Silent Tears

My maid just left. Just JUST left.

I came home today and played frisbee with her in the garden. Our last game together. We had fun, mocking each other, bragging about our 'skills'. Pfft. SKILLS, kononnya. I was pretty sure i wouldnt cry. I dont know why, but i just felt, well...stronger? It was a good game. Later i took a nap and by the time i woke up, it was time for my piano class which i totally forgot about.

Dad came home and it was time for her to leave. I immediatly got up of the chair and hugged her. The inevitable came. I didnt want to cry, i tried to force my tears back, but my emotions got the best of me. Both our eyes watered as we took a long look at each others misty eyes. We went upstairs for i had something to give her and she went hugging my sisters. Tears fell onto my cheeks and later she went down. I dont know why, but i didnt want to follow. I couldnt. It was hard as it was. I just DIDNT want to see her leave. it was just too hard. Too painful.

I called out to her. 'Bye Nelci'. Like i always do everytime before i leave the house. Only it wasnt ME leaving. It was her. My voice was all shaky and i couldnt stand it. I sat down on the piano chair and continued playing. She didnt even bother to look back. I guess she couldnt bring herself to too. It was too hard. Too heartbreaking. She mumbled bye and left, putting her jacket in front of her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. I guess she was also desperately trying to stop. I played the piano, trying to focus and get the sadness out of me. tears kept flowing anyway. I played and cried.

Wonder what it looked like to my teacher. still crying now. STILL crying. Im gonna miss her so much. Hell, I miss her already. Partings were never easy. I don know why but im the only one crying. Guess i just grew too attached. im gonna miss her so. I dont wanna believe this is happening....

Just wanna stop crying. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.Stop.STop.Stop.Stop.StoP . Stop Stop. Stop.

Silent Tears.

I pray that she'll always be well.

Way Away

Yesterday during the sleepover, something overcame ALL of us. All of us meaning, Bren, sara, karen and I. Okay fine, maybe not so much of brenda as she didn't want to be involved...cuz she was surely going to turn out to be the victim anyway. With Karen as my team mate.

Butt Whacking Sensation.



OMG. No that sounds so...Ugh. Sensation!?!?! i mean, Butt Whacking Fits. wait. That doesnt suit it. Fits. FITS!?! Butt Whacking Episodes, then? no no...

BUTT WHACKING CRAZE


Yes thats it, thats what over came all of us, and also the little case of being obssesed with the camera, wanting to steal each others lime light, or at least get INTO the picture too. Random pics were taken and i bet we have 100+ of them now.

We attempted to make meringues and failed miserably 4 times. IT WAS THE OVENS FAULT! I SWEAR! you;ve just GOT TO believe me. I speak nothing but the truth!! Sara went into deep slumber at around 3 something, and brenda at 4 something which left karena dn I chatting away till 6 in the morning, till our painful, tired eyes got the best of us and made us cave in.

The sleepover so rocked. Wanna do it again sometime soon. Hanging out with my besties~~ something should be done more often.

A day at work

Dad asked me to help him in his office today. If given a choice, i would've said no- Sadly, i wasnt so fortunate.

There i was, riding in the car to work- sensing impending doom. I AM pretty psychic. SO anyway. just as i got down the car, i saw this really HOT guy in his mid twenties with his sporty, flashy RED car. He ran his RIGHT hand through his hair. looked like a GOD under the sun. I have no idea WHY, but he turned to wink at me and surprisingly i WASNT shocked. I smiled at him and glanced at dad. GOOD. he was still busy wearing his socks. I sprinted to the GOD-like guy and jumped into his car, literally, it wasnt hooded. It was like we were telephatic or something! he immediatly knew i wanted to get away and started driving off. A day of surprises and spontanousy <-- if there is even such a word. The sun was blazing down on my face and my pimples started to pop...one by one, resulting my face to be flawless. I know that sounds disgusting..POPING, but hey! flawless skin! i aint complaining. The day was prefect. I was IN a FLASHY SPORTS CAR, with a GOD-LIKE GUY and my face was flawless. Life couldnt get better.

Yea, yea, i exaggerated SO much that you ALL know that could not have possibly happened. Fine.

