the square root of three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

erm....

i'll wait for you to get back:-)


that was my day. right there.

tioman

im going to tioman for too many days.

Fear

I dont hope anymore.

Somehow I know you understood my point.

I just want to know who that person is.

The one underneath the layers.

I know I have layers as well.

I'll break yours down, as you would want to get under mine as well.

9 layer cake. so yummy. so scary.

you.

the thousandth time

expressionless.


thats how i feel.
those who've seen me lately know i've been nursing an ulcer the size of manhatten on my lower lip. not sexy. gotten pretty used to it, but any extreme facial movements hurt. can u imagine hanging out with eugene and ian. they always freaking making me laugh. and a part of me died yday when i just stood past a few hilarious moments with an emotionless face, but deep down inside i was crying. tickle your mutton!
i bet now they all think im really boring and a wallflower would make better company, but trust me it sucks not to smile and make a few faces.=[

btw, we watched sex is zero2. and it was brainless but pretty funny.
the random girl next to me was hugging her bf and hyperventilating at the same time.

If I'm wrong I'm right

i wish i was studying.







P.S:sengleong come on. rock hyeres. im really hoping u not only get into the gold fleet but kick some serious butt there.

to each his own.

single and ready to mingle.

we're all waiting till we're ready for the rest of our lives.
dont rush it. it'll be great then.
and more importantly it should be great. NOW.

an open invitation. to someone.

you wish for your clean slate.

its not right.

everyone makes mistakes.
you made one. and like the rest of your mistakes,
you expect me to go away.

and u're closing your eyes and waiting for me to disappear.
like a bad dream.
now im gone.


no amount of God can save that.
u'll be forgiven.

everyone gets scared.

i'll kick this week off with a presentation.
an hour break in between. then a 2 hour test.
no silly mistakes please. this isnt primary school.

oral on thursday, and a final test on saturday.
im feeling very edgy about them all.
so people dont tread on my toes.

i feel i deserve better sometimes. but i've got so much.
it has to be schizophrenia.


last week ya'll.
hang in there. im slave to whoever wants me after saturday.
book now.

the way i are.

what lifts you up,
creates a fall.

i wonder if i really like having my parents out so much.
living their semi nomadic life.
im happy for them though.

its getting difficult.
and boys are the problem.
too few. jh, greg, shaun, mark.
im really happy we're all moving on.
i miss you guys.

i also wanna make a confession. its really eating me alive.
my parents are concerned and i understand.
quek and johnny got into a serious road accident 2 weeks ago.
i'd really wanna tell you about it. but u'll only get more paranoid.
and put me in a box.

ianb

1. try not to get your heart broken.
2. dont be made the loser.


life advice. from me to me.
sorry she chose me. sorry he chose me.
u still got your pail.

3rods < one net. forever.


nice boys.

reading people

here's why i dont life's insecurities.
and why i be sure to banish mine. they can be. they're not unique nor special. they're like luggage u carry around.

i can see them. whoever u are. whereever and whatever u do.
when people speak, i dont listen to the content.
the content is really what they want u to hear.
the delivery and the way sentences are put together subconsciously is where the real person is. no where else.


i wish somebody could read me and whatever insecurities i might have. as much as i enjoy a good wave of freshness once in awhile when someone does. but nobody's really gotten it.
i am pretty decent at it. im hoping someone out there can read me like a book.
might be fun.

so many things, so little time.

i remember i told you i'm really lucky to have met really great people in my life.
hope you got the hint from across the table.

it was fun. like wheeeeeeeeeeee.




but as with life. things level out. and the sudden knowledge i have a presentation tmr really killed my spirits. i guess i'll milk the good times for what its worth. and ride the less good times out without taking too much damage. hopefully it'll serve me well.

here's the deal.

im trying.
u're trying. we all do.
from mother theresa to bill gates to the uncle at the koptitiam.

we're a clueless bunch.
thats all there is to life.
people are clueless. but we try.

starting with myself. im not gonna look at people and say he knows thisthisthis and he's the go-to person for it.
people try and people succeed to a certain extent. you get credit for that. but for me. he wont know whats good for me. so its about time to stop overstating their importance.
their there. good. hi.


we all create worlds we live in. and naturally we succeed because the boundaries were set by ourselves. i think i've done enough in self made worlds. its time to break out and start living in the world. the real one.