Don't say her name, Breathe it

2011-04-05T13:13:00.002+08:00

13:13 in the afternoon, 5th april 2011.

binge eating and purging.
Nothing has changed.
i'm a disappointment.
killing myself, little by little.
still painting on the smiles.

an update.

2010-06-09T22:51:00.001+08:00

Faith for the future;
A stagnant thought.
A numb body beyond cure;
A lost battle- once fought.

Her restless nights;
Crammed- dreaded dreams.
Mind- enigmatic sounds;
Her- devil within.

Yet she pleads and begs;
For a well again end.
A chance at life;
The savage- Mend.

...

2009-09-19T03:25:00.000+08:00

Forget it.
ive given up

Finally, a new beginning.

2009-05-07T23:37:00.004+08:00

I am determined to overcome my problem.
five years is too long a time wasted...
Thank goodness i'm taking steps and i'm heading towards recovery.
(=

today's the 7th of may 2009..
i'm going to be frank with you, about my problem..
i've been carrying the horrible burden of suffering from what people call "a" and "b" for 5years..

I call it ED
Basically, ED is the only relationship ive had in my life...
ive had ED...for as long as i remember..

ED TOOK AWAY MY LIFE...
my five year relationship with ED.
i couldnt live without him. i was obsessed with him and i couldnt live my life normally. Everyday, all i thought about was ED
when i wake up, when i get ready, in school, when im out with friends, at home, before i sleep, i even DREAM OF ED.

so now, im determined to "break up" with ED, so i can Start my life anew,
a fresh
and NORMAL.
But what is normal? i find it hard to imagine.

it aint all that simple though,
because of ED, now i've insecurities.. i feel unworthy of life in general.
unworthy of love.
unworthy of a normal life
and im afraid to be normal.. im not saying that im depressed, because i'm not.
i'm saying im afraid to step out of my five-year bubble.

somehow, with ED, i feel like im living in a world of my own..that i neednt worry about a thing in the big outside world. thus i didnt bother talking to people or knowing people for any form of relationship apart from the friends i already had.

"But how can i live on that way?" i asked myself
All my friends are moving on in life.. and im still stuck.. not moving, stagnant- or perhaps even getting worse!

the doctors told me, a year ago
"if you continue on like this, it'd be a miracle if you live past twenty"
"Someone would probably find you dead with your head in the toilet bowl"

honestly, a year ago.. i didnt really care... i mean, so what, as long as i stay within my comfort zone with ED, i'm happy and fine...
but i wasnt really.
i wasnt fine..
i was sick,

AND I AM GOING TO STOP MY STUPID OBSESSION WITH ED
so i got myself a permanent fixture.
it means peace.love.family and the national Eating disorder recovery symbol.

and im happy.
and i will be, now till forever.
XOXO

the Truth revealed

2008-11-07T19:35:00.003+08:00

Well, i've not been updating my blog.. for an Extremely LONG time- the eve of my birthday..
all those posts on my sad lonely life.. well, they were written when i was at my worst. i'm sure there are happy days and sad days for everybody. For me, it's more of like-a cycle. Im happy when i'm with friends and company..

Dont get me all wrong. Im happy Most of the time...
i just write my blog entries when im DEPRESSED.

Still, i must admit, i have hidden problems and an abundance of insecurities;
Something not anyone is proud of. I've learnt to live with them though.. sometimes i wonder how i can live Without these problems.

I'm thankful to have the life i have. Despite all my negative aspects and social insecurities, i'm proud to say, i live a happy contented life.
My social circle consists of just friends-i guess that's a good thing? but ive to learn to open up, perhaps more.in the future.

note to self:

florence, youve to start to love yourself.

Heart

2008-05-28T22:47:00.003+08:00

I don't know why.. but day by day, i just feel more and more closed in, more and more like as though- if each time some stranger laughs, he's laughing at me. Why?!

I know i've alot to be thankful for, my friends.my family.
But why Me? Why My Life? I don't know..Im not worthy of anything.

There is a monster living deep inside of me.
He eats my insides making me feel hungry.
I try to fill the void that he leaves inside.
No matter how much I bury him,
He just wont die.

I know the problem,
So why cant I stop?
I eat and eat until I feel my insides rot.
I beat myself with guilt,
Every time I let that monster win.
But when I'm done feeling sorry for myself,
The cycle begins all over again.