Truth is, i DID see this GOD-LIKE guy when i got downt he car, but he was some worker guy carrying a ladder. HEY! he DID look good, with the sweat and all. I WANTED to make a run for it, but i knew better than to do so. Besides, im a good kid, a good daughter, i WOULD help dad. he needed me. Sorting out the papers were annoying, and everytime i took a break to read the storybook i brought, my dad would NAAGG me to go on with the work. Later, i had to do FILING. Had to walk ALL THE WAY to the room DOWN the hallway to get the file, go back to the office and file the darn papers, then put the file back, GRAB ANOTHER file and continue filing. I have to admit, everytime i opened the door, i half expected a ghost to scare me. i was alone and i was scared. What do you expect?!?! The strange thing is, everytime after i enter the room, i suddenly have this longing to stay inside. It felt so homey, and hey! some store downstairs was playing eminem and linkin park really loud. Soon, that was the place i went to seek refuge from all that tough FILING.

stood there and danced on the spot. Thank God no one was there to see. i would completely DIE if anyone was there. Golly. In the end, i didnt finish with the filing, have another half to tend to. Dad wants me to go back there and finish with what i started on wed. I DONT WANNA!!!!! im gonna DIE i tell you. DIEEE!! Lord have mercy on my poor soul. Oh anyway, this woman working there, shes pretty nice, but there was this time when she went like ' the computer has GAMES, you can play them if you get tired.'

I bet she expected me to go all BUG EYED and teary eyed on her, kneeling down on her feet and maybe going all THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to her. Well geee, sorry, no such response. I mean, who awnted to play spider solitaire all day anyway? and there was only ONE game, hon, not GAMES. Im just being mean, ignore my insolence. All in all, it wasnt such a bad day, and surprisingly, i wasnt that bored. Maybe a little bit at times, but hardly. Scared? everytime i opened the damn door. Thats it. and guess what? i was rewarded with CHEESY WEDGES!! YAY!!! sudden craving for it over the weeks. FINALLY! SWEEEEET JOY!!! SWEEET SWEEEET JOY!!!!

I still wish that the day i made up would've happened though. Guy of my dreams, dream car, and flawless skin. Darn. The dream was nice when it lasted.

random

well, someone snet me this mail asking what i thought of her. So i replied it.

One of the questions was pretty weird. it went like.

What would your last comment to me be if im dying right there and then?

so i answered.

Put in a good word for me whan you reach heaven.

hahahaa...darn, that was hilarious. I'll edit this post when i have the time. I mean, its too short!! and i for one dont like short posts!! gonna make it longer tomorrow or something.

Fine, i admit, i'll be cheating. But yeaa... hahaa TTFN.

Depressed

People and their problems. Me and mine. No one gives a shit anyway.

Im so sick of being the shadow, being blocked up by all that sunshine.

So sick of being the follower. Always taking orders, always just tagging along behind.

So sick of being so transparent. Being so invisible to everyone.

Blending in the background. Being a freaking wallpaper. Unnoticable.

Another day in these shoes. Im just so tired now.

Dont leave me

My maid is leaving in another two more weeks. She wants to go home and find herself a husband...get married, have kids i guess. Its so heartbreaking. I've grown so fond of her now, i just cant imagine NOT having her around.

The little things she does for me is forever embedded in my mind.

- A heavy downpour accompanied by lightning and thunder. Im scared of those...oh boy. Yes i am. Im up in my room, all alone, lights outside are all off-ed. WHO FREAKING OFF THOSE LIGHTS TO BEGIN WITH!?! im look around me. No..no sign of..*shudder* i shout for her name, practically screaming for her. No reply. So sue me man, i was SCARED!! i sit there, half pissed and half terrified, and decide to hug my pillow, gather up whatever courage i have left and make my way downstairs. Once downstairs, i call for her again. There she is, my maid. I sigh- what a relief. Im not alone. And then i start scolding her for not returning my calls. She understands. She knows that i was scared. Of all people, SHE knows. Then i go to seek refuge in her room, take up some cross-stitching strings and start making braclets while talking to her.

- Another frustrating day in school. Another problem with my friends or family. Another depressing day. She is always there to listen. There to hear me out. There to share her stories. There to comfort. I thank her for that. SHe's such a sweetheart.

- Im home alone. Everyones out. Im scared. I dont like the night. I dont like to be alone. I turn on the TV, hoping the noise of the tv can drown out my stupid thoughts. Imgination of the supernatural. Darn. I call out to her, and shes there. She sits and watches the tv with me, abandoning her duties for me. I feel better, much better.

