat me better?
have you forgotten everything?
and now i learn from the mistake you made.
remember that day marcus prank you.
starting i didnt know anything.
after that i found out, i keep ask marcus to stop.
then marcus say just treat it if he accept you then you two stead lorhs.
if he reject then marcus say is he do want.
but i didnt even want to hear your answer.
or should say i dont dare.
the hurt you gave me was the greatest.
and i couldnt just let my heart fall in someone else love.
everytime i rejected someone else is because of you.
yet i didnt dare to be in love with you anymore.
once bitten, twice shy.
but then now the most scary aint those hurtful words anymore,
not a uncaring boyfriend who dosent treat his girlfriend as one.
i have become numb to those,
the most frightening,
is the sweet things you do.
i remember i told you before, dont treat me so good can.
cause i always fall inlove with you again.
remeber you once ask me how come everytime you jio me i always accept.
cause your sweet things just couldnt make me dont love you.
why do like to treat me good when we are not together,
and when we are together?
i think you shld know bahs.
your love is just to hard for me.
i can still remember everytime i patch back with you there will be ppl
asking me not to , scolding me dumb.
do you even know ?
but i just thought you werent what they say.
but you have proven me wrong bahs.
the times when you call me dear, laopo,
sms sweet thing tell me mushy stuff.
suddenly fell so unreal , so fake, so impossible to me.
you make me cry countlessly..
i finally dare to say out all this out loud,
junxian, i will learn fromt the mistakes you make the.
i want to take back all the iloveyou i had say to you,
all the mushy sms, talks and i will take away my love from you.
Goodbye LOVE;
everything just came back to me as if it was just yesterday.
i could still remember every word they say, every movement they make.
its was joshua's birthday chalet remember? last year.
you all say so many hurtful things.
but you know what ?
the most hurtful words werent what gary say,
it was you.
you said: ayes, ppl want cry liaos lorhs.
it was that moment my tears ran down remember?
that incident hunt my down,
make me cry almost every night.
till one day, we patch back then i was able to forget.
remember i did ask you who was the want who started those words.
you said it wasnt you, you keep say it was ian.
i trust you, i believe you.
and why now ? you all have to treat tricia this way ?
and the evidence you all have?
is really ridiculars,
please, you yourself also every time sms msn also like that dexiao ppl.
then ppl play play back also counted as hong ?
it wasnt lah okays.
you finally got me a reason to let go of you.
even though i wasnt waiting for you anymore,
but then you were always somewhere in my heart.
i used to find you a great guy,
thats why im able to fall inlove with you so many times.
i can still remember the first time you hold my hand,
you swing it so hard, as if a little kid.
and you blush so hard, you ddint want to let my hand go until i said so.
perhaps you forgotten le bahs, after holding so many girls hand.
i still remember that night you come to fetch me after tuition.
it was really sweet lah, but you might have already forgotten.
and remember ian birthday cause that day my parents were around simei
then i scare they saw us, you wanted to hold my hand i didnt.
you were so understandeble.
and when times i couldnt contact you,
you didnt complain.
i really apperciate all those.
but then things seem to have proven me wrong,
not just this once.
i know you hardly make promises,
but then got once you said you will learnt from your mistakes
and treat me better?
have you forgotten everything?
and now i learn from the mistake you made.
remember that day marcus prank you.
starting i didnt know anything.
after that i found out, i keep ask marcus to stop.
then marcus say just treat it if he accept you then you two stead lorhs.
if he reject then marcus say is he do want.
but i didnt even want to hear your answer.
or should say i dont dare.
the hurt you gave me was the greatest.
and i couldnt just let my heart fall in someone else love.
everytime i rejected someone else is because of you.
yet i didnt dare to be in love with you anymore.
once bitten, twice shy.
but then now the most scary aint those hurtful words anymore,
not a uncaring boyfriend who dosent treat his girlfriend as one.
i have become numb to those,
the most frightening,
is the sweet things you do.
i remember i told you before, dont treat me so good can.
cause i always fall inlove with you again.
remeber you once ask me how come everytime you jio me i always accept.
cause your sweet things just couldnt make me dont love you.
why do like to treat me good when we are not together,
and when we are together?
i think you shld know bahs.
your love is just to hard for me.
i can still remember everytime i patch back with you there will be ppl
asking me not to , scolding me dumb.
do you even know ?
but i just thought you werent what they say.
but you have proven me wrong bahs.
the times when you call me dear, laopo,
sms sweet thing tell me mushy stuff.
suddenly fell so unreal , so fake, so impossible to me.
you make me cry countlessly..
i finally dare to say out all this out loud,
junxian, i will learn fromt the mistakes you make the.
i want to take back all the iloveyou i had say to you,
all the mushy sms, talks and i will take away my love from you.
