Life According to Ping ...

April 21, 2005

i cant recognize my own room.

its incredible. its neat. and i hate it. my mum sorted out the room. she dug up all my little memories and secrets stored away messily in the boxes. i hate it. i hate to see my gigantic marlboro box with my pictures kept in a neat drawer. mine! and seriously mum is the last one who should discover my small and big pack of marlboro, my ridiculous pictures, Mine!

and i know i should be grateful.

April 18, 2005

I love Hui!

Im a thickhead. I know I said the most awful things on earth but I repeat I really do love you. And I want to stay as an asterick *** friend?

=(

Sorry

April 14, 2005

It cant get better than this

i was drinking water and i had to sneeze. and water got spilled on that ONE sheet of paper i wrote out for ages and smurge my own fonts. i opened the windows to air the room and a roach had to fly in. we spent quite a while searching for that roach and from underneath my bed to the desk till i bang my head against my sister teeth and my mum was awaken by all the screaming and yes mummy saved the night again. and my wonderful notebook which is getting rather tempermental these days that accidently got wet while i sneezed while i was drinking water and therefore it got a little wet too had to die on its alternate+control+delete keys. Yes. the keyboard is now pretty screwed and it kept flashing usb device not recognize. ahems. i dont have any usb device plug in.


April 13, 2005

my education is ending in less than 41 hours?

its so strange. im finally getting out of school. then again till my grades are finalize then we see. afterall my dear prof who holds an american passport though he is from the country the wall that got into the world wonder. he said ONE sheet of formulae! one. i cant believe it. one. think one majong paper is big enough for me? one.

oh and im going bangkok. yes yes, again. well tickets purchased at $1.99 one way. why not. i get to grab some pointy shoes and squeeze my pig feet in to get ready for some kicking action.. i pray that the sizing in bangkok had expanded for the horizontally challenged like myself. i have to stop pretending that my 593s are really working pants that faded and boss would not notice the difference between blue pants and demin. i have to get more colors in my wardrobe. more bags. more shoes. more skirts. more pants. more shirts. more bags.

before all that i have to go grab that ONE majong paper



April 07, 2005

I have been racking my brains on what to do in Singapore.

And after some inspirations from a few, I decided.

- Cycle @ Ubin
- Climb Bukit Timah
- Go bintan (i know its not singish but just putting it down in case i forget)
- Canoe @ ECP
- Sentosa!
- Try wakeboarding
- Prawning?!?!


The sad part , its weather dependent.


April 05, 2005

its ironic

i never thought we would part this way for you came real close before. how strange that one can wield so much on another. and how strange how everything evaporated. and how truly strange that you never believe.
i never doubt. i merely threw the flag. the light at the end of your tunnel is flickering but i knew you would get there somehow someday.

im sorry i dont have the patience to wait.
im sorry that i dont see eternity.
im sorry it had to be me.

i had it easy always. or it seems. yet it doesnt feel good to be the baddie really. least you get to willow in self sympathy. i dont. i cant. and i dont know how. i want out and i stick by it.i have to right. and yes im a lier by not sticking to the other out. i know not how to explain myself and i dont perhaps feel the need to.

April 03, 2005

i remembered the days where we would scheme together to pull off a trick on some other kid in school. i remembered the days where i would go to school cautioned just not to be known as the fool of april. long gone are the days of tricks. are we that grown up? or are we that busy?

i missed the days of real laughter. the days where we are not afraid of waking up alone. the days that you do not have to put up a normal front and keep living even though you feel all dead within you. i miss those days where pain do not have the ability to seize you at any hour or place.

i wish i can tell you how to stop the awful feel. its awful. and it last. and life don't stop for you sadly. but trust me on the count where it will go away slowly but surely. where one day you will run out of the clear saline fluid secreted by the lacrimal gland and diffused between the eye and eyelids.