The little things she does for me, i can never forget. Of course there are also other times, before i go out, i ask her if i look nice, other times i ask her about my hair, and then the times she accompanies me to brendas house... Shes more than a maid to me..shes a friend. A best friend. MY best friend. And having her means so much to me. 2 years sure is a hell lot of time, huh? who knew i would grow so attached? 2 more weeks and shes going to go. I cant bring myself to think of that day. Only, i have ALREADY thought of that day, and found myself in tears.

Its so hard to lose a friend. Its going to be so hard knowing i wont be able to see her face everyday. God. Now im getting emotional. Darn it.

to cut, or not to cut?

Yes. that IS the question.

My nails are now officially so friggin' LONG!! i mean, not as long as karens ones used to be last time. hers was SUPER long. The chinese teacher offered her a nail clipper in class. That was hilarious. But it was kinda sad, cuz she really loved her long nails, and she had been keeping it for a darn long time too. Aaaawww. Aaaanyway, im a self-centered little brat and this is my blog. and thats why...BACK TO THE TOPIC. BACK TO ME AND ME AND ME AND MY NAILS. Joy.

LOng nails are good for scratching my itchy-mosquito-bitten Legs. DARN YOU MINATURE BLOOD SUCKING DISGUSTING VAMPIRES!! someday i shall get you all!! just you wait!! now lets all settle down and pray for the day all mosquitos go extinct to come earlier. And hopefully we wont go extinct WITH them. Damn you mosquitos. NOW im kinda off topic. see what mosquitos can do?

My eyes are darn itchy right now. I think its cuz my fringe somehow POKED into my eye just now. The right one. and its darn annoying. dont tell me NOT to rub my eye. its darn itchy OKAY!!?! not rubbing my eyes and closin my eyes waiting for the itch to subside aint helping NOBODY. so GEEZ, lemme rub my EYE!! Darn. Still so itchy. Im afraid somehow, my darn long nails would POKE into my eye when im rubbing it. AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! i shall be blinded then. And WE dont want THAT now do we? NO WE DONT.

Conclusion. Im darn well gonna cut my nails!! not risking poking me eyes with me nails man. besides, with my long nails, i mean, i CAN make the itch go away from my legs and everything, but it starts to bleed. well, sometimes. so, i dont think i want that either. TIME FOR NAIL CUTTING!!!! lets get all enthusiastic about it. NAIL CUTTING! NAIL CUTTING! NAIL CUTTING! NAIL CUTTING! NAIL CUTTING!! man...this COULD go on forever. NAIL CUTTING! NAIL CUTTING!!!....maybe later when i go off.

Couz went home already. Darn. No more butt to whack. I went completly OFF today. Not like im not OFF everyday. But would you save me some humiliation? Thank you. You see, my couz and i played chess. And everyone KNOWS i suck at chess. But i was like thinking...what the hell, why not? so yea. It wasnt so bad when we started. at least i din die so much before he checkmated me. I only lost a castle, a bishop, a knight and uh..3 ponds? and he lost like..a knight, a bishop and 2 ponds. and i got checkmate. No. the game DID last longer than expected. i thought i was goignt o die with the first move he made. MOVING THE POND. by BOY was I wrong. at least i made it past 20 moves. That was something. Im so proud of myself.

Aaaanyway, after he checkmated me, i was like...went all hay wire. I started singing the star wars theme song and went all 'da da dum..da da dum dum dum~~' and i slowly made his troops drop dead. and then slowly picking OFF the chess board. and them laughing like an idiot.

'i dont know why!! but as soon as i started singing! they all just DIED!!'

then at the staircase, i started shaking my butt to my couz. HAHAAAA!! darn funny. Oh well, having him over was nice when it lasted. All that whacking him for fun thing was pretty FUN. and we stayed up to talk..me him and sis from 11.40 - 1.40. He was so darn tired, but all that laughing and everything kept him awake. hez my age too by the way.

NAIL CUTTING!!!!!

Baaaa~

Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?
yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for my master and one for my dame,
and one for the little boy who lives down the lane.

No. Im not racist or something..Just wanted the post to have SOMETHING to do with the title. Yes, yes, had no idea what to put for the title so came up with BAAAAAA~ random-ish as ever. Then again, i couldn't have just left it WITHOUT a title. that would make it so.....title-less and so...WEIRD. and I for ONE do NOT like weird. WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM WEIRD TO BEGIN WITH!?!?! you take that back young man!! i dont care if you're a girl. Im going with YOUNG MAN and sticking with it too. Live with it. you're now a man.

