thepotatobunnygoes MAD

2010-05-04T17:07:00.002+08:00

it is in agreement, that we do not, and will not compromise working standards with regards to popularity.

popularity will never be a point to be considered in all cases.

lay low.

think.

2010-02-19T23:38:00.002+08:00

I...

Am convinced that's some sort of sleeping spell on my bed, in my room, in my house.

cause' i would just slip in to a some coma-esque sleep once on the bed.

and my body is screwed.

because it feels bloated despite little food...

Am screwed.

and why did i say those things?

those were in appropriate things to say

i shall go to sch tmr.

and as my reward i shall get a bento.

2010-02-06T16:30:00.002+08:00

i am dead. no scrap that. should not start the day with such negativity.

actually i'm in the middle of the day now.

4.31. to be exact.

what am i talking about today?

oh. us.

i've long since given up.

now let's wait for a miracle.

maybe its time for a miracle

please give me fresh air, somebody.

2010-01-18T21:17:00.001+08:00

I have to say this.

Today, I'm going to talk about: the superiority complex. It occurs when one becomnes a senior in anb organisation or rather, you have been in something for a while, (too long, in fact) you're too used to doing the 'right' thing.
And that's me. I keep doing that. Do the right thing. The right thing. no time to think. Too conditioned.

But I learnt something today. Something valuable,something I WANT to blog about
That's right. It's that all the right things I did was wrong. I didn't underrstand alfie's vagueness. I told I could. But I didn't. Instead, I realised the year ones did. Much better than me.
The creativity. I see it. I FEEL it. I was estactic. Creativity! Right in front of me!

I've lost it. I know I did. And suddenly, I just want to throw everything I did away.
Not that they're not good enough. But what is done, does not matter.

And don't get me wrong. I'm not sore. this is liberty. A little breeze of fresh air in a damp stinky dungeon.

Dear younglings, I wish/pray/hope that you do not lose what you had today. Grasp on to it. And let it bring you through your ever morrow.

I'm laughing inside. In my mind, I'm running free in some green fields. Oh my. What a thing to cheer up a really gloomy day. Creativity it is!

2009-05-26T23:58:00.002+08:00

hello.
i am blogging because
1) i need to know the date but i'm lazy to check my calender. (meaning, i can check the date of my post when i'm done)

2) i've got something important to say.

anw, just a little about today.

i.SCHOOL: everybody's restless and grouchy and bitchy (actually the last adj. refers to big ben only. bee-yatch. haha) so am i. i believe i'm pms-ing. but it's only justified. c'mon, we SERIOUSLY need a break. even the lecturers are burning out.

ii. went to mount sophia, old school in the night to catch a series of Singapore Poly's short film. liked some scenes. not too bad for a film shot entirely with a handicam. and this trip also lengthened my never-ending wishlist: i want eric khoo's be with me and all the collections of singapore short films.

i think one way to do that is to snag a sugar daddy. >> private joke.

Okay.

MY IMPORTANT MSG:

You might never see this.
but i just want to say you guys are great.
and i am really really thankful that i have you guys as group mates.

XT, Mok, JQ, Gene.
Thanks girls/ladies. (we're still pretending to be adults)

yours sincerely,
potatoe. B. (:

2009-05-20T16:39:00.002+08:00

I am blogging.
because
1) i have the time to spare
2) I need to.

let me explain

this is may.
sem 2.1
2nd month.

and i'm not good.
not good at all.

it's the first time i cried so much in a row since poly started.

guess now i'm really feeling the crunch.

i spoke to good ol'grace.

she said: let's go back to where you started.

so here we go

...

I am fifteen.
just graduated from preteen stage.
i was sec three.
i remember: me copying math homework
and scribbling answers on the morning bus.
i'm a councillor. acting exco. successful. if you just look at the name only.
i have no influence. i don't how to be a 'leader'. I try. but i can't even lead myself. period.
I see tarmizi drawing fashion figures for Art.
I like it.
at the moment, i thought i could carve a career in fashion.
so i'm on.

sixteen.
i'm sec 4.
ser kiat's not around anymore.
i'm on my own.

can't remember the nitty gritties.
not important.
i still want to do fashion.
because i like human figures.
that's also what i told wilson, the first time i met him at the TP consultation booth.

he did not seem convince.

anw.
i'm here.
at TP.
doing fashion.
i'm okay.
like what i do really.
but not exactly fantastic at what i do.
there's a difference, you know.

I told harvey i wanted to do journalism.
not exactly writing. but i don't mind writing.
more of styling.
branding. illustration.
maybe i could work on the psychology column?
somthing like Aunt agony.

so year one was... well.
like that.

now it's sem 2.1. i've been through 2 sems already.
but honestly, i'm still figuring what which way to go.

I want to be in pop magazine.
and i.D
i don't want to be in fashion per se.
i'll be mingling with film and drama.

oh yes.
film and drama.

now that's something.

maybe i'll do wardrobe for movies and stage plays.
maybe i'll act.
maybe maybe.

here's a new direction.
it's subject to change.

but we'll see.

what will the next chapter be.

2009-05-02T20:24:00.002+08:00

TODAY

I realised I haven't blogged since January this year. (It's May now, isn't it?)

[dust off spider webs]

speaking of spiders -I'm going to write this down for my own ref, so when i hit 80 (if Earth is still around, that is), i would be able to remember- I appeared in Fighting Spiders (channel 5, mediacorp drama) for 30 secs. period.(so much for 5 hours plus of hard work in buang kok)

still waiting for my pay.

Hello, Dreamforest!?
But I would like to have more jobs like this.
It's great fun. =D
But more munny please.

Anw, I am blogging today because I'm finding an outlet to procrastinate.
so here i am. (:

I've been complaining that I need a boyfriend lately.
it's pretty convinent to have one.

I am already drawing plans to convert part of his house into my territory. mwhaha.
simply because i think i've not enough space here in my place.

okay. i'm kidding.

i'm getting jaded.
'lao jiao' syndrome.
not good.

I need more 'freshness' in my life.
if anyone can sell 'freshness' like botox, he'll be the richest guy in the world.

but for now, there isn't anyone selling anything like that yet.
so i suppose we need the Divine Intervention. [hopeful grin heavenwards]

Freshness, dear G! Freshness!

2009-01-05T02:54:00.003+08:00

this is insane.
now's the eve of school reopening and i'm still awake.
damn my body clock. maybe it's the anxiety too.
i'll be having HoCos tmr. it's a little scary.

anyway, i was reading through my old posts.
i like 2007 posts.
there's this positive vibe about me
that -i can't believe i'm going to say this- i kind of liked.
i think i kind of lost it.

and then i read 2008 posts.
sucks sucks sucks.
makes me angry too.
it's like i grew up a tad in '07 but shrunk back in '08
all those nitty gritty filth that i regarded as romance irks me
i was an imbecile in '08
but potatoe version '07 will be back in action in '09

will keep you posted.

note to self: please refer to o7 posts again for idea referencing. (if time permits, that is)

2009-01-03T00:04:00.002+08:00

BLANK

for now.

2008-12-27T21:43:00.003+08:00

Just the other day twin and I were having a discussion on apocalypse (a.por.kah.lips).

"Why are people so afraid of the end of the world? I mean, look, we all die, eventually. and the end of the world is just another way of getting killed. so why the big hoo-hah about the world's end?"

because people may not die when the world end. Nature goes first. there will be no food. and all human establishments fails. and man kind will be reduced to nothing. so in perspective, we're not afraid of death, but rather the suffering following apocalypse

and it got me thinking.
how fragile are we. like an ant. but as a whole we're destruction.
fragile but destructive.
like glass?

random.

