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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated, about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes your stay more bearable.
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Find a back door out of life.



I've been posted to SRJC. =)
and i thought i was heading to YJC.





But it's a pity, i cant join the rest to enter that school.


Well, pearl, i think i can head to your house everyday. hahahah!
OH. And through the list i have searched in SRJC, i found my primary school friend! Phoebe! Sweet mother of reasons, it's been more than 3 years since i had kept in contact with her. I wonder if she can recognise me or remember me.


Yesterday was my Cousin's birthday!!!

Playing with sparklers! (My cousins)

And then. because we have left over with many many sparklers... we decided to...ye know? er blast them all together at one shot. HAH.

I TELL YOU. dont ever try this. after we exploded the whole thingy in Hougang Residential Estates there, we experienced blinding light!!!! yes. like those in harry potter scenes or those virtual movies where there's this huge bright light.


the whole damn thing was noisy and smoky (like a terrorist attack) and also amazingly beautiful (sadistic; am i?) its true blue fireworks man!


After a few seconds, it's still red hot.

After a few minutes, we pluck out that thing and threw it away.My sis and my cousin!
I love the dragon print on his shirt.


The Trio of the unglam fireworks


Spastic faces!



And and and i missed COSFEST! ~_~


damndamndamn.

i wanna a house like this!!!!!


"The nightfall creeps up my spine. The wind is howling like there's no tomorrow, rustling my hair violently. I stepped up my pace, thinking about home: the warm fireplace, hot chocolate and my cat would lay right next to my feet as i sink into my beanbag.

The streets are empty, no one in the right mind would be out unless they are heading back home like me. I regret not bringing out my scarf, my neck is freezing. With arms crossed against my chest, the only sound i could hear would be the wind and my heels across this deserted street.

I raised my chin a fraction, squinting my eyes at a white light straight at me. Then I spotted a silhouette in the far distance. A built man, of six foot tall, judging from the massive looking he could be very well be weighing 250 or more pounds.

I cant believe myself stopping dead in my tracks to get a clearer view of who ever that was at that bright spot of light. My handphone dropped and i snapped out of trance. I bent down to get my phone, the wind now became icy. I had not been expecting an early snow hence not preparing my gloves. My hand flushed red the moment the wind came in contact with it. I scurried around to get my pieces back; i held my breath.
A pair of expensive Italian shoes appeared right in front of me, and my gaze trailed off from the shoes all the way to the man's face. With slow movement, i stood up and backed two steps. It was still dark, with him backfacing the light source i couldnt make out his features.
I clutched onto my handphone, every atom and molecule in my body were screaming warning signs and i just couldnt move.
"Er. Hi, are you lost?" I didnt know what to say, and it would be impolite of me to just move away from him, since he stands here directly infront of me meaning to ask something i guess.
There was only utter silence.
Clutching my bag and the handphone, he couldnt be a theif would he? He's wearing branded Italian shoes, unless he did steal to afford it? Then again, if he meant to rob, why would he just stand here and er... scent the air? He tilted his head backwards and move an inch closer. I circled around him, as if he's the predator and i'm the prey. Now i'm backfacing the light source.
He turned around slowly and i held my breath. For Chrissakes, his eyes are burning red. Now I'm quivering with fear, mentally calculating how far can i run against this strong wind. I have to admit, the chances arent very good either. "






berlindaang
growing in the shadow of another.

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