Besides, nursery rhymes brings back good memories. no wait..rewind that. There were just as many bad memories that came with those good ones. Forget it. Not gonna recall 'em. or at least, not going to CONTINUE recalling them. thoughts flooding my little mind. Ugh.

Aaaaanyway, school was pretty much the same today. Watching the basketball match was pretty fun i guess. They were all pretty cool and all. When they jump in mid air and dunk the ball in. Gosh. Its like time stops for them and everything is like in slow motion. Like you know those movies? exactly like that. Cool beyond anyones imagination. Everyone should go watch basketball some time. Its soooo cooool. Time pauses, they move...they score. and the crowd goes wild!!!*screams* Just got kinda freaked whenever the ball came 20 centimeters close to me.

Statement: All Balls are bloody jinx-ed.

Yes. I DO believe im a jinx with balls. Since young mind you. The ball has this ABILITY god-knows-how to find its way to my head. Whenever, wherever. RECALLING THE PAST.

1. i was in school, walking with my friends. The ball hit me on the head. C'MON! couldnt it pick someone else? PLUS! i was standing on the INSIDE. coincedence? i think not. and i distinctively remember the guy didnt say sorry. Kids with bad manners. Darn you!!!

2. In school again. I was there...FORCED to play a game. I was already bias against the ball then. Maybe thats why when it hit the ring and did not go in, it hit me on the head. Ouch.

3. I was in school. IT ALWAYS HAPPENS IN SCHOOL! then these guys are tossing the ball to and fro. Im just there minding my own bussiness when PONK! it hits me on the head. how did it even MANAGE to do that? maybe the guys did it on purpose. Who knows? i seriosuly doubt so though. i bet it was the DARN call. IM JINXED I TELL YOU!! JINXED!! believe me!!

4. i was in my grannys house. Chinese new year, always go back to stay there. Anyway, couz and all throwing the ball here and there...yes yes. You've guessed it. It hit me on my head. oh and guess what, it dented my dad's car too. graet ball. really great. Makes me wonder why i didnt sneak out of the room in the middle of the night and take my sweet revenge by punching a hole in it and DEFLATE it. darn. Never thought of that then.

And there are many lots and lots of times when the ball hit me on the head. INTENTIONALLY. the ball has a mind. Do not underestimate it. i repeat. BALLS ARE NOT TO BE UNDERESTIMATED. espeacialy BASKETBALLS. BASKETBALLS ARE OUT TO KILL. beeewaaaaareeeeeeee....

Anyway, todays matches were really cool. and NO. no ball managed to hit me. FINALLY.

Bubu

The beginning of this day, today...however you put it...was utterly stupid. You have no idea. I dont CARE if you THINK you have an idea, or you actually HAVE an idea. I just like to begin my post with that. CRIME!?!! NO. so no suing me. Too bad. Boo-hoo to you.

Enough with the mean-arsi-ness. Not here to be mean. Just here to state the facts and the actual factual truth of what happend on this dreaful morning.

The skies- were blue. My pinafore- was blue. My shoes- werent blue. But thats way off. this has absolutely NOTHING to do with either the SKIES, my PINAFORE, NOR my perfect (if i do say so myself) shoes. It was an ALMOST great beginning of the day. Until the first bad thing happened. I put on these pair of shorts. (i always wear shorts under my pinafore. Dont want to be flaunting and showing my panties to anyone, anywhere in school. Thank you very much.) So anyway, i put it on, and i realised the stain of where the COCOON was attached to was STILL THERE from the other morning. i bet my maid didnt wash the darn thing.

I tell you. i was about to scream. No wait. I am mroe of someone who can keep their composure at a time like this, and someone who would scream if someone sneaked up from the back and shouted in my ear...no wait, in my case, you can also BE VISIBLE and just scream all of a sudden and i'll scream too. Ask bryan. He knows. MUSHROOM HEAD!!

