Cry high day.

I saw this auntie next to me in the train, she was crying so badly to herself.
Sam- Hi, umm.. here’s tissue.
Auntie- It’s okay. Thanks
Sam- Nono but, your make up.. *waves the tissue frantically
Auntie- *awkward smile. Thanks *BLOWS INTO THE TISSUE
Sam- you can have the whole thing!

I’m such a bad comforter. Especially when people cry. Ughh/

And Althea and Joyi cried as well. :/

History tmr, ALL THE BEST YOU GUYS, and myself.
Goodbye all and study steel hard!

Awful much.

Why I’m ashamed to be a Singaporean:

1. Clean & Green City- I saw the garden area outside Marina Sq filled with filthy thrash and cups (mind you, still half-full)  left overnight! eww.
2. Males aged around 20 odd, speaking like that- “But, is like, he damn du lan” (BUT IS LIKE, is not english! omg.)
3.Middle aged man, dashing past me just to get a seat in the MRT train. I was, by coincidence, carrying a guitar. MISTER!
4.My file touched this lady’s arm, she went “TSK.” then *roll eyes.
5.And lastly, I’m ashamed of myself. For laughing so loudly in public D:

Heh, okay.
Went svc with Astro today (:
Pastor Mark was hilarious, always.
Studied with Wei.
Did geography.
‘Ate’ with Cousin’s CG.

If ever you crash into me somewhere in the streets,
I’d rather a “Hi” than “Nabei”. Thankyou, goodbye world.

HARPEE BIRDDAY SINGAHPOUR.

HIHI, I love Singapore. Yay

SHOPPED WITH ALTHEA TODAY! AND THIS TIME,
WE EMPTIED EVERY CENT IN OUR WALLETS.
WELL DONE REALLY.
(:

I’m crazy, I’m actually listening to the Miley Cyrus songs on Jessie’s computer.
But, I’ve to admit “Goodbye” was actually, umm.. good.
okay, I should stop about it.
Heh.

I just had a packet of Coke gummi. It’s been donkey years since I ate them. And it’s still, so good! OKAY, TMR’S ULTIMATE STUDY DAY ONE, AND MONDAY’S ULTIMATE STUDY DAY TWO.

k /OUT.

I LOVE ALTHEA TOH WERN RAE.

A Story.

She looked up to her mother with her eyes choked with tears.
“This is why, Mom.”

She handed the red book, the soulmate she had during her most downcasted moments, the truth-recorder she had kept for years now. -She handed her diary over to her mother.- The grown up joined her daughter in silence as she flipped through each page of the routined accounts.

She cried, the mother cried. Sniffed into a piece of hanky, and tried to meet the eyes of the girl.
“We all have our problems, you can’t blame us. You can’t blame your father. You must look to….”
“Yes you do. But I’m not as strong as you, Mom. I can’t do this really.”

Both looked away.
There were creeks from the worn off edge of the main door. Father stepped in, both greeted.

She went back to her guitar, Mother went off to the kitchen.
When all was calm, Mom came in, she kissed her.

A kiss so unexpected, thought to be lost.
I am sorry, mom.
I love you mom.
I’ve been a bitch, mom.
I didn’t mean to add to your hurt.
I love you.

Scream your heart out.

Perth oh perth, Here I come.

A third post.

Thing’ve been rough.

What happens to the blog of the blogger when she starts blogging rubbish? Well it becomes trashpage.bs.com, and i have no wish to see my poor pressword  turn into a pathetic routined site.

A month or two, and maybe even more, passed already.
I have definitely failed to work on my pertinent plan of putting in more effort. My studies are heading downhill, really fast. And that, makes it scary.

I never thought of my studies as, having to be the bestest among my peers, but the way I see it crashing pass my imagination really worries me. I’m glad at the fact, I’m actually starting to worry. My grades were fine, till they raged my parents so bad, my paper almost got torn. Well, till a phonecall saved it?

A hell load of trouble I’ve gotten myself into. Best, I think I’d forgotten all about Jesus, and turning to Him, and talking to Him. I practically forgot all about, Him. Sweet, point of desperation and still I seek Man. Foolish being,really.

Knowing He could help, and that He actually cared, covering my ears, closing an eye and ignoring my answer, was all I did. Ah, so awesome right!

I’m sorry, Jesus.
I need some sort of eye washer really.

A, conversation of little words.

Old uncle: HERH HERH.
Sam: (thinks ‘ omgod.. looney dude!!???’)
Old uncle: I wanna see your phone
Sam: huh? *laughs forcefully, then shakes head a lil
Old uncle: why? see your phone only marrh
Sam: *winks and tries to find steph’s eyes.
Sam: AHH, STEPH…??!
Sam: umm, nono uncle!
Uncle: i wanna play your jang jang *does the guitar-ing action
Sam: uh, nono!
Uncle: tsk. *walks away

ONE WEIRD CHURCH CLEANER I SWEAR. (PayaLebarMethodistChurch.)
While waiting for Steph’s interview thingy to end.

Ugh, today was alright i guess.:

1.Brought my baby to school, his name’s Bob. (yea, my acousteeko)
2.D and Joyi were ranting about how SP-sick they were getting.
3.IAN WATKINS’ SO HOT, damnit.
4.Laughing @ A during recess.
5.Yihuan, didn’t fall asleep today!
6.I think I was dreaming during History, I think lah :0
7.Sheena started singing it’s my life while Sher was emo-ing :/
8.It’s never a bad thing to have a change of math teacher, Ms Quek’s always letting us off one period earlier. She’s tha, slack yo.
9.Wrote Pink a song during the last free periods.
10. Lunched with D and Joyi, then waited for Steph’s church thing to end.

Today’s gone, just like that. Snap.