Goodbye LOVE;
dear sister, i hope you see this )'X
im sorry im saying this now.
evern though i dont know whats happening cause no one told me.
but then in whoever whatever stituation you are in now i got to say this.
Girl,
im just plain upset okays.
actually i wanted to shout at you but like what we say we dont do things like that anymore.
if you really scare going at day time afraid of getting dark then suan le bahs.
if you rather go bugis and find that orchard is far then i give up.
you have changed.
the you last time concern most about inner beauty but now ?
outer bahs.
me and mad have talk through it, or maybe its only me who thinks that way.
actually i longed wanted to say this.
but everytime your sweet talks my heart just melts.
remember you say you wouldnt take me for granted?
have you forgotten ?
or maybe is like what you say,
the more closer friends we get the more dift apart we are.
what can i say ?
we already lost one great sister, and now?
RAD is suppose to be together.
go out call everyone.
do everything everyone.
but now ?
i did rather have you and just mad, no more.
please, i dont want to drift apart from you.
or maybe is you who wants it.
you go ahead and think about it bahs.
we will be able to cool down after i come back from overseas.
takecare.
evern though i dont know whats happening cause no one told me.
but then in whoever whatever stituation you are in now i got to say this.
Girl,
im just plain upset okays.
actually i wanted to shout at you but like what we say we dont do things like that anymore.
if you really scare going at day time afraid of getting dark then suan le bahs.
if you rather go bugis and find that orchard is far then i give up.
you have changed.
the you last time concern most about inner beauty but now ?
outer bahs.
me and mad have talk through it, or maybe its only me who thinks that way.
actually i longed wanted to say this.
but everytime your sweet talks my heart just melts.
remember you say you wouldnt take me for granted?
have you forgotten ?
or maybe is like what you say,
the more closer friends we get the more dift apart we are.
what can i say ?
we already lost one great sister, and now?
RAD is suppose to be together.
go out call everyone.
do everything everyone.
but now ?
i did rather have you and just mad, no more.
please, i dont want to drift apart from you.
or maybe is you who wants it.
you go ahead and think about it bahs.
we will be able to cool down after i come back from overseas.
takecare.
Mad, my awesome friend (:
cookies sumit (:
meet up with mad at airport today (:
we chatted alot.
went to swensens then burger.
headed to tmart and meet jiekai.
had lots of fun lahs !
I LOVE mad & jiekei okays ! ;DDD
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Yesterday went tamp meet yvonne june.
take neoprints and headed simei.
i called junyu nanny so MANY times can.
[stupid nanny dont say i boxim anymore!]
then called gary to ask.
tricia came followed by ian and co.
slacked, sians lahs starting to hate slacking alot cans.
i suddenly got so uberly TIRED.
then me and june went to meet teckmeng and marcus at whitesand.
played at arcade and headed to 209.
meet jx, slack again -,-
ian and co came back to meet us.
i went home.
saw joleen and rahimah today it was like 123456789 years i didnt saw them lahs !
then saw PAPAjoshua, i miss him like 123456789 also.
lols ;p
photos later on bahs (;
take neoprints and headed simei.
i called junyu nanny so MANY times can.
[stupid nanny dont say i boxim anymore!]
then called gary to ask.
tricia came followed by ian and co.
slacked, sians lahs starting to hate slacking alot cans.
i suddenly got so uberly TIRED.
then me and june went to meet teckmeng and marcus at whitesand.
played at arcade and headed to 209.
meet jx, slack again -,-
ian and co came back to meet us.
i went home.
saw joleen and rahimah today it was like 123456789 years i didnt saw them lahs !
then saw PAPAjoshua, i miss him like 123456789 also.
lols ;p
photos later on bahs (;
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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wake up at 12 as i slept at 4.
sians, i seems just to sleep a little later each night goes by. )))';
last week i slept at 12plus1.
slowly it became 3 then like this few days 4.
i guess imgoing overseas soon..
i will MISS
MY PAPA&MAMA ,
3sisters ,
R.A.D ,
yvonne, june&vera&joleen !
today went to shop for my winter stuff.
went to simei&parkway.
sians, and im like spending huge amouts of $$ from my mum.