Thats completly irrevelant. So i quickly REMOVED that darn SHORTS with that DISGUSTING stain and immediatly THREW. YES threw it on the floor and grabbed myself a pair of bloody red shorts which, mind you, i DONT fancy. as soon as i put that on, a stomach ache paid me a visit. HOW NICE. just as it was running late. After everything, we left to brens house to pick her up. and guess what she wasnt there. my dad horned and horned and horned and after FIVE minutes, her maid came out to tell us she had already left. i was practically screaming bloody murder in my head. COULDNT HER MAID BE THERE EARLIER!?!? GEEZ!!!!

so we arrived at school...at 7.40. The lastest pair to arrive. (me and sis) got our names copied, and made stand in front of the office which a bunch of other kids who were late numerous, uncountable (yes i am exxagerating, cant you tell?) times. En Lian made us stand opposite each other, and we looked like this two lines of soldiers waiting the arrival of HIS royal magesty. Whoever HE is. i found that humorous. I FELT humorous. The first teacher walked passed, and i soluted, just for the fun of it. Thank God she didnt see. Wouldn't have been surprised if she suddenly quoted the queen of hearts and yelled 'OFF WITH HER HEAD!!'. the whole darn morning was practically comical if you think about it. Why not?

so anyway, my sis had to stand for one period, and me, 2. She left after that period, adn so did most of the other girls, who by the way, werent supposed to leave. BAD girls. En wee came out and asked us (the remaining girls..the guys alter) to get in the office. he slowly ran through us and gave us all this slip. there were only FOUR of us left. when there was suppsoed to be like SEVEN. aaaanyway, when it was my turn...okay i'll just show you the conversation i had with him.

'uh...number 11, Ng Li May.' I point at the book.
'1,2,3,4,5,6,7. You have to stand for 2 periods.' and i was standing there thinking.
*wow, he can cuont. AMAZING. YES, i was being sarcastic. DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING HERE?!?!*

'teacher. I have activities to attend to. I have PAID, am I SUPPOSED to MISS it? i DID pay money you know.'
'you can go.'
I look at him incredeluosly. Just outside when we arrived at the office, i had asked the prefect on duty and guess what his response was? 'I dont care.' Bloody hell. I HAD ALREADY MISSED ONE WHOLE FREAKING CHUNK OF THE BAKING WORKSHOP DAMMIT!

'but the prefect said i couldnt!! he wouldnt let me go!!'
'what? you can go.' and he hands me a slip that he just written.

*this is when the stupid part comes in, when i act all STUPID*

'what is the slip for? am i supposed to TAKE it?'
'yes.'
'what am i supposed to DO with it?'
i was like thinking i had to come back and REDEEM myself. like TAKE MY PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN. (not literally)

'YOU GIVE IT TO YOUR TEACHER LA!'
and he gave me this DUH look. *i didnt know teachers sould DO that.*

'okay, yea, BYE TEACHER!'

and i left gaily...and then...started climbing stairs, looking for bren who was SUPPOSED to be here already. i went up to the TOPMOST floor and down again for 3 times and finally gave up. sweaty and all. i felt STICKY. and my legs felt like it was gonna break any second now. like i was gonna crumble. like i was all of a sudden a crippled person. Naaaah...just saying. Not to be taken seriously. so in the end, i settled down upstairs with eu chern.

He was kinda down, and so we took a stroll...and i went down and UP AGAIN for the 4th time. I was killing my legs slowly. *killing me softly with his song* the song is now playing in my head. Dammit. right this moment as im writing the post. serious. Forget it. anyway, all of a sudden, after like a very logn time of walking, i bang into bren and sp and bryan and teryi. apparently bren only came to school at EIGHT something. HER MAID passed me the WRONG information. i was looking for someone who wasnt there yet. Great. Great. Just GREAT.

all those sweat for nothing. atleast it was a good workout. Terrible morning. Thank God the day got better. and better. Much better.

PMR over~!!

PMR is officially over. Truth is, i barely felt like it was HERE. Like passing wind, just came and go like that. No feeling whatsoever. Weird? Dont start. You have no idea. Aaaaanyway, during the geo paper, i got so bored and started scribbling stuff. Kinda sadistic and funny in a way..hahaa. well i think so. You take a look and judge for yourself.

Living Yet Another Day In These Shoes.

*whirr*

She fell, he followed.
stupid scum, he should've let me die alone.

'you know you dont mean that.'

She smiled, he laughed. She didn't after all.

*whirrr*

His lop-sided smile could send her heart soaring.
A smile can kill.

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*whirr*

He swore, she smirked.

