so ive got tickets to the blackeyedpeas concert. free standing. freaking 99bucks each. and im at home now.. how stupid right?

now ive got yellow, pink, brown, blue, purple and green hair. damn funny lah. worst than a parrot.

most prolly going to the gym tomorrow. but the distance is putting me off big time. agh.

i like the serious side of you. i like the fact that you're spoilt. i like the way you roll your eyes and grumble. i like the way you laugh,especially during the uk endurance show.

//edit edit. its freaking 10.30 now and im not asleep!!

anyway just hung up the phone with eve. we were both fighting to bitch. not literally bitching about people but sharing. lol.

there's yoga lessons tomorrow for me. but im not too sure whether im attending them cos miss low made me promise not to attend yoga lessons cos then she not only have to pray about my smoking thing, have to even pray for me and yoga. ha. but its fucking tempting... agggh!! okay. shall not give in to temptation and not even go to the gym tomorrow incase i go there and get tempted and just join in the lesson.

on a more serious note, its been freaking five months. danny lim,i miss you. everyone does. so why the fuck did you have to leave? you staying out alone in siglap was enough. the distance was already hard to bear. now you're in fucking newyork,brooklyn. tell me when will i ever see you again? do you even call? fuck,no. you think that 3 liner card for mom on mother's day was enough? there wasnt even a fucking phone call. the past few times that we actually had a conversation.. im always the one doing the calling in the middle of the night just so that i wont wake you up. and you? you're always the one telling me you're busy and you need to go.. yadayada.. will call mom soon.. blahblah. all rubbish. i guess mel kor is right. you're just escaping. just like what i do all the time. escape. so i guess its in the genes again huh. only thing, you do it big time. leave the country. leave your close friends, your family.. everything. and i fucking admire you for that cos i will never ever have the heart to give up so much. here i am on the 5th month that you've left, thinking of you and whining. and what the fuck are you doing in newyork? i dont wanna know. i would like it if you were frank with me. im not 7 kor, im freaking turning 18 this year. 5 months will soon turn into 5 years. will i see you within this 5 years? ha. stop dreaming daphne. is this family placed that lowly in your lifestyle in freaking brooklyn? do you not even have the freaking time to reply jie's emails? did jie and mom not deserve a sms/call from you sometimes? or even me whom you so dearly called, 'my little baby sister'. and yet again, my mind goes back to the few days before christmas last year. and im left in tears again. all the talks about calling and writing back. even moe received a parcel from you. and in it, containing a small lesportsac bag for mom. could you not post it over to our place with at least a note? im so sick and tired of defending you whenever jie gets upset with you when you reply her long emails with 5liners. tell me they're wrong. tell me im wrong. tell me you care. please.