2008-12-20T03:28:00.002+08:00

i just realised that other potato bunnies exists.
i'm lazy to provide the links to you.
so just go google 'potato bunny' for yourselves, okay?
if you want to find out that is.

hmmm. looks like its not just me who thinks that 'potato' and 'bunny' put together makes a great name.

what do you call the phenomenon where very different people has the same idea?
must investigate later.

oh, also, Gloria Jean's is pronounced GLOR-RAH GENES, not GLOR-RAH ZHUNH-SS

damn.
my bad.
i'm human. i err.

thanks forvo.com for the correction (:

2008-12-18T01:57:00.003+08:00

Staring is a prolonged gaze or fixed look. In staring, one object or person is the continual focus of visual interest, for an amount of time. Staring can be interpreted as being either hostile, or be considered a form of aggression, or an invasion of an individual's privacy. -WIKI

SO,

QUIT STARING.

F. YOU.

SH*THEADS

I'm not minding my language on you
some people need to know that staring is rude.
i'll gourge your eyes out
or drive nails into them

anw, my personal doomsday clock reads 11.59

goodbye.

2008-11-27T00:08:00.004+08:00

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
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FUCK EMOTIONS AND EMOTICONS
i wish i can be a little bit more like old stikk and tee.
move around without getting bothered by little things
little things that seems huge. perhaps it's because they say that the smaller the surface area of impact, the more it hurts. maybe.

but still FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

2008-11-15T17:49:00.001+08:00

TODAY

i slept, ate and slept.
and now i'm contemplating if i should eat again.

this is a luxury.
WHOOOO! =DD

2008-11-13T22:26:00.003+08:00

HAHA. YAY.
I am digressing. [also procrastinating]

I DON'T WANT TO WRITE THE BLOODY FUCKING JOURNAL DAMN IT.
AND THE FUCKING BLOODY ASS OF A PORTFOLIO

(and i think my current blog rating should be revised)

so, i'm currently happily typing away under the pretext that i cannot write while waiting for my fresh coat of nail polish to dry (:

affectuesement,

POTATOE

2008-10-19T12:09:00.005+08:00

i still don't like cyber identities.
do you feel like running yourself over a ten thousand times, well, sometimes?

i do.

PAGING MAGNUS>> PAGING MAGNUS>> PAGING MAGNUS.

2008-10-07T00:32:00.000+08:00

the beginning is the end is the beginning

Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain

Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain

Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Strange
Strange
Strange

2008-09-30T02:13:00.004+08:00

M: Hello there,
it's been sometime since i heard from you.

P: oh, heeya. hey there. well i'm good. lots of things going on nowadays. haha

M: things?

P: yea. you know, stuff.

M: well, are you happy with what's going on?

P: I, don't know. I was fine. was. but now, i'm having second thoughts.

M: mmMm. really? tell me about it

P: I was on cloud nine, and nosy me decided to peer back to earth. and i fell. I was looking too hard.

M: ouch. hmmm, abstract. but i get you.
well, all i can say is, you're always welcome back when you want to.

P: aw, thanks. X3

2008-08-31T20:51:00.002+08:00

E N N U I t w o:

an artist's greatest fear

what scares you?

the potatoe is afraid of spiders.
more so after watching a news report about a couple of spiders found feeding on a little guy's ear wax. see the spiders (floaty and drowny) in action here.

and just a few days ago, the potatoe's classmates chose to have a giant spider to be the face (or rather legs) of prettyfit. see her (the spider) here. not a very good choice, since miss spider needs more than just a pair of shoes. no wonder she looks angry. locked up in a case with not enough shoes to wear.

But arachnophobia is not the artist (self proclaimed)'s greatest fear.

it is that moment when the mind is churning with images and ideas, and the hand trembles, gripping the brush/pencil/marker/whatever,

and yet nothing comes out on paper.
as though all the ideas have been congested in that wretched pen.

and then fear comes along, and the clock's ticking only signifies one more step towards doom.

now the potatoe lay,
the prisoner of
ennui.

(sounds like a line from a mummy movie, but no, it's entirely unrelated)

ennui comes.
ennui goes.

but it'll always sneak up from behind to grab you.

are you afraid,
of ennui?

2008-08-23T22:13:00.003+08:00

E N N U I (say ahN-wee)

Dearest potatoe,

You are now sixteen going on seventeen and there's still a long way to go, that is, until the Highest Order Trio finally decide to scrap you off the surface of this earth.

Today, you've recalled how to spell drudgery with the help of dictionary.com. well done.

and i'd noticed you've slept for a long while. but, there's still fatigue in your eyes. why?

you don't know why.

and the many many yous ask in unison, "Why!?"

eyes heaven-wards, the many many yous pleaded and wail and screamed and you flood the entire room with your tears. and still, all of you are clueless, you don't know why-

why you are always falling.
why are you always screaming.
why are you always struggling to stand up

and afterwards, the many yous sit around the old wooden table, like those kinds that you see in Ikea, just a lot bigger and battered. and you guys stare at each other, passing around battered, faded cardboard boxes of cheap tissue- those that scraps your skins- Sniffling pathatically, some of the yous are still sobbing away, and you notice the swaying lightblub suspended above the table.

and then somebody took out chocolate, dove sticks.
and you started to pass them around. and there's this warmth coming over you. all of you.

and you guys smiled. smiled, for you know that everything would be better.

For remember, the dawn comes after the dark.

2008-07-22T19:34:00.002+08:00

the Secretkeeper has departed
let us all bow our heads
in silent prayer and tears
and don't hasten to stifle your sneers

the secrets will die with her.
deceased and decomposed six feet under

RIP.

2008-07-13T01:45:00.002+08:00

Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell

-radiohead: my iron lung

focus. focus.

2008-07-01T15:04:00.002+08:00

i am blogging in school!
interview starts at 7 tonight
somehow i'm not worried anymore.
i think.

oh, benny got us donuts =D
cheers,
the potatoe [still, unfortunately, fat]

2008-06-24T16:43:00.004+08:00

"We want to be anorexic!" - my classmates

welcome to ADM.
where the world is abound with skinny stick figures.
and admist the skinny, you'll find the fat, and in this case, the fattest amongst all- me, yours, the potatoebee. a full time phenylalanine and caffine addict, part time dreamer.

why did the potatoe die?

currently embarking on her lastest and most extremely project yet,
project liquid will bring either bring the potatoe up or down the weighing scale.

stay tuned.