'i like it when you're mad at me.'

And then he stabbed her.

'okay, THAT was unexpected' *dies*

*whirrrr*

I will never leave you.

'never?'

NEVER.

She was buried alive with him on his coffin the day he past away.

- lesson learnt. Never say Never. <--- IRONIC!!

*whirrrr*

I didn't love her. But...
The day she went away, she took my heart away.


Literally.

*whirrr*

I didnt jump off a building. I swear.
The wind pushed me.

'LIAR'

'HEY!! you ruined my moment!!' *trails off*

*whirrr*

The sadist and her dead pet dog. 'there there, it wont be long now.' O.O

*whiiirrrrrr*

He claimed dying was painful.

She said watchig him die and knowing he would never be back EVER was more painful.

'well, the knife surely hurt.' *shrug*

*whirrrrr*

'Eliza! did you wee in your pants AGAIN?'
'No mum, it was Sandra!'
'Then why are your pants wet and not hers?'
'She wee-d on mine.'

*shakes head...Laughs histerically*

'Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?'
'well...Do you know how serious i am?'

*gasp* ..... Speechless.

*whirrrrr*

The flowers shed their petals,
The stems shed their leaves....


and the humans- shed their blood.

*whhiiiiirrrr*

To discover, to learn, to then fear, and then- die.

*whiiiirrrrr*

Thats all that was on my geo paper. Call me weird or whatever. I WAS BORED MAN!!! HELLO!!!! On my kh paper which i had to sadly pass up to the teacher, i kinda came up with a plot, on how this girl could see how, when and where people die just by looking at them. People used to call it a gift, until it got all freaky cuz she din help them but only told them how they were gonan die and stuff like that. In the end, She was the only one left in the village and it was like...

She had no one else but herself to see...
She smiled a crooked smile and then slit her throat.

There and then. Why? well, she wasnt here to tell anyone. So...i guess it will forever remain as a secret. *song plays*

The starting was like ... 'She saw Blood everywhere she turned.'

It is kinda sadistic too, but kinda cool in a way. Well, i thought the plot was cool. I cant remmeber all of it though, cuz i mean, PMR= over, din really bother. Darn, they HAD to collect that paper. Haih. would've typed it all out for you guys. Sad.

AAAAAAnnnnyway, after PMR, we all went to MV. it was fun and all, watched SKELETON KEY. which is not really scary whatsoever. the ending was cool. You people should go watch. recommended by ME! heh. bought jensen his bday pressie. As today IS his bday. hahaa...

saw these two girls from school. I dont talk to them and they dont talk to me. We just well know each other exist. and then...i was in my CRAZY mode.. They were one floor down, and i stood there and WAVED to them. dramatically. WAVED. BIG gestures! big big BIG gestures! and then they were both like looking at me questioningly and probably debating whether or not to wave back. and then, one of them DID, kidna like...questioningly WAVED back. an awkward wave. but it was darn funny, eu chern, jensen. jeff and I laughed our heads off. Or maybe it was just me and eu chern..hahaa..

the girls were like busy buying the pressie for jensen so they din see. I was in charge of LURING him away. As if he din already figure out we bought him a present anyway. *groan*

all in all, im just so glad PMR is over, even if i din really realise it was here.

Buttons

Its kinda weird when I think about it. I dont like buttons. I detest BUTTONS. the word does sound nice, i admit that much. SERIOUS! i could go on saying the word BUTTON the whole freaking day. its THAT nice to say. wait...you should know that yourself. TRY IT! buuutttooonsss...

Now say it really REALLY fast. like button button button button button button button button..TBC.

I used to like buttons when i was younger, there were a lot in my mums needle workbox. and i used to take 'em out and play with 'em. The gold ones, the ones with engraved patterns, the lil plain ones etc. They were nice and ROUND and..okay so some were squarish but most were round anyway. I dont know what happened, but one day i just suddenly started hating buttons. HATING THEM as in refusing to wear ANYTHING that containted buttons.

Which brings me pondering on this question.....Why do i wear the school uniform?

i mean, it bloody well ahs buttons on it..so yea!! i think cuz im forced to and have no other choice...other than that, you dont see no buttony things in my closet. I dont have BUTTON phobia. i just well, dont really like buttons. Hell, dont ask why. I just dont, no reason whatsoever. so sue me. Its kinda weird, to like it at one moment and to hate it another. Oh well. thats me i guess. Weird and all. Naaaah, i give myself WAY too much credit. LoL.

