Everything I need is You
My beginning, my forever
Everything I need is You

for once, in the longest time.

why do people analyise why life is like this, or analyise the reasons society is like this, even though it doesn't corncern them?

it's too easy too judge others, but i think, if i were really in those circumstances, i could just have made shitty decision as well. that's life man, just take a whack at it. why ask so much?

laugh of the day, somewhere down bugis

LOL.

*Chunky* reJOYCEs says: (2:44:08 PM)
hows yours coming along?

cheryl. le gâteau de chocolat says: (2:45:51 PM)
lol, well, i watched a movie this morning, and then an episode of desperate housewives then i went to sleep

*Chunky* reJOYCEs says: (2:46:20 PM)
hahahaha!

*Chunky* reJOYCEs says: (2:46:29 PM)
mine was more straightforward

*Chunky* reJOYCEs says: (2:46:40 PM)
sleep straight till 1pm


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we're all at that part of the semester you know. ah ha! also the only part where you geeky design undergrads writing at the library. haha, well at least i'm down to my final section now and way over the word limit.

but somewhere in between before this section i went to play, and i have this beautiful riff playing in my mind, but i can quiet piece in all the chords, and i can't remember which song it came from. urrgggh. i really ought to learn funny chords, like those shawn plays. lol, they fit in amazingly. but first i need to get my 7&9s right. i keep mixing the two.

CHERYL GO AND FINISH YOUR ESSAY, PFFFT!

oh my has it hit you yet? it's the last week of school (: (: (:
next week's "fleamarket" week, if anyone actually does want to sell their work, but why on earth would anyone do that? unless of course like someone makes a fantabulous offer, or of it rains ice cream (: which would be awesome.

heyy (: lol, it's been a ritual every sunday to go out for lunch and hang out, but we got bored of simply hanging out, we've like been to all the places and malls for lunch/movies/games and all things typical, there is to do in this small country.

so after our usual lunch(we went to great world with matt, lol our default driver), then we came all the way back to bake brownies (: lol, even though it looks iky thanks to ash, it taste superbly yummy (:

so, the chefs of the day, present you "le gâteau de chocolat"

we only took pictures during the later part, the prior part is the secret recipe. heh (:

and ash being ash, just HAD TO.

BONJOVI!!


very messy , HIM.

ash pouring our chocolate dressing.

check out the irregular-ness of the cake's edges.

our pretty pretty cake.

"go get me my poking stick. its THERE."

alas! its baked!

hur hur, it was so funnn (: and we came up with a mini to do list, so that sundays won't be boring anymore.

we can :
1. go to botanical gardens for a picnic & play baseball(with ash's old mits)
2. ice skating (we would have said played ice hockey if it was allowed here)
3. not go out for lunch! stay home and cook pizzas and pasta.(like thoes from dapalo)
4. go pooling (when ash turns 16, lol)
5. bowling competition (ash wants to vs celz)
6. mini bbq & camping on nic's rooftop.

oh and i very much want to go by clark quay and do the river walk (: and , don't you think it'll be cool to go kite flying, yeah and cycling againat east coast (oh and btw, matt was the one who taught me to cycle), and lol, christmas shopping together! and and jam together, for fun though, no worship practise, and and go to haggen dazs for the fondue again (: the last unplanned one we had at the esplanade cos the EIC gig got cancelled turned out to be quite a night (:

now all we have to do is wait for clar & nic to be done with exams

Joseph Nicéphore Niépce.
View from the Window at Le Gras.
ca1826.

the world's first photograph, photography has come a long way eh'

my latest theme, rock and roll has got me doing unusual things.

like wanting to go to centrepoint, just to check out a toystore, which i remember as the one i used to go to as a kid, and man, that was donkaye years ago, it surprises me to even think or remember that that store has material i want, and lol, who knows, the last time i went there was donkaye years ago, it might not even still be there. but i went there on impulse, and lol, true enough, i got it (: you know, centrepoint is really underated, it actually has a lot of stuff, like coffee bean, macs, party r us, home fix, mango, tangs co., times, gramophone, cold storage, it's just as good as any other mall. and yeah, classy in it's own way too, i love the way the tiles are all white, and the escalators are gold.

