Springbonjo

I’m obsessing over the fact I ate 4 slices of white bread. Sigh. Gotta do sit ups later to compensate.

I hate it when some people get touchy. FUCK U UNDERSTAND?! It’s hard to say, motherfucker, keep your hands to yourself can?!?! because that octopus is in my circle of friends. He fucking anyhow poke my armpit near my boobs can. I don’t know if my tofu is eaten liao anot. FUCK LA CHEEBYE.

THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING FIRST TIME HE’S SO FUCKING TOUCHY! Like when we take the same train home, he will POKE me in my waist. Now I don’t know about you, but I HATE PEOPLE to POKE me ANYWHERE. GET IT?

When I hug my honey and kitty he fucking also put his hand on my shoulder cuz he wana join in too. FUCK U!

I hate it that you didn’t even protect me. That’s -100000 pts for you.

Fucking bastard pisses me off.

So you guys know now why I was sullen when I met you all.

KNNCCB.

Had a GOOD SUNDAY.

Altho I was a bad girl cuz I slept in instead of going to church- sigh, mommy said I am not devoted to God. WHAT THE HELL. I seriously irk people who come up to me and say, You’re not a good Christian because I don’t ( insert model Christian behaviour ie go church, dun bitch about people but instead be a hypocrite by interacting with people you cannot stand; blatant referrence to class rep to some minor hoohaa ages ago).

What I do is what I do, my relationship to God is my business. Fervantists and extremists and motherfucking-ists, go fly kite ok.

Was supposed to, speaking of flying kite literally with HONEY Jas and Neeky… but Jas and HONEY are sleeping beauty incarnates.

Met up with JY for lunch in town, had NYDC Vegetarian Fav oven baked pasta. It was yummy, with the whole thing under baked cheese, grilled mushrooms which looked suspiciously like chicken until a check with the waitress revealed, yes Mdm it is mushrooms, grilled mushrooms don’t look like mushroom at all I learned, with capsisum, onions etc. JY witnessed my cleaning plate ritual, which is rare cuz my poly days were starving most of the time. Not good, so he was like, Becca! I am so happy you finish your food!

Yeah, JY abit outdated la. Caught up with one another. I love JY my poly best friend to bits. Guy is too stressed, so funny cuz YZ who has been hanging out with me more often tells him things about me, and JY being too burnt out misinterpreted like, everything. For example, he thinks my fling is my crush, today is sports day, and I am a misery wreck.

I had to assure him, I am like so freaking happy everyday, my fling is an asshole and nothing but that, my crush is toally another person altogether and is super cute+sexy+cute, and sports day is Friday at Sentosa.

Kinda pissed at Honey cuz she didn’t rush down and I didn’t receive her msg. YZ saved my day by coming down… then chilled with Jas and Honey like hours later.

Sinned by potato wedges… cookies n cream chocolate. Hehe, but luckily YZ was there to halve my sins.

Home… and what way to end a happy day by Say Somethin’ on radio on my way home, and Say Somethin’ MTV.

Love my friends, love my life. Love God for blessing me with a wonderful day.

In the last 24 hours- as of now, 10.18pm

alcohol shots: 2

cigs: 2

strepsils: 12

peppermint lozenges: 1

oily soya sauce stir fried noodles wrapped in brown cellophane paper reminiscent of childhood/ not pure vegetarian: 1

sultana biscuits: 12

waffle criss crossed shaped otherwise ordinary cookies: 5? 6

papayas: 2

watermelons: 1

herbal teas: 2

boredom: max.

Staying home makes me fat.

You go to places by the subway damn it, because you don’t have a car.

You force your starbucks down your throat, which is sore, because you paid $6 for a cup of drink only to realise your fav starbucks is more like fuck since your throat hurts, and no one drinks coffee in your clique.

You puke, cuz your stomach is heaving, but spit comes out.

You party at a stupid place, with boring patrons.

You can’t even smoke cuz your throat hurts.