2008-06-07T19:36:00.001+08:00

Lets101 - Free Online Dating

2008-06-07T13:00:00.002+08:00

我踩著夢的階梯走進了一座迷霧森林
誰的心事被天使竊聽泛起漣漪

時間它幫我設計下一秒誰是神秘嘉賓
小心翼翼揭開了面具掌聲鼓勵

誰闖進我的場地誰讓我措手不及
我早就預備的劇情妳卻給我一筆
狡猾地致命地正中我紅心

我跟誰變得親密誰逐漸離我遠去
華麗演出共襄盛舉唯有妳的背影
友情客串卻留下刻骨銘心的回憶

妳按了我的門鈴我終於從呵欠中甦醒
緊張兮兮對妳說一句歡迎光臨

全場觀眾都離席剩下我還在原地尋覓
耳邊聽著謝幕的歌曲走不出去

誰闖進我的場地誰讓我措手不及
我早就預備的劇情妳卻給我一筆
狡猾地致命地正中我紅心

我跟誰變得親密誰逐漸離我遠去
華麗演出共襄盛舉唯有妳的背影
友情客串卻留下刻骨銘心的回憶

我搬到誰的隔壁誰成了我的鄰居
鳴謝生命有妳參與笑納我的邀請
曲終人散卻寫下不會結束的結局

2008-06-05T00:38:00.002+08:00

prince caspian! <3

2008-05-28T02:22:00.005+08:00

TODAY
i'd decided to blog proper.
since i, myself, is getting bored at reading my own one sentenced posts XD

anw,
some interesting things that happened over the holidays:

1) VIOLENT CHEESY POTATO THING [i forgot what it's called]
as we all know, cheese and potato are probably the bestest couple in the world (aside MM and Dita). BUT this Violent Cheesy Potato Thing (VCPT) is about the most dangerous thing you can put in the frying pan (let alone your mouth) aside from a nuclear bomb twice the size of Little Boy. This is what happened: the hungry potatoe wants some food. so she takes out frozen VCPT from the freezer. convinently packed in an aluminum zip lock bagish satchel, the VCPT is suppose to slid onto the frying pan. But no. Potatoe puts a hand in satchel and grips frozen VCPT and pulls and- CRACK -out comes thumb in a bloody mess. The potatoe's thumbnail is cracked into half. Talk about violence. But that's not all. after a gruling trip to watson's with a bloody thumb to aquire bandage and paper tape, the wounded potatoe is still hungry (and angry) with the accursed VCPT. so with vengeful intents, the potatoe fried the VCPT (there's no blood, no worries) But, the VCPT would not relent. munching. munching. CRACK. the potatoe's front tooth strikes the fork (with VCPT on it, so accused is still guilty) and here is the potatoe with a cracked nail and tooth. thanks to the VCPT.

2) THE WAYANG KULIT INCIDENT
[incredible tales ambience] Having completed moduel one, our first block ends with Campus Care Network day, where we youthful slaves are being put to work to raise funds. It was when jay and zee got a call from V., saying that director M. likes zee's and jay's work and wants to get it framed. TODAY. jay went back to school, to get a tee printed. jay walked past the aisle where J&Z's work were displayed, alongside their classmates pieces. BUT To her uttermost shock and horror, jay realised the work was destroyed. The batik print, depicting a couple of wayang kulit puppets, were smirched. however, strange thing was, only the eyes were dripping. the puppets looked like they're crying. all the other pieces were fine. concidence? the potatoe don't think so....

author's note: futher investigations will be carried out on the Wayang Kulit incident, wil keep you posted

2008-05-27T05:39:00.002+08:00

j'aime le film, amelie (:

kisses blow by.

kisses, kisses

like the breeze,

kisses, kisses

to the one that she loved.

2008-05-04T10:09:00.001+08:00

Le coeur durci
se repose sur l'eau
un-déplacée jusqu'à lavé par l'amour.
L'âme humaine confinée,
exhumé seulement,
par une teinte de passion.

may God bless the potatoe.
amen.

2008-04-27T02:36:00.002+08:00

You are the moon
the harsh sound

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
So you can see your beauty every moment that you rise

btw,
where are you?

2008-04-21T23:08:00.002+08:00

the urban woman

the modern woman is a soldier.
and gone are the days when the women can comb their hair in serenity.
the urban battlefield would not allow that. no.
when she combs her hair, she puts on her helmet.
and she paints her face, it's war paint.

for you see, the modern woman's soft exterior is only a facade.
for she fight not only men.
but the other women.
whose tongues pierce through hearts
like red hot rods.
and the men has little mercy for the women.
they are but enemies. and prey.

the urban female had truimphed over her masculine counterparts.
or not?

nature has decided that the female be weaker than the males.
and the females would be protected by men.
and all these has been changed
by the Modern laws.

had they lost once again,
not oppressed by the men,
but by the laws of nature?

2008-04-20T22:16:00.003+08:00

camp is over.
and school's tmr o.O

hope everything's fine.
and i love ALMU

and introducing:

him.

mr a.s

welcome. ^^

but on the other hand,
i think i've disappeared in somebody's life.
a couple i guess.
hope you won't miss me.
but hell, i think i will.
~~stikkboy~~

2008-04-09T22:45:00.010+08:00

the potatoe wants to eat escargot
really.

who's with me!? =D

*cricket*

anw, i love haji lane.
its my official new hunt now =D

and

p.s i love brandied fig ice cream =D

2008-04-08T23:54:00.002+08:00

you won't read this.

but i just want to say that it matters to me that you were there.
and now that you aren't.
it matters too.
it actually hurts

love,
venus

poly is scary to me now.
i rather be a boring jc-ian.

and then again,
if i was a jc-ian i wouldn't have met marsian.

would that be a good thing?

2008-04-02T16:16:00.002+08:00

the potatoe is a cat.

and is currently loving
lenore, johnny cupcakes

and him :3

and to her,
hey, its time for a cuppa, dun you think?

2008-03-26T18:18:00.003+08:00

misconceptions of the beatboxer

the potatoe apologises.
for in the puny mind of the potatoe, the beatboxer is perfect.
name it, and you have it. no.

the beatboxer worked hard.
a lot of people don't see that.
the beatboxer knows pain.
he is human.
the beatboxer is imprisoned in melancholy.
and you think not, cause' he's all high up on stage

the potatoe contemplates.
and the potatoe feels.
and the potatoe knows the beatboxer'd pull through

and the potatoe braces herself for school.
pray. pray. pray.

and yes, the potatoe still thinks that tyler is a great poet.

2008-03-25T22:36:00.006+08:00

TODAY

was interesting.

no eyes for the maids tho.

the HAND is nice to hold.
note, hand nia. XDD

but, the potatoe wants to cry D:
there's nothing extraterrestrial about it tho.

potatoe wants to build her chauteau of book and paper.
but the Mind monster comes along and pulverised it.
heck, she was just halfway there!
the Mind monster, verses the Mighty one.
it is clear where the loyalty must lie.
but one just cannot resist the temptation of evil.

evil is the palindrome of live

who is the potatoe?

2008-03-24T02:43:00.002+08:00

i hate to say this, but the Game is getting more like frozen throne:

pretty boring. DDD:

sorry marsian.

anw, games aside, poly's going to start.
pray that the potatoe makes it through alive.
amen.

life is equals to plain vege soup.

edible.
not desirable.

unless you count those tiny morsel of veges D:

2008-03-23T15:29:00.006+08:00

男孩。女孩

从前有一个瞎子女孩，她讨厌身边所有人。除了她男朋友有一次那个女孩对男朋友说：“假如有一天我看到你的模样我才嫁给你”有一天，有一个好心人捐给她双眼，那个女孩看到了那男孩的模样，原来那男孩也是瞎的。那男孩问女孩“愿意嫁给我吗？”那个女孩很轻易的拒绝了他，但那男孩只微笑的对那女孩说：“那你要好好照顾我的双眼哦”

2008-03-20T21:08:00.003+08:00

the potatob. endorses: POOFY

of course, the potatobunny will always rule.
but poofy has its own pancakes
how unfair.

the potatob. is dying from marilyn, coffee and artistic withdrawal
but is growing to love drum mania.
a B for a 80bpm. not too bad for a spastic potatoe.

no, the potatoe's not forgiving anyone yet.
scorpios are vengeful, heed

AND
the potatobunny HAS to slim down! [raise a jiggly arm in declaration]

the clock's ticking, marsian.
but in case you see this, my gut feeling is,

we'll not end up together.

