it's not a diary. it's a JOURNAL

I was in the middle of studying Managerial Economics (for final exam purpose only) and I got bored. BORED. Really really bored. I mean it. B.O.R.E.D. Okay, you got the point. So I rummaged through Youtube. And with the help of my partner in crime, Untung Putra, I found great videos of Youtube's artists. Gabe Bondoc, Davedays, Cathy Nguyen, David Choi, many more. I was mesmerized by such talent.. They were better than most singer on MTV. No kidding. Which brought me to think.. ______________________________________________ Some girls attracted to guys who could run faster, jump higher, those athletes by nature. Three point shots considered to be tactful movement to aim for their hearts. So the better they play, the more attractive these guys are. LOL. Moreover, these girls don't see a bunch of sweaty guys scrambling one ordinary ball. Instead, they will see troupe of heroes stomping to conquered their heart (*cheesy) Look how patiently they will sit on the bleachers. Outdoor. Ye

Nahh.. I'm not gonna bragging about love drunk or such. That's the song I'm listening while studying now. LOL. I'm such a multitasker. Ever heard a quotation about love that inspired you so much you can be a poet over night? I think it's true. I've been there. Trust me, I know. When the love I felt was so, so, so overwhelming almost physically. Yes, I think love's one hell of emotion that can make human do brave, crazy, stupid stuff. Love is good. Indeed. But love also destructive. (See Helen of Troy. Stupid Paris, what was he thinking?? Lust maybe. Not love. Whatever. I wasn't there) Anyhow, after some deep thinking, I can also add one more strong emotion that motivate human to do braver, crazier, stupid-er stuff than love do. It is hurt, i think. A bruise on your heart. That can be healed over time, or not. At least, that was the thing that inspired me more than falling head over heels in love. See the evidence below. so what. if u can put your finger

It's 7.33 pm, and I'm extremely hungry. Waiting for the rice cooked, I think I'm going to share a recipe of my (currently) most favorite appetizer. Why I'm so fond of it? Firstly, it was NICE. Secondly, it only took 15 min at most to cook it. LOL This so-called-snack was introduced by one of my house mate, Kelyn. Actually she learned from her cousin (not niece!). Thank you so much, Kelyn's cousin (once again, NOT NIECE):):):) Ingredients: 1. Shitake (a kind of mushroom) 2. Boursin (brand of cheese with a bit of garlic flavour) 3. Butter for roasting (replacing cooking oil) How to cook: 1. Remove the stem of shitakes 2. Smear a bit of Boursin on top of each shitake 3. Smear a small amount butter on fry pan to prevent shitake from sticking to the pan 4. Heat the pan until shitakes looks less puffy. 5. Time to eaaat :)

Yesterday, one of my cell group friend shared us his view. "Why when women have a chat, they will end up talking about guys and marriages. Mostly we (men) only topics was sports. Last night soccer's score. Who's going to final championship, that kinda thing." His statement rang a bell inside me, like "HEY! THAT'S REALLY REALLY TRUE" And why girls never got bored with that topic? What's with girls and love stories? Based on my house mates and my experience, I came up with a theory that maybe, just maybe, hypothetically correct. When we are young, let's say three or four years old, our parents used to tell us bedtime stories. And most of them involving, well, love story. The plot of those stories often similar : damsel in distress found a handsome macho prince on a white horse. Fell in love with each other. The prince fought dragons/beasts/ugly witches/wicked stepmothers. Of course the prince would always win. And "they live happily ever after

Strange, huh?

It is 3.02 am. I still don't feel like sleeping. Okay, okay, I admit actually I'm waiting for Desperate Housewives to buffer (internet connection at night's sooooo sloooow =_=) So, while waiting, I went to wash my face and brush my teeth. I have recently changed my tooth brush because the old one had been spoiled. Then I realized I've bought a brush for sensitive teeth. The hair brush was softer than on the ordinary one. When I accidentally brushed my gums, it didn't hurt even a bit, unlike my old one that give me blisters gums. Didn't know what's gotten into me, I found some kind of connection between the softer brush and life. For instance, if you got used to study hard all the time (definitely NOT me), when holiday comes you would feel like the burden had been lifted from your shoulder. Just like my old brush that has been changed with the softer one. On the contrary, if all you did was slacking, slacking, AND slacking, when it's exam's date grew

This song was posted on Facebook by a person who once meant the world to me.. What I feel now, well, all I can say is, " Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart " Wherever he is, this is my wish for him :) and for all my beloved friends.. ♥♥♥♥♥

Kelyn, my dear sister Febe, Elsa, Uze, Me, Maggie, Untung at Marutama, Clarke Quay Central The most delicious ramen on Singapore Julia and I Kelyn, Nana, Me, Maggie at InSIGHT09 Uze, Edwin (Nana's boyfriend), Nik (Stanley's brother), Nana, Elsa, Kelyn, Stanley, Me, Untung, Malvin, and Maggie Kelyn, Maggie, Me, Nana, and Elsa at Nana's 19th birthday night Kelyn, Elsa, Me, Nana, Maggie at my 20th surprise birthday bash :)

One of my favorite.. I rewound and rewound it till my house mates unconsciously start singing this song also.. LOL > I miss those blue eyes How you kiss me at night I miss the way we sleep Like there's no sunrise Like the taste of your smile I miss the way we breathe But I never told you What I should have said No, I never told you I just held it in And now, I miss everything about you Can't believe that I still want you and after all the things we've been through I miss everything about you Without you I see your blue eyes Everytime I close mine You make it hard to see Where I belong to When I'm not around you It's like I'm alone with me But I never told you What I should have said No, I never told you I just held it in And now, I miss everything about you Can't believe that I still want you and after all the things we've been through I miss everything about you Without you But I never told you What I should have said No, I never told you I just held