your feline fantasy (:

to my favouritest neighbour,
happy 19th birthday to you, missvalerieteyhweeshin!

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i'm a hazard to vehicles that are parked right outside my gate, i swear. since 2 days ago, i've successfully and most unfortunately hit 2 such vehicles; not by crashing my car into them, but by erm, opening my auto-gate and watching it just, erm, go "smack" and hitting the vehicles.

the first was z's car on that first stormy night when he came to pick me up to go watch a movie. the rain was torrential and so it would have been logical for me to well, open the auto-gate and walk out with an umbrella instead of using the small gate or let him drive up the driveway, no? and so thats what i did. just that the boy decided that he'll park closer to my gate than he usually does and well, smack, the gate hit his car and got stuck while he frantically tried to maneuver his car outta the way. well, it seems like i can't accurate gauge distances huh.

the second happened today when i was driving into the house. i was about to anyway, and so i happily pressed the button on the remote control and damnit, too late, there was a postman on his scooter parked outside my house! like of all times. apparently he was waiting for my brother to acknowledge receipt for some registered mail. i was mighty embarrassed and did try to say sorry, but the postman just rode away...

seriously, for someone with allegedly perfect eyesight, there's no reason for me not to gauge distances acurrately or spot a postman on his scooter!

all you dont want for christmas

it's rui's (i say it like it's tiffany&co's ha) monthly womb auctions, baby.

but that's silly because there's no way anyone would want to buy a womb. i guess people would only want to rent one, you know, to have a surrogate baby, but there would be no way anyone would want to buy one. especially when it comes with cramps like this.

mindfuckingnumbing cramps -
that make you break out in cold sweat even though the aircon's switched off and the windows and doors are slammed shut and you're wearing a pullover. oh but then again, the rain that pours pours and pours may have materially contributed to that cold sweat; i dont know.

i woke up at 7:30am to run. but i got cramps instead. and brilliant plans to go down to starbucks to read with a peppermint mocha frappe (they were out of peppermint yesterday at orchard can you believe it argh) in hand just flew outta the window.

i am such a brat. but i think that even brats deserve to have smses replied to, to acknowledge that there are no plans/no plans will be made so that brats (bratty though they are) don't end up lying in bed left wondering if the conversation has ended. argh but then again, not like plans could have been made anyway, with this godawful cramps that has had her do nothing but lie on her bed the entire day. but! it would have been nice to be acknowledged and have concern shown although admittedly nothing can be done for, according to some website that i was looking through at 8:16am (whilst chatting with mok who was sleepless in italy), menstrual cramps are a symbol of fertility. so yay, i'm very fertile.

(argh alright yes i reckon its time for us to move on to less anatomy-related matters)

so yes i'm very fertile and quite a grumpy half-vegatable who is sick of blog-surfing and researching bangkok hotels. someone suggested i start reading crim muggers. brilliant; maybe the person caught a glimpse of my exam results during the Great Leak on friday night and thought it would be good for me to get more time on crim. oh maybe i should try and watch the oc/prison break/onetreehill/theLword, all of which i've started on and am in the midst of - a demonstration of my fantastic ability to focus on a single task.

so yesterday evening we dropped by stan's place for the annual christmas thingmajig he always has and it was kinda amusing how there was quite a bit of tension in the air, between friends (fine, not quite) and ex-es; how his mom labelled us the ex-girlfriends and how 8 boys refused to let me drive pass and dived/squeezed into the backseat and i drove for like 20 metres before they were all shouting 'stop' and i decided perhaps we wouldnt want anyone to pull a muscle somewhere while they were in those contortionistic positions, haha. but good end to the night ( :

on a closing note. it's kinda amusing how to ask people out these days you've got to consider (1) your schedule (2) her schedule and also (3) your boy's schedule because its affects yours and of course (4) her boy's schedule because it affects her scheduling and consequently, yours. since when did things get so complicated, love; all i want to do is to go out with you.

because its not fish soup everyday any more!

photos from a while back, to chronicle the studying days and to welcome the holidays! (:


me and the boy, falling asleep at farrer macs at 3am.
and we didnt even get to eat hotcakes! :/


i think it was something about us pledging to conquer the contract test..
(look at glenda haha)


rui and mickey mouse in rudolph berms!
only you would dare to wear such a thing haha.


beekee's famous dean's list face HAHA.


one slightly more normal photo of the girls (:


too much prison break, michelle.


michelle says her ass looks nice in here.


do you not wonder since when can you take vertical photobooth pictures...?
apparently when you're crazy enough to let your macbook stand on its side, anything can happen...


i was trying to show you my colourful notes.


the real tall one ( :


so yes IT'S THE HOLIDAYS, BABY!
( but so many people are jetting off! :/ )