i had only 1h plus of sleep because i suffer from this thing call insomia. it's a miracle that i can survive through the 3h lecture. wanted to go for pbf make up lecture. only to realise the lecturer is different from mine. went to collect those notes that i didnt collect and made up some story that i had dengue fever, that's why i was absent for few weeks. but, i was really feeling guilty about it. like what huizhen says, as you grow older, you lose the power of telling lies. unlike when you're young, telling lies is your middle name. my mum used to ask me what i bought with the pocket money she gave me. i'll name all the different food i can think of, mee soto, rice, bee hoon,etc. in actual fact, i spent the 80cents on eight small packet of seaweed from the titbits stall. or maybe the lime green ice cream with milk-filling inside(my fav). AND how can we forget paddlepop. YUM SENG YUM!

knowing it's impossible, i wont read too much into it.

i think i suffer from some inferiority-disease.

i think i need some bedtime story or lullaby to send me to sleep. yes. i want plain white t's hey there delilah. hah.

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame


my brain's not even functioning like a Pentium one computer now. more like windows 3.1. the sort where you have to type things like,
/cdgames or whatever.

i bet if jay were to strip naked in front of me, i wont even take a second glance. prolly ask him to get dressed and go off.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH.
dream on!

im going to NUA IN BED already.
(dont think dirty)

i had only 1h plus of sleep because i suffer from this thing call insomia. it's a miracle that i can survive through the 3h lecture. wanted to go for pbf make up lecture. only to realise the lecturer is different from mine. went to collect those notes that i didnt collect and made up some story that i had dengue fever, that's why i was absent for few weeks. but, i was really feeling guilty about it. like what huizhen says, as you grow older, you lose the power of telling lies. unlike when you're young, telling lies is your middle name. my mum used to ask me what i bought with the pocket money she gave me. i'll name all the different food i can think of, mee soto, rice, bee hoon,etc. in actual fact, i spent the 80cents on eight small packet of seaweed from the titbits stall. or maybe the lime green ice cream with milk-filling inside(my fav). AND how can we forget paddlepop. YUM SENG YUM!

knowing it's impossible, i wont read too much into it.

i think i suffer from some inferiority-disease.

i think i need some bedtime story or lullaby to send me to sleep. yes. i want plain white t's hey there delilah. hah.

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame


my brain's not even functioning like a Pentium one computer now. more like windows 3.1. the sort where you have to type things like,
/cdgames or whatever.

i bet if jay were to strip naked in front of me, i wont even take a second glance. prolly ask him to get dressed and go off.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH.
dream on!

im going to NUA IN BED already.
(dont think dirty)