Aaaaanyway, i know there MUST be a name for BUTTON phobia...i mean, they ahve names for weird phobias like...

Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.]
Barophobia- Fear of gravity
Basophobia- Fear of walking
Bibliophobia- Fear of books
Cathisophobia- Fear of sitting
Chaetophobia- Fear of hair
Chromatophobia- Fear of colors
Cibophobia- Fear of food
Dendrophobia- Fear of trees
Eleutherophobia- Fear of freedom
Eosophobia- Fear of daylight
Epistemophobia- Fear of knowledge
Geliophobia- Fear of laughter
Geniophobia- Fear of chins
Genuphobia- Fear of knees
Graphophobia- Fear of writing
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words
Ideophobia- Fear of ideas
Kainophobia- Fear of anything new
Logophobia- Fear of words
Melophobia- Fear of music
Octophobia- Fear of the number 8
Ommetaphobia- Fear of eyes
Panophobia- Fear of everything
Papyrophobia- Fear of paper
Paraskavedekatriaphobia- Fear of Friday the 13th
Peladophobia- Fear of bald people
Sophophobia- Fear of learning
Selenophobia- Fear of the moon
Siderophobia- Fear of stars
Triskadekaphobia- Fear of the number 13
Verbophobia- Fear of words
Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow

So, i conclude that, since there are so many weird phobias, BUTTONS should have a name too. Whether or not its been already created, im craeting ONE anyway.

Buttoniophobia- fear of buttons

Pronounced as Boo-ton-nio-fo-bia

YAY! NEW WORD CREATED! NEW WORD FOUND! NEW WORD ADDED TO DICTIONARY!
oh shut up.

Bday Pics!


my cake!! CHOCOLATE SO ROCKS MAN! Posted by Picasa


me and my maid..hah Posted by Picasa


sisters and I...pictures taken on me birthdaaaay Posted by Picasa


Family Pic Posted by Picasa


hahaa...making a face. LOL...Bleeeh..i know i look stupid..^^" Posted by Picasa


AAAAAAAH!!! EE ALERT!!!! Posted by Picasa


me and mum. any resemblence? Posted by Picasa


the glass deco i did!! Posted by Picasa

Birthday


From me pet bro, piggu butt wei khai (yengy is not a cool word). The pink underwear belongs to jeff, according to him. MAN! this might not be the best work of art i've ever seen, but it sure made me crack into fits of laughter. LOL.. Posted by Picasa


this is from ks...another one of his superb photoshop pics. thanks! Posted by Picasa

Birdiee and me daaay


Baby bird that couldnt fly. I put it on a bench and started taking pics with it!! and then brought it around the house and made it take pics with random stuff. Maid freaked me out when she said if i brought it here and there it'll die of fear. O.O so i put it down on the bench and it jumped to the floor. It'll be weird of it died in my hands. Ugh. wouldn't wanna live knowing i killed a bird...AAAAH!!!! the bird dont know how lucky it is. Such homour to be taking pics with the birthday girl. hahaa Posted by Picasa


LOOK! with the buddha statues!! WOOOTT!! Posted by Picasa


lets play CHESS!! Posted by Picasa


diff angle! move the pond!! Posted by Picasa


can you see it? hahaa Posted by Picasa


blurness. mums fault. hahaa...spastic li may and blur blob of bird! O.O Posted by Picasa


me and birdie on me hand. I look retarded. SO what?? hahaa Posted by Picasa


ON MY HAND!! WOOOOOT Posted by Picasa

cool

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Deviant art. This is so cool. Agree? Posted by Picasa


WootZ!! this so rocks! Posted by Picasa


another one Posted by Picasa


THIS SO ROCKS!! illusion! sent by bryan!! moev your eyes and the pic moves with you. Whoa... Posted by Picasa


This is cool too! painting man! Posted by Picasa

card


Woooooot~~ the card i made for my former ballet teacher, Miss Mak using glass deco!! Posted by Picasa


now with sepia tone and cartoon + film grain. WOOTZZ!!! Posted by Picasa


with only cartoon effect. Whoa!! CHUNTED MAN! Posted by Picasa


the INside! Posted by Picasa


with sepia tone, cartoon and film grain effect! YEA MAN! Posted by Picasa