and also playing tracks from, elvis presley, bob dylan, barry white, the beatles, rolling stones & guns and roses. (: and im hooked on, espically this,

it was long ago,
seems like a dream.
the day I sucked the air
from a bottle of whipped cream
and i got real high
and things got real slow
and i started talking like this
what's going on?
i don't know
and then i sold my car
for a Greatful Dead ticket
my dad yelled at me
and he grounded me
and he said i was a dick,
it was the worst day of my life
and i'll never forget
but the very next day
I was doing bong hits
in the back of my friend's chevy
so don't tell me
we're winning the war on drugs
cause drugs are like a bog ol' can of ree
and you're all little bugs
and don't tell me
to not get high
cause i'm as low as i can get
without kissing your ass
and blowing you at the same time

man, don't tell me about love and peace
or that the Joneses have a handgun
pointed at me
don't tell me to just say no
i'm an addict, i say don't let me go
whatever happened to sex drugs n' rock n' roll?
now we just have AIDS crack and techno

so they busted me
so i say "fuck them up"
for selling dope
and i went to jail
and i wasn't forgiven
like that little fucker who shot the pope
and he said i had the right to remain silent
and they couldn't explain
but i didn't resist
and i was invited
cuz all i ever wanted was the right to remain
and they questionned me
yeah, they asked me "why?"
and i said "fuck off"
i want the rest to be shot
for selling pot
it's just my little way of saying "high"
now my record's all fucked up
now two times a week
they make me piss in a cup
well what i want to do
is piss down their throats

okay, here's the sensitive part
they told me
it's time to change
cause our parents had
Hendrix, Janice and Jim
but what about
River Phoenix and Curt Cobain
and they told me
to praise the lord
but i've been waiting for so long
for him to call me back
i think i'm gonna go pray
at Betty Ford
and they told me
that life was fair
i can't smoke a plant that was made by God
but i can kill my wife if i'm a football player
and they told me,
they told me to just ignore
but i'd rather smoke crack
outta Nancy Reagan's skull
while gettin' a blowjob
from (incomprehensible name)

it's damn funny.

poster collaboration with the artsy people.

hello. my mum is plaing neopets. byee.

hahaa, i was just thinking how happy i am while working (: everyone says we work there because of the people, even though the pay is little. and hurrr, dino and i were competiting to see who could refill the salt and pepper holders the fastest. hurrr, he won, but! i let him alright, i was being nice, and let him take the salt, because he kept sneezing at the pepper.

and man, it was damn funny, when the chef and i were joking that i was thirsty so i kept asking for the brown sauce of our infamous pork knuckle.

argh, im only in the mood for one song, but itunes keep closing on me when i playing it. grrr.

you know, it scares me to even call myself an undergrad. knowing that in a couple of years time, i'll be finishing my teitary studies. AND it's even scarier because i very well know i'll be leaving school as a graduate, not an undergrad. and sigh, it really isn't too far away, afterall time flies so fast in design school. i need to start thinking about what i want to do after that, and guee, i hardly know, the thought of working scares me, like working for real. once i start i'll never stop for decades to come. the thought of furthering my studies scares me even more, because im certain it's defintely not going to be done here, if i do that is.

how now blue cow?

hello, i don't know how many of you come back at this hour like i do, but if you do, you would realise how bad the haze has gotten. you would have also noticed that the high rise buildings would have disappeared under the smoky sky, all that's visible are the lights. it's starting to get to me, it's flippin humid outside, my eyes amd troat feel irritatingly dry, and i have a splittin' headache.

i wonder if it has something to do with my bad, i just tried to lay down my laptop on claris's head, sorry deary, i really didn't know/see you there. it's flippin dark in here.

starring out of the window from up here is kinda sxary, not because it's high up, but because it's really hazy outside, it's comparable to thoes cold misty mountains.

an unplanned visit to the library, seems like everyone else is here to write their essays. you can see stacks of books and laptops laid out all over our desks. i feel like a geeky undergrad.

when the friends are in town, the guy was kinda nice, we said it was yucky and he gave us free seaweed. lol, not that it helped.

zomg. long story.

i'm working on a shopping bag illustration now, i typed cool shopping bags in google. and these are awesome bags via emergence marketing & bitsandpieces

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.