2008-03-20T03:15:00.002+08:00

now you've got me out of the way, its high time to take your chances, eh?
you know, i knew it all this while. you bitch. and i hope you see this. yeah, YOU.

2008-03-18T00:20:00.002+08:00

no worries!
moving on, see?

2008-03-14T18:28:00.006+08:00

the butterfly effect

A butterfly flapping its wings in one part of the world can cause a hurricane on the other side of the earth - chaos theory

butterflies.
personification of a person's soul.
omens of death or evil.
symbols of love.
good luck.

and if there was something to explain what's going on right now.
it would be butterflies.

recalling the unfortunate incident of the Bestie Quarrel.
the Butterfly effect is observed in the course of this incident, when the initial small "variation" has subsequently caused larger "variations"

the butterfly flapped its wings, and the hurricane followed en suite

the potatob. was given an opportunity to act.
good luck? or portent of coming evil?
a little exaggeration on my part. or not?

somebody bared his feelings.
but dear friend [butterfly],
you'll only flutter by.
like all butterflies do
two makes a symbol of love
one,
makes a symbol of renewal

the potatob. dies.
and lives again.

what will happen next?
nobody knows.
except the butterflies.

and they're just fluttering by.

2008-03-04T20:39:00.002+08:00

omg. this is the 3rd time i'm blogging today.

see my previous two posts here

anws, i'm on the "friends worth mentioning board" on siao song's blog :D

thanks, yo!

chugged down a can of bavaria apple malt
you can say its non alchoholic beer!
i love that stuff.

the solo party
bavaria, bavaria!
blast that mansion's screams!
going higher, going high
careful, don't split that seam.

2008-03-04T17:50:00.003+08:00

FEATURE

tim burton's stain boy:

stain boy and the girl who stares
stain boy and toxic boy
stain boy and the bowling ball
stain boy and robot boy
stain boy and the match girl, how i wish stick boy is featured in there.
stain boy's day off, my favourite. note the boy with nails in his eyes!

enjoy.

2008-03-04T15:55:00.003+08:00

FEATURE:

the potatoeb. endorses postsecret

I never wear underwear under my choir dress. It's a little something extra to smile about.

and that's what i wish i had done when i was still a choir girl.
maybe i'll smile a little bit more then.

KIDDING.

and i'm all head over heels for marilyn mansion. <3

2008-03-03T01:37:00.005+08:00

RANDOM RHYMES:
the clockwork rabbit and the story of my funeral

and
my phone is stolen. by an ikea staff.
so you can try to reach me by sending messenger pigeons.
or, you can try calling my house. i'll try to unearth the telephone from somewhere.
i'll keep you guys updated.

how fragile it is, isn't it?

apathetic.
is the word.

and i shall now leave you with marilyn manson's coma white

but all the drugs in this world,
wouldn't save her from herself

classic.

2008-02-26T20:16:00.005+08:00

MATERIALISM DAY

i got myself a pair of spiffy specs for 88 bucks. it's plus frame! =D
it has leather sides, btw

AND

phoney's all repaired and new! welcome back, phoney!

AND

got a hair treatment for 60 bucks
(thank you nice hairdresser for throwing in a free haircut)

AND

i've got a library card. all hail the book worm!

IN SHORT,

retail therapy never felt so good.
(with warmpy warm that is!)

quote of the day: warmy is brand conscious

for something less superficial and material, click here and there ^^

2008-02-26T00:28:00.004+08:00

the story of my funeral
by jessie chew

everything's
in morbid black
from the raven's coat
to the gentlemen's hat

there's no weeping
no dispair.
only marilyn's
screamings in the air.

clad in white
stiff in pose
the dead hand clutch
a dying rose

the coffin's cold
against his cheek
'till then', he whispered
'when it's time to meet'

our rendezvous
by the grave
is soon to come
with a shot in his head

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
crimson against crimson
gun to rust

2008-02-25T23:42:00.006+08:00

the clockwork rabbit
by jessie chew

turn the key, yes.
round and round
don't stop winding
until you hear the sound.

tick tick tick.
there goes the clockwork
kick kick kick.
there goes the clockwork

turn the key, yes
round and round
don't stop winding
until you hear the sound

the pace is slower
than before
the key is stuck
for that i'm sure

tick tick tick
there goes the clockwork
kick kick kick
there goes the clockwork

turn the key, yes
round and round
don't stop winding
until you hear the sound

what's that dripping?
what surprise!
it's splotches of crimson
the clockwork's alive!

tick tick tick
there goes the clockwork
kick kick kick
there goes the clockwork

turn the key, yes
round and round
don't stop winding
until you hear the sound

the clockwork's wounded
but not quite dead
now it's ready
to paint the house red

tick tick tick
there goes the clockwork
kick kick kick
there goes the clockwork

turn the key, yes
round and round
don't stop winding
until you hear the sound

shut the box, quick!
lock it tight!
or else it'll come-
for us tonight!

tick tick tick
there goes the clockwork
kick kick kick
there goes the clockwork

turn the key, yes
round and round
don't stop winding
until you hear the sound

the sky is dark.
it's time for sleep
close your eyes
and see the little sheeps leap

tick tick tick
there goes the clockwork
he he he
there goes the clockwork

2008-02-25T18:49:00.003+08:00

look at this
who says the stuff toy machine's impossible.
looks like we have a master within our midst. :O

and here's something nice.

2008-02-23T00:02:00.007+08:00

RANDOM.

the potatoe[b u n n y] endorses: the carrot revolution
well, not because its has the word carrot in it... okay, maybe yes. partly. but here's really why:

ONE:

its article, deviant art in the classroom explores the pros and cons of using deviant art, one of the largest online artist community in the world, as a teaching tool in the classroom. although the potatoe (being a deviant user herself) disapproves the fact that violence and nudity expressed in the many artworks in deviant art are deemed as inappropriate junk (as the potatoe believes that violence and nudity should be boldly used when necessary to ensure that the artist's message is delivered to his or her audiences to the best effect), the potatoe is still appreciative that thecarrot people has also highlighted the many talented, hidden artists in deviant art.

in short, the potatoe loves the fact that thecarrot people features the many many artists that you'll never know about (that is, if thecarrot haven't featured em').

TWO:

they have the word 'carrot' in it XDD
kidding.

fyi, in case you're colourblind, i've made all words worthy of notice orange in honour of thecarrot people ^^

so, click away!

2008-02-20T23:18:00.004+08:00

THE MATH EQUATION

TODAY= x^2

where, x=1= HAPPY

X:
potatoe enjoyed herself at takahan's office.

takaha's office= T.O= F.U.N^1000

as T.O= sweeny todd for 16 year olds + aquirement of edward scissorhands + [bread pudding and chocolate ice cream (ice lemon tea)]

therefore,

T.O= happy potatoe ^^

The potatoe institute of mathematics*

*where maths is never logical

and;
i cried. for you were kind.
p.s thank you.

2008-02-18T03:51:00.002+08:00

Avenge Sevenfold A little piece of heaven

HAHA

2008-02-16T21:11:00.002+08:00

if anyone is reading:

TODAY (n)

1) the Matchmaker needs to learn what is respect
II meanwhile, the Matchmaker should rot in a corner

2) Mr. Bunny Shoes is the nicest guy out of the trio. a round of appluase, please.
II Mr. Bunny Shoes is also trying to play matchmaker. He's trying to pair the potatoe up with the-one-who-reeks.

3) Mr. the-one-who-reeks is more woody than normal. He attributes his woodiness to lack of sleep. the potatoe thinks he's normal.
II Mr. T.O.W.R. is not one a potatoe fancies anymore.