SORRY,mummy );
mum, i know you were very concern about me going oversea with my aunts.
she was afraid me getting cold, and this and that.
she couldnt stop buying stuff for me.
she scare i later skin dry and brought lots of mark&spenser's lotion, body foam ..blablabla.
then she scare i ltr cold and brought sweater, a wool hat, wamer clothes&&&
a new bag just to fit my whole outfit.
Thanks mum ;D
the rest of my relatives were like very concern too.
my xiaoyi (: smaller aunt Corine.
gave my alot of spare cash and lend me her digital cam ;D
myeryi(: second aunt Doris. my her family.
brought sweater luagues and gloves hat and cash for me ;D
mydayima(: biggest aunt Niji.
cook alot dishes for me and warn me from alot of things.
MyDAD, PAPA vincent.
he didnt say anything about the trip to me.
but my mum told me that he didnt want me to go.
he was worry, dad even though you didnt say anything but thanks for the slient love(:
MyMUM, MAMA maggie.
MA, iloveyou the ok ! thanks for the everything!
you brought me out every weekend to buy winterstuff.
and veryweek i spended more&more.
XIEXIE NI ! ((((((((((;
i seriously love my family alot.
kkays, back to the things today.
ate at MOSburger and headed to simei.
i shopped at simei for the warmer clothes and wool socks.
ate newzealand icecream(: strawberry surprise, mango sobet& banana Delight ;D
headed to parkway.
i brought sweaters, t shirts, a new bag , lotions& co , a new shoe and a wool hat.
wait for dad and fetch us to eat and went home.
i just watch KINGKONG yesterday night.
i cried, its so touching cans ! )))'';
and coprse bride was a dead boring show =,=
p/s: mad get wellsoon okays ! ;D
and went to bugis with yvonne and june that dontknow what day. (:
ps, brought a white skinny.
photos for yesterday (:
someone? sing me a bed time lulaby.. x33
sians, i seems just to sleep a little later each night goes by. )))';
last week i slept at 12plus1.
slowly it became 3 then like this few days 4.
i guess imgoing overseas soon..
i will MISS
MY PAPA&MAMA ,
3sisters ,
R.A.D ,
yvonne, june&vera&joleen !
today went to shop for my winter stuff.
went to simei&parkway.
sians, and im like spending huge amouts of $$ from my mum.
SORRY,mummy );
mum, i know you were very concern about me going oversea with my aunts.
she was afraid me getting cold, and this and that.
she couldnt stop buying stuff for me.
she scare i later skin dry and brought lots of mark&spenser's lotion, body foam ..blablabla.
then she scare i ltr cold and brought sweater, a wool hat, wamer clothes&&&
a new bag just to fit my whole outfit.
Thanks mum ;D
the rest of my relatives were like very concern too.
my xiaoyi (: smaller aunt Corine.
gave my alot of spare cash and lend me her digital cam ;D
myeryi(: second aunt Doris. my her family.
brought sweater luagues and gloves hat and cash for me ;D
mydayima(: biggest aunt Niji.
cook alot dishes for me and warn me from alot of things.
MyDAD, PAPA vincent.
he didnt say anything about the trip to me.
but my mum told me that he didnt want me to go.
he was worry, dad even though you didnt say anything but thanks for the slient love(:
MyMUM, MAMA maggie.
MA, iloveyou the ok ! thanks for the everything!
you brought me out every weekend to buy winterstuff.
and veryweek i spended more&more.
XIEXIE NI ! ((((((((((;
i seriously love my family alot.
kkays, back to the things today.
ate at MOSburger and headed to simei.
i shopped at simei for the warmer clothes and wool socks.
ate newzealand icecream(: strawberry surprise, mango sobet& banana Delight ;D
headed to parkway.
i brought sweaters, t shirts, a new bag , lotions& co , a new shoe and a wool hat.
wait for dad and fetch us to eat and went home.
i just watch KINGKONG yesterday night.
i cried, its so touching cans ! )))'';
and coprse bride was a dead boring show =,=
p/s: mad get wellsoon okays ! ;D
and went to bugis with yvonne and june that dontknow what day. (:
ps, brought a white skinny.
photos for yesterday (:
someone? sing me a bed time lulaby.. x33
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