My horny speech class

Everyone in speech class was amazingly horny today...
Well it all started with Cent who went out in front of class and said:

Cent: Today, I am going to expose Chai Chian (I so know I'm not spelling her name right)

And it ended with Desmond going up in front of class and saying..

Des: Beth has a nice body

I cannot erase that look on Jillys face. Million dollar look la.
A second later the whole class is fallin of their seats laughing.
Poor guy. He meant "body" of the speech.
He goes on and says:

Des: She had no problem with her MARBLES
Des: She shouldn't worry too much about her MARBLES

Note to the blurr ones: Everytime someone says Er or Um or any repeated words.. We drop marbles for them in speech class.

Omgla. We're a bunch of sicko's in speech class.
Perverts.
Including yours truly.

Funnyla today.

Bestfriends take 2

The night before

The morning after


Me: I'm glad this worked out
Her: I know!
Me: I was so nervous the whole day...
Her: Me too! I went to the gym and worked out like mad! Get all the nervous energy out.
Me: I'm so happy...
Her: Me too.


***
Love you loads honey.
Cheers to finally finding each other :P

Bestfriends

It’s been ages since I’ve seen my long lost best friend, Yasmin.
We’ve known each other since primary, went our own ways since high school and somehow lost contact.
And we found each other thanks to Facebook.
Oh how times have changed…

I'm quite nervous about seeing her today.
:) Happykindanervous.

If I was a jigsaw puzzle, you'd make up 3/4 of it

Save me from myself.
Talk to me, swear to me that you meant all those things you said.
Swear to me things are going to be different.
But you don't know that and you can't promise me anything.

I thought if I stuck around, you'd realize that I'm not so bad after all.
I am very much younger and maybe that's why.

I can't keep doing this.
I'm so tired of being alone on holidays and I'm just so tired of being the only one who doesn't fit into this equation.

But I do know that I'd always want you with me, even for a day. Maybe two days. One hour. Just to hold you and hear you say that you see me.
That things will change for the better.
That I'm not waiting here in vain.

I've been trying to do all sort of things.
See all sorts of people.
Feel all sorts of things.
I want to see which of these is going to make me feel better.
Make it stop hurting.
Like a cure in reverse.


Instead of medication for my disease, I am trying anything that could tell me what my problem is.

Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentines Day you.

Breathe

You let them go.
They rush out of you and into memory.
And you spend a while releasing them completely.
And sometimes you spend too long.
And then you breathe them in once more.
Or you breathe in someone new.

Or you never breathe again.

Slowly

They're just dreams.
Let go.

Let go slowly.

Updates

Okay..
I have officially finished writing my Introductory Speech..
Funny thing is, my Behind This Face Speech is still pending (although I have to present this one first).
Work in progress. :)

I'm a little lost for words for BTF Speech... Maybe it's my state of mind.
I'm finding it rather hard to define myself in a mere 2 minutes .. It's something I'm struggling to do for the past 18 years and more this past week. Now I'm supposed to bear my heart to my speech class and give them a condensed version of Behind My Face.

Well, I decided that mere things couldn't possibly define me... I'm too complex. :P
So I'm going with living, breathing, walking creatures..

Who are they? Well, that's something you'll have to find out yourself.
But here's a lil sneak preview of what I've done so far for BTF...


Lucky no 1
He is a work of art.

Like Nostradamus, He has the gift of prophecy. He knows when I've had a bad day by the way I walk into the room. He senses my arrival even before I step into his home.

He defines that fearful side of me.
I used to fear him when I was younger. I always felt that he could betray me and one day just leave me.
But those eyes that I used to fear are the very eyes that offer me warmth now.
I never imagined him being my shoulder to cry on.
But he was and still is all this and more to me.

God gave Him to me for a reason: to remind me who's boss.
Because in truth, I don't own Him; He owns me.



Lucky no 2
I took this picture of him sitting on my bed.
God was he beautiful. He is beautiful.
I never thought I could love someone so much.. But when I was around him, I felt this urge to love him and protect him.
I feel this need to be that one person he can always count on.

He defines the part of me that no one else knows.

I feel unbelievably happy when I'm in his presence.
He doesn't express himself very well with words.
But we communicate volumes without saying a single word.
He defines that part of me that no one else knows, because he is the only one I trust.

He has my heart, and I know for sure, he'll keep it safe.


***

Hm... I must polish this up.
I will.. soon enough.

***
I am actually contemplating buying that sexy MNG jacket.

Beth: Omg, I love this.
Jilly: You look damn hot.
Beth: It's 300 over bucks ...
Jilly: ...

Note to self: Must ask Miss Anna if white is okay...
...

I.want.white.MNG.jacket

Fairytales

Jilly: My boyfriend is a pig and my bestfriend is a bear.

*compliments to Zheng Hwuang for the pics*
www.iloveczh.blogspot.com

A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.

A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream

Please

I'm tired of being alone.
Someone please save me.