4) Mr. Bunny Shoes should give up trying
II meanwhile the Matchmaker should continue rotting and watch his mouth.

5) The potatoe died. But it's revived by kaya and p.b (peanut butter)
II the potatoe is currently alive and kicking. but it is speculated that it'll die (again) within the next 24 hours.
III in the meantime, the potatoe wishes the b3atb0x well. and it looks forward to koffee.

- the potatoe bictionary, 2008

2008-01-21T02:03:00.000+08:00

hi. i'm good.
shashan and kalies gave me a m)phosis bag.
[sniff] thanks guys.
i've been a nuisance. but i've worked hard.
hope you guys liked working with me.
yea. i quitted, fyi.

i need time for my portfolio. my safety net for ADM.
gosh.

and i just made this amazing discovery:
more people know about my blog than i expected.
thank you guys for the links!
yea. i'm linking no one now.
not before i give my blog a revamp.
so bear with me ya?
<3

XOXO,
the potatob.

2008-01-20T03:07:00.000+08:00

*record i am jessie chew. sixteen. 1.55 metres tall. 44.5 kilos. feeling a little empty. oh, i'm waiting. a little impatient. but i'm sure he'll come. hmm? i don't know. i don't think he even exist in the first place. oh, i watched this cartoon, jenny the teenage robot. she wanted to find a boyfriend. and this dude who likes her tried to ask her out. but of course he failed. blah blah blah. but anyway in the end, she was wondering where she could find a not-so-smooth guy, who's sweet. and little did she know that it's him she's been looking for. interesting. i guess it's a phase. that i need to grow out of. see the link? sixteen. teenage. yea. it's a phase *cackle oh darn the recorder. right now i'm okay. if i try not to think so much and take things as it is now, i'm actually quite happy. i love my friends, alyssa, warm, ashraf and family for their warm support. i couldn't have survived my working period without them. thank you guys. i love you. *cacklecackle uh, the recorder-
shit. *cacklecackle *end record

the real me

2007-11-14T03:17:00.001+08:00

2007-11-14T02:56:00.000+08:00

'o's ended.
it's breaktime. not.
job hunt starts tmr.
and the potatob. is working on the 17th nov, 16th dec and 20th dec.
at ikea.
tackling little kiddies.
i hope there isn't any spoilt brats. o.O
will keep ya updated.

sorry b3at.
can't be downstage to give my support D:
but i guess i won't be missed. wahahs
top the lot, anyways.

2007-11-08T17:24:00.000+08:00

2007-11-07T23:24:00.000+08:00

Breaking Benjamin|| The Diary Of Jane

If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?

And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

No!

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.

Try to find out what makes you tick.
As I lie down
Sore and sick.
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

There's a fine line between love and hate.
And I don't mind.
Just let me say that
I like that
I like that

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.

Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love.
Die for anyone
What have I become?

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.

2007-10-20T01:05:00.000+08:00

Dear momo,

there's a bit of ya that's sad.
bestie can't do anything
cause' bestie can't take away emotions
being sad is somehow a good thing-
it shows that you feel
while bestie is scared, flustered and tearing her hair off at her 'o's
bestie wants momo to know that she still cares.
bestie dun care if momo keeps things to herself.
because bestie is momo's bestie
and bestie knows.
bestie hopes that she can bring sunshine into momo's gloomy days.
even if that means that bestie would have to travel all the way to the sun and back
to shower momo with handfuls of sunshine.
bestie hopes momo would be happy.
because bestie is sad when momo's sad.

lovelove,
bestie aka. the potatobunny :3

2007-10-15T22:17:00.000+08:00

i wonder what if
one day
i have a choice,
to erase
my memories
would i,
forget you?

perhaps. not.
i ~~love~~ loved you too much
TODAY
ad infinitum mugging.
with the world's most obnoxious scout and big sotong (:

it's a mixed bag.
half of me yearns for the end of this torture
and another half of me is flustering over the imminent os

gaaah. help.
but on a happier mode;
CHECK THIS OUT
Grim Tales From Down Below
featuring all my favourite characters :DDDD
annnd. i'm still 45.6kg. heh.

aim. hold your breath.
and shoot
and hopefully they're 10s.
10ish more days.
here we go~

fly me to the moon (:

2007-10-09T01:45:00.001+08:00

Fly me to the moon (:

2007-09-30T22:11:00.000+08:00

22 days.
yes, how i wish i could fly.

and i instantly have this mental picture of a flying mouse *chuckles*

thank you everyone.
i love you guys. (:
*hugs*

oh swat, imagine this:
dozen of mice biting, clawing and scurrying into cages that contains different kind of cheese
but before that, they would have to jump over this massive, diabolical mouse trap. o.O
so that's o levels.

hmm. if that's the case, ADM should be mozzarella.
because mozzy taste nice with pastas, like pizzas.
mmm mmm!

today,
i met up with ashy.
and i got to know some things that i shouldn't have known.
and half of me wished that i hadn't known them,
like-
heh, you didn't think i would tell ya, did cha?

but what i can conclude is that i can give myself a pat on the back
and say, jessie, well done.
but be brave.

because some things are just not meant to be.
and i miss him. lots.

2007-09-27T18:42:00.000+08:00

ahem.

BEHOLD!
my mediocre prelims results!
*dangerous, suspense-ish music please*

English A2
Maths C6
Cheena A1
Sciences B3
Humans B4
F&N B3
PoA F9

L1R5 19
L1R4 14

and here's the minimum requirements for ADM

English Language (EL1)* Grades 1-6
Mathematics (E or A) Grades 1-7
Any three other subjects, excluding CCA Grades 1-6

geah~
you know,
i'm starting to get tired of this rat race.
it seems to go on ad infintum. ):

but here i come-
25 days

2007-09-20T21:12:00.000+08:00

twas autumn
when the skies are a little brighter
and my heart's a little lighter
and my worries shed like the falling leaves
i take flight- spread my shiny wings.
upon my scripts i shall leave cuppa rings.
and hope i don't Fall like a autumn leaf.

saccharine. new word. kudos to bbo3 (:
'i've tried to stop myself from blurting my saccharine love story to everyone. but heck, i fail all the time.'

harith my classmate is often on holiday in cloud 9. but somehow, he managed to clinch a 20 for ss sbq. o.O

*sing to popeye the sailorman*
Harith the lala-man~
he lives i-n Lalaland!
Harith don't study, but he gets a 20,
HARITH THE LALA-MAN!

2007-09-18T14:07:00.000+08:00

meee-moo-saah rules!
shy wee leaf, it is :D
and, i'm the yellow thingy! XDD

TODAY

anson gave me a bottle of stars to wish me good luck for 'o's
that's so sweet :D
he even had my photo on it (:

prelims is over.
this means were one step closer to o levels
lemme do well for prelims, will You?
i really need a healthy ego boost. D:

anw, somehow i'm not really scared. for now, that is.
wait till i get my results
i'll be dead by then. DDDD:
but at least i know the jc-ers are as nuts about promos as i am about o levels.
heh. welcome aboard, dudes!

anw,
fankews to momo, whom is always tirelessly dishing out her motherly advices against evil stikk people (i'm kidding) XDD
and she's always patient as i blurted out all my worries over a stikk. over and over again. even i'm sick of myself. XD
there are a thousandandone thingies i can fank momo for. and the list go on and on.
but one thing you must know- what's best with a cuppa?

a marshmellow-eating momo (:

2007-09-13T12:43:00.000+08:00

YESTERDAY
ss and chem.
ss was okay.
chem sucks. nuff' said D:

i was moody.
so called big one over the public phone at pasir ris interchange XD
spent 40 cents. wahahs.

den i wandered around alone in ws a bit.
call this momentary escape-ism if you like.
ws was crammed full of mj-ians. as usual.