Your under-aged friends cannot sneak in. If you were rich, you would have the staff crawling to fetch them in.

You’re pissed because all your friends stay the same place while you’re the opposite end of the bloody island.

You have to wait for the bus alone.

You take the Night rider home… alight at the wrong stop an hour’s walk away from home.

You cab, because it is only $6.

Still, can’t say I didn’t have fun.

Out for the whole of last night shooting photos-

I love being with you guys. I feel safe and well equipped. My batteries that ran out- you had. Someone had a map. We all look out for one another, and it’s like one big rocking family.

Oh and Shah shot a ghost or something. Spooky!

From the begining of our adventure: a madcap rush to get san franciso coffee, sadly to no avail, to many cigs to many shots.

I am sick of photography- or my lousy camera. It’s not even mine- so sorry Jess and Cam but I freaking hate Nikon. No flash= unless you have an arm that doesn’t have pulse and muscles running through it, camera states every picture as blurry. You tell me how can a camera on a tripod be blurry?!? Of course the fact we aren’t allowed to use flash makes cameras sensitive, but nikon is like extreme.

I want a camera of my own- but I am really thankful to Cam Honey who supplied me with her great camera blurry-prone withstanding. I don’t know how I can survive school without you.

Dinner at Marina food loft- the view is excellent- as good as it gets. Had the best plate of vegetarian hor fun IN MY LIFE.

Esplanade roof top, Shah joining us. Walking to clarke quay… china town… raffles place… back to esplanade again.
Had a frigging cockroach on my feet when we were in chinatown’s 7-11. I hate china town. It’s sucky- there were hoes at the mac’s we took a break for awhile, countless taxis stopping for us, nothing to shoot, frigging cockroach land I tell you.
Slept at esplanade stone bench, with crush’s oh so warm windbreaker. Woken up to snap more pics, home.

It didn’t feel like 14 hours… it felt like one of the best times of my lives, when I can look back and smile fondly.

Maybe God made me go through some stuff, and ending up in Nafa so I could have you guys. But I am so grateful. And happy. To you all who know you rock my world- I LOVE YOU!!!

It’s our song- and it’s typical R&B that invokes sparkly special feelings in me- slow beats, the drums, the percussion that goes oh so fairytale- man is my primary school band instructor so going to kill me when I forgot the name of that insrtument- the kind that sends me into dreams and fantasy.

Every time I think about you
you just drive me crazy
I can’t get you off of my mind

:)

A la Bollywood, cue cheesy music.

Oh you make my day, never mind we’re making ourselves dizzy with the quick changes of topics on nothing in particular, nope, wrong subject when you said no thanks, and I thought you were being cheeky with reference to my nick, when it’s the msg of a job offer.

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Your birthday was my misery- from the very first few minutes when I was up to my knees in research and hearing the alarm in my phone to that it’s your birthday. And being in different rooms because my phone was being charged but without looking at it, I knew it was your birthday despite trying to forget the past few days and I did so successfully, but this slightest thing triggered and everything came flooding back.

I added you back on msn, to see that irate nick, and wished you a Happy birthday, despite my fears it would be my dignity and pride lost if what I thought were true.

I wished you happiness… but I knew it was sorrow for me.

Morning was a continuation of exhaustion following the night of project working, morning rush, afternoon deadline, afternoon class.

Then the day went on, happy because Kitty and Jas were larks as can be, but history frustrated me. From being late, to waiting for 3 odd hours to present. My restlessness is evident in my chowing of the candy, cigs and sunflower seeds. Loo breaks, and even returning a school library book. Bloody book has to trigger every fucking sensor, even on Sat’s date with crush and HMV sensors went off. But was saved the embarassment since I was walking in- still, FUCK U NAFA LIBRARY. I still love my school though.

Even the prospects of seeing Crush after school was well, crushed, cuz Portia has preview tickets to Lady In The Water which I wanted to watch since I adore M.Night Shyamalan. I walked away, not knowing we didn’t return, because there wasn’t enough time.

