the significance of saturday, 6 may 2006

austrian neurologist, sigmund freud, was born on this day 150 years ago.

british prime minister, tony blair, turns 53 on this day.

singapore student, nadia abdul samad, celebrates her 18th birthday on this blessed day.

mjc

we were photo whores on our match day at mjc. it's proven here.

birthday girl receiving her well wishes from all of us.

keiyin reading our lame messages. keke.

captain retard. and to think she represents all of us. tsk.

the girl's so lonely she resorts to kissing girls on paper. aww.

i forgot where the camera was.

we saw superman in hello kitty underwear. or was it ultraman?

yo yo. wassup?

finally. some decency.

pumping it louder. yeah baby yeah.

mjc field. where that cute boy was. :)

rafa monte carlo

rafael nadal won the monte-carlo master series yet again, defeating top seed roger federer in the final 6-2, 6-7(2), 6-3, 7-6(5). woo hoo.

ouch. mr butt man is one acrobat.

i'm such an idiot. a stupid dumb asshole. fucking bitch. bloody carelessness.

mother nature lashed out and killed my nano. and no, it can't be resuscitated.

part of me just died. tragically in the hands of an apple staff.

sinuous.

apprehensive.

mercurial.

me? maybe.

hollaback crew finals, singapore indoor stadium.

adastra working it out.

the click five!! eric dill is so cute!!

the 10 finalists.

this crazy little madness, i've ended it.

and now i sigh a thousand sighs of relief. with a mix of uncertainty.

beaming with gladness and perplexity.

somebody please shoot me now.

woot. i'm going to the hollaback crew finals this sat.

go adestra.

before my match at sa,

"Ha. I was thinking if you lose the match, then you can vent your anger out on me by blowjobbing me. Haha. Good luck."

bloody hell. how encouraging. some friend i have.
and it doesn't help the fact that elaine and i were thrashed 9-0.

fantabulous.

Cannonball- Damien Rice

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can't say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know


what am i doing? i don't know the meaning of this relation. is it a waste of my time or am i oblivious to wanting more? fuck.

i love elliott yamin. i really do. and i don't care if he looks like that. or that he's almost deaf in one ear. with a voice like that, i'd marry him anytime.

and to think he was in the bottom 2 this week. tsk on america.

bottomline:
ELLIOT ROCKS MY SOCKS!