TODAY
history turned out okay.
poa p1? dun ask.
sometimes, you're a little too full of yourself. but i still love you. (:
And thoughts;
i wonder how long a time i have to spent with you.
not much. not too little.
i hope.
and if i have to spent an eternity in hades with you,
so shall it be. for you'd spent a lifetime in hell with me.
i love you guys. but blame the pride. hell.

i want kaya waffles. *beams*

2007-09-10T16:18:00.000+08:00

TODAY
it's PRELIMS PRACTICAL
for physics: i broke a paper clip XD
we're suppose to striaghten a clip and measure it.
and somehow i broke it o.O
then it was chemistry:
I'm suppose to heat up solid X
den test for carbon dioxide.
as all chem-ers know, you've got to plug in the stopper thingy and pass the gas into limewater.
so i pressed the bottom of the test tube on a folded towel to plug in the thingy
annnnd
i smelled something burning
it was the towel o.O
it burnt thru like three layers?
i freaked.

white ppt appeared. so, the test tube was back in the rack.
THEN THE TEST TUBE EXPLODED o.O
got hot solution all over my left shoulder.
good thing it was alkaline.

But i'm confident of my answer.
please let it be an A1 *hopeful*

2007-09-03T20:28:00.000+08:00

This post is dedicated to big sotong (:
big sotong's birthday is on the 24th of august.
and today's the 3rd of sept already. o.O
meaning, prelims is exactly a few days away.
and 'o's is very very near.
i'm scared. somehow, i'm not that confident anymore.
ipso facto, my teeny wheeny brain can't register so much.
stress is bad. D:
it eats my already puny brain. i forgot big one's big day DDD:
i feel bad.
but big one, i'll never forget that safe, happy, simple feeling you'll always give me when you're around.
if i could, i would rush to you and give you a huge hug.
and holler for the whole world to hear that you're the bestest friend ever!!! :D
happy (very belated) birthday! and i think, should these few moments be my last, i think i'll give them to you. cause you're special. all the best in your journey ahead!
i cannot thank you enough for always bobbing slightly ahead me, so i always know where to go (:
mushymushy post. XD but that's how thank you messages are suppose to sound mah.
huggles, lil' sotong (:
a.k.a potatobun

2007-08-22T19:24:00.000+08:00

ipotatompotatoshortpotatouglypotatostupidpotatoandfatpotatowhatpotatoampotatoipotatotopotato
dopotatowhenpotatothingspotatoalwayspotatoneverpotatoturnpotatooutpotatorightpotatoforpotatomepotato.

gaah. regurgitatepotatoregurgitate.
regurgitated. (:

2007-08-21T21:59:00.000+08:00

but, don't forget, he already have a girlfriend

oh. epiphany.

i've A1 for CCA (:

2007-08-13T18:48:00.000+08:00

b3 for cheena. DDD:
cried for an afternoon.

I.
MUST.
GET.
AN.
A.
ONE
>.<

so, i'll do it all over again. I'll Do Whatever It Takes.

thanks B3at (:

i miss momo and big sotong. =/
editedited

2007-08-10T22:21:00.000+08:00

gaah. my notepad says: 51 days to o levels!

monday would be the release of cheena o level results
please God, gimme an A1!!! A1A1A1A1A1!!!

wednesday's my o level english oral o.O
budden i almost lost my voice.
so today, i rushed to the doctors for some good, strong medicine (:

Me: [raspy voice] um, monday's (must exaggerate mah)my o level's english oral, so can you give me a stronger medicine?

Doc: o levels? aiyah, wait till you take your A levels. O levels would be chicken feet man!

Me: [grins]

Doc: i'll give a special medicine. I give this to the Tekong boys (NS men). Take this on time. and avoid fried food, you'll be alright by monday!

Me: [notice two big headed spidermen stuck onto a mirror. on of them is the evil, black one. another's the original, good, red spidy. cute.] wahahs. thanks!

Doc: oh, keep the medicine in a drawer. don't expose it to light. take care, girl!

wow. a medicine that musn't be expose to light?!

i wonder what would happen if take too much of it. maybe i'll turn into spiderman XDD

2007-08-08T18:15:00.000+08:00

today's national day celebration :D
lotsa stuff happened today.
firstly, it was colouring awards.

double merits (:

then it was performance. the juniors did a great job keeping us entertained.
the bollywood dancing is so cute.

then here's something you must know
GREENVIEW'S GONNA CHANGE UNIFORM
just the blouse/shirt lah.
BUT the girl's blouse is UBER nice.
it's white and it's a tuck out blouse.

now gvians will look uber studious (:
budden the guy's tuckout shirt's not nice.
i strongly suggest that the guys wear white tuck in shirts.

budden we the graduating seniors might not be able not wear it. DDD:
well, its not confirmed anw.

oh, and i've a spiffy pink stationery set as a souvienuer. hurhur!

2007-08-01T19:22:00.000+08:00

waaahas. momo wrote me a letter

awwwwww.
thanks momo. shan't share anything here tho. loveloves~

anyways, yesterday morn i had 2.4km run retest. and then i chiong for a 15min-ish timing. yeah! XDDDD

budden i realised i'm feeling giddy o.O
so i thought, 'nah, i'll be fine in a while."

den i started seeing spots. spots and spots and spots of blackandwhite light.
uh oh. i clung on to ms st. john's shoulder. den 'hanis said:"j. you okay? you're very pale!" and i mumble "yea." den ms st. john's hollered for mr al.
he asked me whether i could hear him and to stand straight, open my eyes and look up. i looked at mr al. he's all blur and whiteandblack spotty. budden can't hold on. slump forward. felt lotsa hands gripping me and someone gripped my face. "j. hang on and breathe! open your eyes!" sth like dat.the girls dragged me back to sch. and i recovered. the end

thanks girls (:

2007-07-29T12:52:00.000+08:00

dear kiwi,
i stood up for you. and you're angry with me?

now i'm totally maligned. DDD:

oh, btw, you don't want to read my previous post, really.
that's why i posted this post so that you won't see the other post, which is the previous post.

and also, i'm here to kill time. not that i have a lot of time to spare. but i got bored doing maths. so i decided to slam the lappy keyboard for a while (:

motivation course's this coming week. not that i am really excited about it. but i guess this is one of the milestones in my secondary life. so better note it down. (:

double B has nuts
stikk has female stikk
momo :3 has blankityblank (too many)

gaah. where's mag-gy? DDDD:

lol. so random.

2007-07-26T20:06:00.000+08:00

today,
english class:

Rahim draws line on the whiteboard.
class: "fastest fingers first!!!"

yeps. we had a spelling game during english class. and my group (wild boar!)was the runner up for the game (behind torn among the roses)we'd got cheapo apollo chocolate balls fot that. XDD and stingy rahim surprisingly gave me a pineapple lollipop when i asked him for one.yays. and i'm proud of w.b cause we could spell the chim-est word. :DDD

maan, i'll be missing my sec school days when i graduate ><

quote:
Ghost of the past always return to haunt, not you, but myself.- BB03

stop tormenting me, will you?