But the flick rocked, and a good friend so patiently waiting for me to complete my shots after that, pre-movie starbucks green tea frap, my FAV mtv SAY SOMETHIN’ in the cathay waiting area post movie- enough to save the day.

But as I made my way home, What’s left of me by Nick Lachey tried to break me down, and because I don’t cry in public-

12.10am, happy 18th birthday to you.

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Oh green tea, I want some green tea now. I am still a coffee lover, but a green tea slave now.

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Hurry, I’m rushing a project. My eyes are tired, my body is wreary. The old woman is bitching, “Ah your mother work so hard and you all never help her.” And my dad was like, “Yeah useless.”

F#@*$@#)$* CHAO CHEEBYE. NEXT TIME WAN TO GO TOILET DUN FUCKING ASK ME TO HELP YOU ON THE WAY. I HATE YOU. And STUPID @$#@#$#^%^*&((()(^&&% AND EVERY NIGHT I HAVE TO SMELL YOUR SHIT CUZ MY MOM HAS TO CLEAN YOUR SHIT AND ITS SO FREAKING SMELLY.

I hate to see mommy gagging at the smell. I hate you. I hate my aunt even more, cuz they’re fuckers n they shld look after YOU and not burden MY FAMILY.

Now I don’t have a job anymore, all the more reason for them to start bitching. YEAH MAN, LIKE SCHOOL IS TOTALLY NOT DEMANDING, LIKE I TOTALLY NEED TO WORK WHEN I SHOULD BE PLAYING DAMN IT.

I hate my family.

Fucking project. Now you all know why I hate to go home.

FUCK. And class chalet may be cancelled. WTF WTF WTF. 3 glorious days of not seeing you bastards. I think you’re a fucking jinx.

Clubbed at DXO yesterday, my third clubbing experience. I have to say, I think MOS ranks the best for clubbing, Momo is not too bad either. First of all, DXO has NO people at all, save for fugly old people, the dance floor was lame, and how the hell to groove with people watching you? Still I had a good time, cuz I had all my friends, and the bartender was pretty nice. Oh and the bouncer commented my IC pic didn’t look like me. Sheesh.

Kitty Jas n me alchol-ed way too much. My Cam honey was an uber sweetie, I love my sister, I love YZ for being a great buddy and sporting enough to be spontaneous. Movie-ed with him earlier, so did Kitty Jas and Jas’s fren but they were sitted right at the front… in the wrong theatre. Lol.

School, and Armando says I “have brains but abit naughty ar” again. Haha. And when he says Kitty’s smile is so nice, I demand that mine is also nice and he “Yah la yah la, you the princess”. Ahahahaha. So funny.

Morning was at starbucks, doing work. Man am I a starbucks freak.

Rewind my day yesterday, forward to today. Out to starbucks again. With crush. OMG.

Have a rocking weekend.

I’m craving for my starbucks, caffe mocha. I like my coffee with milk and sugar, but the calories are horrifying.

Serving Size 16 fl. oz.

Amt Per Serving

Calories 300

Fat Calories 110

Total Fat (g) 12

Saturated Fat (g) 6

Trans Fat (g) 0

Cholesterol (mg) 30

Sodium (mg) 135

Total Carbohydrates (g) 40

Fiber (g) 2

Sugars (g) 31

Protein (g) 13

Vitamin A 6%

Vitamin C 0%

Calcium 30%

Iron 20%

source

Sheesh. I’m so going to low fat everything, since there’s no non fat options here. I did try americano, but it’s really too… bitter. Gosh I am such a kid.

Oh and I woke up at 6.22am… for no reason. Sigh. Maybe I’ll go to school early and chill at starbucks. Mmm, yes I think I will. Need to touch up on my work.

Hell I am turning into a workaholic. But it’s exciting, even my friends tell me, You seem to love school. I do.