this is so beautiful

"Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person ; wait for the person who will be your best friend , the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances, for the person who makes you smile like no one else and when they smile you know they need you. Wait for the person who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats and a tee shirt, but appreciates it when you get dressed up for them. And most of all, wait for the person who will put you up at the center of their universe, because that’s where you belong."

driving along an 80km/h road, i asked, which lane is for slow people like me? Priscilla don't panic, look straight ahead and pretend that there is no car behind you. &me, as if the old person inside me was screaming to come out, felt this strange tingly feeling when i accelerated. or wait, maybe its the feeling i'm supposed to get when speeding, like my dad does. hence the constant speeding and overtaking.

&so, i hang upside down from my bed until the blood rushes into my head.

Self made hairdresser

And once again, it never fails. urges to cut my fringe, snip snip snip, and it becomes gay-er than before. standing in front of the mirror, hairdryer in one hand, random hair products in the other, trying to burn my fringe into place- didn't work. Then i tried pinning random clumps of hair up and swirling it around and leaving spiky areas- epic fail. Priscilla what did i tell you about self control? Leave it to the hairdresser i tell you. But, no...... Now, i'll have to walk around with a paper bag over my head just like the unknown comic.

There we were, sitting on the damp grass with nothing but a picnic mat, with 10 people squashed to try to avoid getting their bums wet. Sounds misleading us, raining every 5 minutes and stopping the next, opening the umberellas at the very same time. Then the romans came.

Scan and print

To act natural and not wanting to look suspicious when trying to get a whole lot of paper out from the printer? Print a fullstop on each page, either that, or photocopy blank white pieces of paper.

Squashed by elephants

Homework coming in in stacks. No, not piece by piece, but rather, chunk by chunk. Sickness slowly consuming my soul, coughing in class when theres dead silence, talk about breaking the silence. Holiday? I don't think so. I reckon Mrs. C is the reaper, slowly ripping people's souls out and selling them for 50 cents apiece so that she can buy back her youth. Well, its definitely not working, i can still see your saggy skin. Try green tea, or wait, maybe it's already too late.

Tessa says i get very excited when Mr Wang says some random chinese word and i know how to write it. Well, maybe i do, just because i'm not some chinese shifu master thingo with super calligraphy writing skills. Retarded, yes.

The tortoise wins the race

i thought school was designed such that as you age, your school bag shrinks? Think primary one kids carrying those tortoise look alike backpacks and JC/poly people carrying nothing but an empty bag and laptop? Then why is it that for me it's reversed? I am carrying the biggest school bag i have ever carried in my life.

plastic lenses

sudden addiction to film cameras. I always loved looking at albums of old photographs captured on film, the feeling is different as compared to uploaded-through-usb-into-the-computer photos. just flipping through them, photograph by photograph, the colours and shades giving a vinta

"mummy, i have money, can you lend me your credit card and i'll pay you?"
"no"
"daddy, i have money, can you lend me your credit card and i'll pay you?
"no"
"ten years from now i can look back and think how cute i was" *put on british accent"
"haha, but no"
"我要我的照相机” *put on exaggerated shanghai-nese accent*
"still, no"

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