2007-07-23T22:44:00.000+08:00

YAY! i'm finally tagged!

actually:

thedementedbivalve says:
i wana to be tagg-ed leh
ALYSSA :Þ says:
uh? tagg-ed?
thedementedbivalve|| says:
yeps.
the 6 facts ya gotta reveal about yourself
ALYSSA :Þ says:
ok *tag*!
ALYSSA :Þ says:
i potato, that is the lamest thing i did
ALYSSA :Þ says:
i can't believe i let out me secret of laughing at counting sheeps!
thedementedbivalve|| says:
yaaaaaaaaay.
*goes off bloging*
wahahs.
thedementedbivalve|| says:
dun worry.
when i'm counting sheeps, i can't help but put them in some horrifying disaster
ALYSSA :Þ says:
sometimes, i think they're all jumping into a HUGE POT OF TOMATO SOUP!
thedementedbivalve|| says:
yaaaaaaay! gaah.
then i'll get hungry

tagg-ed rules
1) Each player starts off by giving 6 weird facts about themselves.
2) the people who gets tagged would have to write the weird stuff in their blog and state the rules clearly.
3)IN the end, you would have to tag 6 other people and list their names (:

#1 weird fact: I must have a can of Nescafe original everyday.
or i'll zombie my day through. ><

#2 weird fact: I have a fetish for vampires
vampires are hot! XDD

#3 weird fact: I put innocent counting sheeps into trouble.
see above (:

#4 weird fact: i mumble to myself all the time
yea. all the time.

#5 weird fact: I am constantly plotting evil plans.
shan't tell you what. :E

#6 weird fact: I love magnus, my imaginary friend.
and i love edgar the weird. he's our servant.

i'm weird. XDD

2007-07-17T21:57:00.001+08:00

screwed all.
spoilt all. and it's all your fault, potatob.
but no mind for such now. D:

today i had poetry slam.DD:
it's english week and the theme's anthropomorphism
i was forced up on stage to for some horrifying poetry recital o.O
rahim notified us at the eleventh hour << that's straight from the horse's mouth.

good thing not shakespeare sia.
it's a little poem i wrote about Mr. Rabbit.(:

Mr Rabbit of the Rabbit Hole
Timid, shy and never bold
He trembles at the very slighest
even the susurration of the forest

then came Ms. Rabbit, so fair
from a far away foerign land
such beauty did he behold
that Mr Rabbit loved her so

'Twas summer when they do wed
by the river the lovers fed
but out of the waters a monster came!
and snatched poor Ms Rabbit away!

Mr Rabbit though timid was he
braved he life to save his beloved she
he slayed the beast with his fluffy paws
and the monster bites no more.

what crap.
but i got a $10 buck worth of KFC voucher for it. hurhur.
and the irony about the prize is that some group got it for reciting a poem for chicken protection XDD
the last line was, "God save the chickens!"
den they got KFC vouchers. XD

wahahs.
anyway, i'll shall pretend that nuthing like a poetry recital had ever happened in my life. gosh, I wish I've got some stage charisma. ><
okay, somebody shoot me now. spare me from the grueling pain of humiliation. cheers.

2007-07-14T00:07:00.000+08:00

sap.py adj, sappier, sappiest, sappiness
My heart says, "jump on the love bandwagon, quick!"
The feeling of sadness and happiness occuring at the same time.
But Mind insist i think. "don't feel!it'll pull you down!"
1) the news sappened her.
2) The end of the performance left her feeling quite sappy.
so i stopped in my tracks.
In the middle of the ultimate rat race. i had to. i'm stuck. a little tangled up. that's all.
read in between the lines.

i'm feeling sappy.

2007-07-10T17:54:00.000+08:00

tinkiewinkie, dipsy, po.
wahas. what an ingenious way to make things rhyme. and what a happy phrase it is.

but i forgot that they're names of teletubbies, little coloured horrors that goes 'uh-oh~'all the time. yea, i'm scared of teletubbies. DD:

but coloured horrors aside, i hurt my leg today. must be me being too ambitious with the dumbells in the school gym today. (yes, gv has a gym) and no, i'm not using my legs to lift dumbells. you see, I, being a smart-ass as usual, had decided to carry out a series of thigh training exercises with two 5kg dumbells on either hand for extra challenge, which, unfortunately, gave me an injured right lower limb instead of toned thighs. ): what the hell. ><

time for physics now. tatas

2007-07-08T21:10:00.000+08:00

i had a funny dream. as in weird funny D:

i'm i overly obsessed with, with that?

this is really bad. i dreamed about him and her twice.

okay brain, save the cells for better things. ):

2007-07-07T00:50:00.000+08:00

Gaaaaaaah. i think my MSN's gone bonkers!!! D:
so guys, please don't be offended if i'm didn't reply ya or anything. paiseh!

Happy belated Birthday double B!

wish all of ya well!

chionging for o levels ><

2007-07-03T19:38:00.000+08:00

my twinnie reckons that coffee breath stinks. Bad news for someone whom drinks coffee for fuel everyday DDDDDD:

really stinks meh? *test breath*
nah, just smells like ammonia with pepper. XD
NH3 + P -> stinky breath + lotsa energy :D
okay, i'm blabbering nonsense here. you see, i'm suffering from the after effects of english intensive,which symptoms include: temporary damage to left side of the brain hemisphere, inability to sit on upright on the behind (commonly known as bottom ache*) and fatigue.

time for a nappy :D

note: caused by over exertion of the butt muscle. (it have some cheem name, but my memory fails me) >.<

i wish you well (:

2007-07-02T18:23:00.000+08:00

dearest friends,i had binged on countless of Tim Burton's productions in this period of 3 days- down to every morsel - and now am suffering from its after effects. this means that my current mental state is all twisted and what you're reading here are just fragments of thoughts available from what's left of my concious mind.my physical being is currently malfunctioning, meaning that my body clock has gone all hay wire, and food are but little object which you put inside the stomach through your gullet and after a while it goes into your rectum. to complicate matters, i suspect that my hippocampus is failing me. my vocabulary is deteriorating, hence my fevent searches in dictionaries. and now, my puny brain's crammed so full, i'm fearful that it might regurgitate. But better the mind then the soul. hope all these could prove to be an effective panacea.

~~mephistophelian glint. rudimentary. juxtaposition of man and mouse.~~

save this demented bivalve from further destruction.

2007-06-24T12:32:00.000+08:00

wahahs. that's supposedly me. XDDD
create your own by clicking the pic!

2007-06-22T16:29:00.000+08:00

this's a nice video (:

oh, here's something random:

The vegetable girl
there was once a girl,
whom ate nothing but greens
her skin was purple
tinged slightly pink.

the neighbour's children
called her a freak
she couldn't take it
so she packed up and leave

she wandered in the woods
alone and scared
and bit herself
when she felt sad

then she stumbled
into a house
hungry and thirsty
and dying as well

'who are you?'
a young man said
when she awoken
in a comfy old bed

'i'm vegetable girl
that's what everyone
calls me"

"then welcome!
would you like some greens?"

so lived happily together
the Vegetable man
and Vegetable girl
in Vegetable land (:

thought of that in the toilet. i remember people grimacing when they see me chowing down veggies. that's sooo sad.

2007-06-19T17:40:00.000+08:00

wahahs. two posts today. to see post one, click here and scroll all the way down (:

found something interesting via ryan's blog. it's a site. called blogthings. it's has an abundance of funny stuff crammed in there. spiffy :DDD

Am i left or right brained?

results:
You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.

