twirling my hair with my INDEX finger

Being diagnosed with stress eating,

girl 19 name, Liu Peiying was killed last night in her HDB apartment.

Ate too much, and stress piling up by weight gains and incomplete workload.

Friends have witnessed her gain and loss on different days.

“It’s that serious” reported from her dead soul.

the only way to let people see it, is to show it.
Com’on PY, you can do it!

I can:)

i love the ring i’m wearing today, i think it’s cool. Few years down the road, it will just be a awkward- cheap looking ring, that evokes funny naive childhood feeling.

I love the iron man plot, when Tony Stark realised that inventing of new weapons aid war, and not stop war.

It’s scary. scary when i read lou’s blog.
scary to realise that, “shit i have to work with him while he is in boston and i’m in singapore.”

i just realise that while singing my favourite romantic love song.
no and there’s no relations. It’s just that i’m blog hopping and there i saw lou’s blog.
and yeap.

I have to get to work. Crap.

and it’s seriously scary, when u know, hey you’re studying in a poly now, you’re working with greater responsibility, few years later u may get married and pregnent with kids and having great sex with many home cook dinners by you to your husband. But hey, u’re getting old.

Hey, shit. i’m turning 19.
young i know. But time flies, i thought it’s still jan you know?

now it’s june.

Mid june.

this is CRAzy!

URGH.

FYP.

I listen to french love songs, “dirty” rock songs, gay tunes, experimentals, classic oldies, raps and anthems, tunes that you will never expect the same person would like.

I am me.

With my skills, i paint what i’ve saw to imperfections, ugliness, smudge and unrealistic representations. I’ll paint what ever excites me, that button from your jeans to air.

I am me.

Everything excites me. that includes this stranger that stranger to the not so strange strangers and those who are no longer strangers.

i am me.

I live in a world with perfect reasons to believe in anything, anything that you think it is, though they may never be true but they were never lies. But it’s no paradise.

I am me.

One reason i chose to dance is to express myself differently from the usual words and tunes. With expressions through movements that are different from the norm.

I am me.

I can be a doctor today, and a shanghai woman tomorrow, but i may be a truely mad man from the hosp.

i am me.

Just like a white winged dove sings a song that sounds like she’s singing

oOOO Ooo Ooo

I’ve passed that edge.

I am me.

I have many notebooks, each one tells a story, the stories that i know, the stories that you imagined. Some secrets ones that i’ve lost and kept. With words, quotes, colors in it.
with me in it.

I am me.

I am an emotional eater.
But that would disappear if it’s in my world.
emotions are just what we come up with.
In my world, there would be no emotions.

This is not my world.
But I am still me.

One dream, i would jump and sprang as high up to the sky.
I’m scared of heights.
But i did not cover the falling part yet.

I dislike people who make empty promises.
But i am one of them.
then i realised, i hate people who disappoints me.
But i am one of them too.
There’s actually nothing to hate about then, because after all they have a reason for doing that.
At least I have a reason for disappointing who ever it is.

I believe i can have a relationship with a portraite
And i can marry it, and have kids with it.
Why can’t i?

There’s many things in life that would prove you wrong.
One should start finding things that would prove themselves right.
Why living in a life full of wrongs?

There’s no time for us
*thump thump*
there’s no place for us
*thump tump*

I love the tune from the instruments, how i wish they still play these on the radios.

I realised every rockers did ballet moves on stage.

and I love drinking

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

I finally found the word that describes me.
I think this definitely worth a single post.

blank as it is, it should remain like that.
“don’t play hard to get, be hard to get. Your nothing when you’re not even hard to get”

We’ve been through that topi with all the Js.
joanna, jess and jonathan.
anyone wanna join the list?

i say i should teleport myself back to shakespear’s era.
when love is no simply happily ever after, when love is not just about texting and saying i love you.
when sex is not just about sex.

Then that’s when they said magic existed.
and that’s magic when people make love, people wrote 3 pages long of poetry of saying i love you, when people go all out. That’s when there’s magic. When people feel sadness, tears, tragic and not just plain happily ever after.

there’s when the magic existed.

“Let’s go eat guo tie now!” snapped Joanna.
yes indeed, I am in 2008, when Shakespear is long history, and i never live to look at Edith Piaf or Rina Ketty perform except for youtube.

and yes, and i’m online, typing this on the cyberspace. This definitely going in to one of those dusty notebooks of mine.