AWWWW.

he was desperate to read my blog. so heres to him. HELLO ALLY. HAHAHAHA!!!! (:

family

hello love ones.

i havent blogged for a few months and tons have happened. i think i was so caught up with my 'without job- without a school' scenario that i even forgot to mention i lost my first ever close kin.
GRANDPA'S STORY : gong's been suffering from really bad chest pains and had lost a substantial amount of weight. he finally went for a thorough check up and was admitted to the hospital. all these while, popo was doing really well! she wasnt her senile state as before and her sugar level went down alot. anyway. on jan 9th. gong's test results were out and it stated he was diagnosed with advanced stage lung cancer. (you must be thinking. my grandpa was a smoker.) well, he was. but he quit a few years back. anyway. he was devastated. who would have thought. grandma being the one in and out of hospital for the past 3 years. and then suddenly the news of my grandpa came in. 2 days before grandpa passed away, i stayed overnight at the hospital with him. and memories of him taking care of me when i was a kid came back.
i remember when i was in primary school, in the afternoon session, gong would come by to send me to the school bus. i would do my homework in the living room and he'd be a few feet away from me doing his daily 'qigong' workout. but that night at the hospital. it just felt so weird. from the date of jan 9th to the day of feb 18th, he went from a normal looking walking state to a bed-ridden helpless old man. i'll never forget the night i gave him a neck massage. and i'll never forget the next day when he cried in front of everyone. the man who was always strict and full of pride. actually cried his heart out to everyone.
anyway. at that point in time of my grandpa's unfortunate period, i was actually dating this dude. whom i would refer as one of the shit holes ive met before now. he decides to bail on me during my refusal of acceptance of my grandpa's sickness and the funeral. you know what shit hole? seriously. go hit your head with a frying pan. crap shit. argh.
and yea. po's been taking it quite badly. grandparents were a match-made couple but a perfect one. gong and po's 60th anniversary was supposed to be this dec. but apparently, gong couldnt hold that much longer.

a shout out to my grandpa : one of the most respectable men ive ever known and love. without you, my mandarin would be really like crap! haha seriously. please bless po from up there. and you know we love you always. xoxo.

PS. and oh people. my lasalle's interview's next month! (on the 6th of june. my GRANDPA'S bdae. what are the odds man.) wish me good luck yea. (:

RAHHHH!

its 10:06am now and im angry! okay. maybe not ANGRY ANGRY but. im bloody annoyed?
i just called Sp (Singapore Poly)'s admission office. and its reallyyyyy ridiculous that, DO YOU KNOW, as long as you dont have a certificate (other than the O's.) there is no other way you can go through a direct entry to year 2 or whatsoever. LIKE WHYYYYY!!!!
im fr a freaking arts school, ive gone throught the shit of foundation year and another half year of 2nd year and YOU WANT ME TO GO THROUGH THE SAME SHIT AGAIN FROM YEAR ONE IN A POLY? its not like i studied arts and am intending to enrol into a business course. but its like from arts to another arts course!
okay. i know. im behaving like a 5 year old whinny kid now. but seriously im feeling sooooo grumpy now man.
i am so not ready for enrolment to Lasalle! not even like 30 percent!
my work has been done. my research NOTHING. ZERO. NOTHING. I AM SO DEAD. DIE.
i still havent gotten a freaking job. or maybe im just being fussy. i think i need a slap to wake myself up man.
its 10 in the morning and im listening to Showtek. some hardstyle dude. like WOAH. hardstyle really wakes you up in the morning.
and oh. i miss my specs. the huge ones. AHHHHHH. so sad so sad! and the best part. i dont even know where i left them! if only i could get 100 bucks everytime i lose something. i might just be really rich really.
anywoo. many are 'envy' of my past few mths bumming at home. how weird is this.
youre envious of people out there studying or working and earning a living while people are envious of you sticking your butt to the sofa. what are the chances of that happening.

OH GOD. I NEED TO GET MY FREAKING LIFE BACK ON TRACK!!!! roar. slaps.

i know. my post. so random again right. :]

random.

You know, ive just realized by spending nearly 2 hrs at a bus stop alone at 1ish in the morning can make you think abt a whole lot of stuffs?
From family to friends to lovers to school to EVERYTHINGGG.
Which in fact, kinda sucked cause youve smoked 3 sticks and you feel ubberly thirsty yet you cant get water cause youre afraid you might miss the bus. And then you get his semi drunk chinese girl with an amercian accent talking to you on how singapore boys are horrible and she wished she wasnt attached to one currently now. (and because of her, i missed my first bus.) and then 2 of her friends came along and joined us at the 'bus stop gathering', 2 really hot boys who are obviously eurasians and thank god they are not semi drunk like her. So we just started entertaining her back with her logics abt how foreign boys are always better than the singapore boys. (no comments.)
And did i add that i nearly got dragged by her to st james from zouk just because she finds my eyelashes amazingly long and she started calling me Ms Pretty Eyelashes. HAHAHA. Of course i gave some lame excuses that i had to rush home to finish a school project which was due like tmr when its is definitely *coughs* BULLSH*T *coughs*.
And yes. i felt pathetic and depressed all at the same time during that 2 hrs.
So pleaseeee, dont try this people. it automatically puts you into depressive mode by spending more than an hour at an area by yourself. Do not say youve not be warned.

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For each forgotten kiss, for all the memories
For all the times you look, say all you had to say
You played your part so well, a modern romeo
You came on cupid's wings, and then you flew away.
You touched my face, you called my name
Burned with desire,
But you left me in the rain.

diaper boy! heh.

The story about a lil boy wanting to be KING. and a lil squirrel. whee.

hoo.