it is just too hard..

to explain the words you didn't mean them.

to find someone to be there for you all the time.

to believe that promises are true.

i'll just die alone, most probably.

some said i am hit by quarter life crisis

i am the most boring person in the whole universe.

yes i am and this track record is almost unbeatable.

if Guinness World Records or Ripley's Believe or Not! ever recognise dullness as one of the human achievement or extreme, hell i will break the record like a flying kite.

favouritism

it shouldn't too obvious even everyone has their own preferences.

weird

it is just plain weird.

i've been having weird dreams associating with long forgotten people i barely give a flying kite.

it is just so weird that this fella just kept appearing in my dreams everyday doing and talking about weird things.

it is just so plain weird.

this is a plain weird entry.

sydney . st.mary cathedral

i'll see you, this winter?



st. mary cathedral from hyde park




i don't know architecture, what i can say is it is breathtakingly amazing




 
 carvings



 
trying to take an  artsy fartsy picture

hey look, i love to show you my drunk ass face!

life is painfully boring without stalking.

balls commented that i need to stop stalking people and find something better to do.

come to think about it, is it even my fault to make stalking my favourite time-passing activity. damn, everyone now is like an exhibitionist. the best thing is that these exhibitionists are not even close to an amateur, every single minute they are plotting the best ways to whore themselves, like:-


posting pictures of their drunk faces on facebook.
sharing updates like they bought a brand new bag,  pair of shoes, getting a new ink or some stupid conquest.
tweetering about the time they saw a cockroach beside their bed.
boasting about the amount of they spent on a dinner and heck, some even showed the receipt trying to prove to all of their friends that they can spend more than you can imagine.

not  to mention other random blogs sharing stories like how powerful their sexual partner can be and the number of times they had sex in one night. some even go to the extent elaborating the number of thrusts.


how can i not be fun stalking these exhibitionists screaming and moaning over their oh-big-deal-snippets of life? can you blame me for developing such an unhealthy liking given almost everyone around me are deliberately practicing this behaviour just to attract my attention?

afterall being graced with public attention is their ultimate purpose. i am just doing a kind act by showering these exhibitionists with tremendous interest.

sometimes i do feel that i am so lucky to live in this generation, with the existence of the internet. this just make stalking right.

boooooooooooo!

good news is, i am not dead.

i stop blogging because i've been religiously watching house whenever i have time.

damn, it is addictive.

in case you are wondering why am i still awake at this god damn hour.

yes, it is all house's fault.

i may be dead very soon

if there is no new entry up in the next three weeks, i may be dead.

or perhaps on the verge of barely surviving.

so everyone, you can make a difference by sending me a text message, or buzz me in msn, or the better, ask me out for breakfast / lunch  or dinner.

or if you really love me, you can schedule a massage session for me.

please do these before everything is too late.

bahhhh...

i am always making my own plans

my heart sinks whenever i heard statements like you could be happier if you were in other places.

i am jealous of how other people and places can make you happier. so bitter that the places and the people don't have to give up a single thing to fit in your future plans.

i would like to be part of the plan too, but i am always not in the picture.

would you include me when you are paving your own ways? i am willing to include you in many chapters of my life, if you ever want to?

firecrackers were banging sounds of prosperity outside my window marking the end of the chinese new year. i . should . be . in . the . cheerio . mood .like things always meant to.

i should be.

the amazing race asia 4 is driving me crazy!

ditto.

sky god prease prease give your blessing. me ah lian want this ploglamme to run well.

tenkyu.

i am celebrating valentine' s day, birthday and chinese new year all together this year

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET MY HANDS ON YOU AND MY PAIR OF SLIPPERS AH!!! 

FOR THOSE WHO ARE STILL THINKING OF WHAT PRESENT YOU SHOULD BUY FOR ME. 

SIMPLE. JUST GET ME A SET OF SKII TO MAKE SURE THAT MY SKIN IS STILL AS SMOOTH AS VSII AFTER I HAVE BEEN LIVING A QUARTER OF A CENTURY.

THANK YOU.

i slept too early and am now awake at this ungodly hour

bah, the lesson is not to sleep too early. 

xxxxxxxxxxx

Hi Hwei,

I am delighted to let you know that your submitted photo
has been selected for inclusion in the newly released tenth
edition of our Schmap Sydney Guide:

Sydney Fish Market
http://www.schmap.com/sydney/tours_tour3/p=43141/i=43141_70.jpg

If you use an iPhone or iPod touch, then this same link
will take you directly to your photo in the iPhone version
of our guide. On a desktop computer, you can still see
exactly how your photo is displayed and credited in the
iPhone version of our guide at:

Sydney Fish Market
http://www.schmap.com/?m=iphone#uid=sydney&sid=tours_tour3&p=43141&i=43141_70

Thanks so much for letting us include your photo - please
enjoy the guide!

Best regards,

Fiona S. Hughes
Editor, Schmap Guides


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hi fiona, i am delighted too!

however, i am still in the midst of wondering of all the photos i posted, why on earth they chose this. if you look closely to it, there are rain beads on the windscreen and a super obvious road tax.

hope the travellers won't be cursing at my photo while they are schmaping for fish market.well well, blame the rainy days  not me!

looking at this photo makes me miss sydney, cold rocks, the super huge fish balls, the ever fresh salmon and trunky more.  can't wait to go back again.

bah, i hope i can continue my sleep.

oh well, it's not that bad after all

things went out of hand a week ago. the expectation and neediness for affection, also the urge to make things right crumbled my defense system. like a total crash.

i was a goner, physically and mentally.

oh well, at least i am alright now.just like a cliche. i guess you have to go through a series of gruesome torments in order to recognise what you nearly missed. can't say i am totally tame with what i have now, at least the situation is getting better.

on another note, i had my appraisal today. the package balls offered me was a good one. i am fairly happy with it, especially with the long holidays i will be having in july. hope that i don't have to sell my soul over the entitlements i settled with. come to think about it, i would actually sell my soul for the benefits i am entitled with.

ok. until the next time. thank you. bye.

i am thinking hard

that some day i want to go back to studies.

i am really missing the days where i can skip any classes whenever the weather is shitty, i am feeling sleepy or i am physically and mentally deranged.

i think the thing that i missed the most was the long night crappy chats, the porn sessions and the serious talks on our unweavering dreams.

i miss everything when i was in uni when i can't live like any now.

i miss my life, back then.

now you can whore yourself to the ultimate level

i am no pro, but  i can't stand photos which are:-


BLUR
PIXELISE
OUT OF FOCUS
EVERY PHOTO ON THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF THE SCENERY


for eff sake,  you can find all these photos in facebook.