The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

wahahs. its kinda true.
so i decided to put it here. and there's some more:

Do You Communicate Like a Man or a Woman?

results:
You communicate like a MAN
When you communicate, you like to get to the point.
You're not afraid to say what's on your mind - and leave it at that.
Talking about your emotions drains you. You rather keep them to yourself.
You prefer solving problems to wallowing in your sorrows.

yeah, so guys, now you know XD

and i have a 50% borderline personality o.O

last but not least...
my dominant intelligence is Spatial Intelligence
You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks.
You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent.
An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer.
Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstartions help you learn best.

You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer.

lols. interesting stuff XDD

2007-06-19T13:46:00.000+08:00

today, i'm going to talk about something that's rather controversial. but i don't think it'll hurt anyway, knowing that this blog's almost as good as dead. and occasionally, some kind soul would remember its existance, and like how people visit the dead in the cemetry, they would solemnly key in the address to this place, and read the epitaph upon their screen. and before i get carried away and blabber on and on about how unpopular this blog is, i shall thank the few that had bothered to make time to read my posts, despite them being totally vacuous.

Ahem.

so i was saying, i am going to dwell on a rather controversial topic today. You see, just a moment ago i spied somebody's msn display name as "blah blah blah. 7 months of love" i was most upset.

you can count love meh?

according to jessie-o-pedia, love has no definite unit whatsoever, and therefore it cannot be determined or calculated by time, no. of hugs, kisses, how handsome the opposite party maybe, so on and so forth, or anything that the world might measure love with. to those logic maniacs out there, the equation of love, l, with accordance to Jessie's Law is:

l(him+her)= infinity, hence, l= infinity/(him+her)

okay, that, is total crap. but having said that, i too, had been a guilty party of determining love in a superficial manner. i am most apologetic to Mr Crush (pardon me Sire Crush, for only realising now, how vacuous my perspective of love was.) Epiphany had dwelled upon me that i was no better than the Dreamsnatcher. nevertheless, with the least sincerity from my sore, jealous heart, i wish you and her a happy ending. *sashay off laughing*

2007-06-18T18:05:00.000+08:00

pass the salt and pepper. i'm going to eat myself right now. eat myself. eat myself. eat myself. EAT. MY. SELF. then i'll feel much better.

emo emo. here we go again sigh.

i'm glued to this Carousel of Melancholy. a evil prank by the Bunnies of ill-fate. hear the caterwauling of the solemn chorale. (did i mention that they were bound to the old gnarled trees?) Oh, there's the Creepy Old Man, he winds the Carousel for a fee of six spiders a day. the Bunnies must have paid him loads, for he winds and winds none stop. Eat me now. Eat me.

2007-06-17T22:36:00.000+08:00

The red jumpsuit apparatus: Face down

hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my head
still i never understood why you hang around
i see what's going down
try to cover up with make-up in the mirror
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again
you cry that he swears he loves you

[chorus]
do you feel like a man
when you push her around
do you feel better now
as she falls to the ground
well i'll tell you my friend
one day this world's gonna end
as our lives crumble down
a new life
she has found

a paddle in the water makes a red bulls eye
every action in this world has a consequence
if you wait around forever you are sure to drown
i see what's going down
i see the way you always say you're right again
say you're right again
he loves her

[chorus]

face down in the dirt
she says this doesn't hurt
she said
i've finally had enoughx2

one day she wailed to you
that she's has had enough
he's coming 'round again

[chourus] x2

face down in the dirt
she says this doesn't hurt
she said
i've finally had enoughx2

and dun forget to take my test(:

2007-06-14T23:40:00.001+08:00

Create your own Friend Test here

have fun (:

2007-06-14T00:50:00.000+08:00

lol's i'm potatobunny and i'm sotong too. so guess this qualifies me to be the octopus bunny XDD wahahs. {glibberish}
Btw, if you see the little ad under twitter, please DO NOT hesitate to click and sign up :D.because you see, by joining AGLOCO, you'll earn a minimium of 15 US$ every month and you'll earn more if you get people to sign up through you! click here for more details. (: and in the meantime, i'll keep my eyes peeled for a pay check. (gee, i sure feel like Mr Krabs XD)

2007-05-30T04:43:00.000+08:00

I HAVE TO BLOG!

i've got so much to say.

Shout into your ears till your ear drums tear.
Yes, i'm angry

Over the past few weeks i met up with aly (loveloves :D), brandon (for mjc choir concert tickets) and saw eugene at whitesands ~~today~~ yesterday [now's 4:56am XD] (he proves that short = smart! yeah!), sk and grace too at whitesands bk. Miss ya all! :D

and i couldn't believe it. Cheena Os over. and fnn prac O is coming in like 3 hrs time? english prelim oral is done too. gosh. and i'm still drifting o.O wake up, jay! *smacks head* and prelim's immenent. gaaaaaaah!

please God, give me an A1 for cheena.

but you see the real me || hiding in my skin || broken from within

i'm coming home soon, dad (:

2007-03-15T04:39:00.000+08:00

hot fudge rawks!

today is total kewlness, minus the choir session part when the seniors haven't pop by. after choir mizi, bernard, aly, rick and me went over to tm for lunch. we had MOS burger and hot fudge from fish&co. heavenly. thanks a bunch, aly! yea, i'll treat ya someday too. go eat popeye's or sth. XD (and looks like she got herself another hot fudge at the changi airport fish&co outlet. i'm jealous X3)

2007-01-30T22:22:00.000+08:00

13th Jan to 30th Jan

chapter 2: reminiscences

"a different place.

a different time.

different people.

same me.

the berceuse of peace

it beckons

the tired soldier

to slumber

the People

holds no malicous intentions

the smiles are true

they love
"

the breeze of time

came blowing by

the pages turned

all has passed

the book of life

is cryptical

flip a page

there's no turning back

but reminiscences of chapter one

will always stay.

a part of the Story.

etch in the depth of hearts

the new chapter

what shall it bring?

written in ink

or blood from stings?

there's no fear.

solitude perhaps.

no solace either

but remember: chapter one

fingers interlocked

one can only pray

the joy of chapter one

to be written again.

2007-01-13T14:35:00.000+08:00

17th dec-13th Jan

okay, school had officially started. now we're in cho cho train mode. but it'll be bullet train soon. so i'm bracing myself for the worse. well, this could probably be the last of the posts here, because 1) time don't allow me to blog. even if i do, i'll be better off mugging. 2) Feb the first is coming. Which means that my sole purpose of creating this blog will be accomplish; that is, to submit a report on how i had applied the stuff i've learnt in Bintan. it'll be redundant to blog anymore.
But still, it's always good to end where you've started. they say 'most people die 9km no less, from the place where they're born' *chuckles* so i guess, i'll write the last of my reflections here.

on the last blogpost i mentioned thinking how i can live my life fully, despite the disparate lifestyle of Singapore and Bintan. I thought about it, and i had come to this conclusion. i'll concentrate on today. i won't think about the weekend, (although i looked forward to it), i won't think about tmr, or what i should eat during recess. I'll focus my mind on now. It's a little difficult. but concentrating on now would mean thinking how to live this moment fully.i figured that perhaps at the next moment, somebody would come and stuff a ignited petard into my hands and blast me to smithereens. And i won't have to think about what to eat for recess anymore.

sigh. i miss the joy i had in Bintan. The simple joy of meals and the company of friends. i had time for quiet time and reflections. I had time to walk on sea beds. Most of all, i know my purpose there, to serve the kids and people of Bintan. When you're a dispenser of joy, you're a happy person too. little bugs with specks of light called fireflies can make you estatic. i must tell you honestly, my life back in Singapore had been really dry. it was work work work all day. and i'm consumed by the silent competition of academics in school. no joy. i don't know how long i can hang on. a dispenser of sorrow is a sad person.