I get called so many vile names because I'm fat.
You'd think I'd want to stop just because of that.
But the pain people cause just makes me crave more.
I find myself hiding behind the refrigerator door.

I can't go on living this lie.
I am tired of drowning the pain,
That I try to hide.
My secret is tearing me apart.
Because no amount of food in the world,
Will satisfy my starving heart.

life

2008-05-03T21:35:00.002+08:00

I'm stuck in a world where I don't want to be
Suffering a pain that no one can see
A pain so deep, so bottled up inside
Brings thoughts of self-harm and suicide.

These thoughts trigger a self-punishing action
But to me it’s a mere distraction
I'm plagued by these thoughts in my mind
To me they're so clear but to others they're blind.

Each day I wake with hostile thoughts
What lies ahead makes me fraught
The voice in my head is so intense
To others it's nothing but to me it's immense

I feel despondent with no future ahead
But I'll have one soon and this path I'll tread
This path will lead me to a place I can endure
And I'll never go back to the way I was before.

with love.

a poem i wrote.

2008-04-29T00:02:00.000+08:00

She’s Sick. She’s Nauseous.
She’s full of contempt.
She Hates her living
She contemplates death.
Her stomach
turning, jumping,
And calling for help.
Yet she pushes up the fuel
She consumed before that.
Will her body survive,
After years of this pain
Will she mentally break?
Due to this shame.
She’s wincing. Disgusted.
Praying it away.
She looks at reflections.
In a different way.
She sees a painting
Of a different Thing.
She’s looking in the mirror.
She’s Fighting her mind.
She’s trying to find a goodness inside.
She has to focus
Allow her system to digest.
But her mind says NO.
No. She’s a mess.
The hurt. The pain. The disgust.
Its too much to handle.
The poor girl’s a mess.
The power of her master
Took over her body
She gives her fuel away
Gladly and reluctantly.
She’s turning to bones.
Too thin, now happy.
Trying to deceive herself
That Thin equals happy
Master you’re a liar!
Master you’re a user!
Master you’re a horrid inducer!
Master she hates you.
Yet she needs you.
Let her go, dear master;
Please, she begs you.
Her painful starvation.
Her heart palpitations.
Her mind’s in a mess.
Due to contemplation.
She’s now exhausted,
Extremely weak
She’s Sick. Nauseated.
In pain
And in lost.
You won’t leave her alone.
Dissociation - self-taught.
Her pain she bears
Makes her body run weak.
Makes her time fall short.
Shattered and sick.
Her mind’s a mess.
She’s gone whacked.
Her parents.
Her brother.
Her old friends.
Is like a fantasy she dreams
In Disney land.
Day in and day out.
She’s split into two.
One side’s a fantasy.
The other’s Doom.
Master, leave her to heal
forgive, and move on.
She’s too much of a slave
Her freedom, now gone.
Master, please.
She begs
Give her the freedom she longs.
She’s been Stomped on.
Stepped, Tossed, dear Master.
She has endured far enough.
She’s like a rag doll, dear Master
She’s lost her cry.
She’s too torn,
And then mended.
Stitched, by your Master hands.
Only to have the same happen
Torn over and over again.
She finds herself lost
In pain and in sorrow
She’s now praying by pen,
Her world is so hollow.
She uses the tool
Known as the pen.
The Universe blessed for her
Held in her fragile hands
She writes Master’s words
To keep her mind in line.
But all the while,
She’s hoping
Someone, whoever, can identify.
May she help one more get by.

My life in voice.

2008-04-21T00:37:00.003+08:00

Things has got so out of control. i feel like a bird in a cage. i yearn to be free, yet when anyone trys to open the cage, in hope i'd fly- i've this huge fear and reluctance.
in fact, to be quite frank, perhaps this 'cage' has now become a home to me. somewhere i can be alone and hide. somewhere i've become accustomed to.

Kelly Clarkson's 'Addicted' depicts my life in voice.

It's like you're a drug. It's like you're a demon I can't face down.
It's like I'm stuck. It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around

It's like you're a leech, Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe... Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time

It's like I can't breathe, It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you, I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think, Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts..In my dreams
You've taken over me

It's like I'm not me..It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm lost. It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me, Leave me alone!
And I know these voices in my head..Are mine alone..
And I know I'll never change my ways,If I don't give you up now!

It's like I can't breathe.. It's like I can't see anything!..
Nothing but you/..I'm addicted to you..

It's like I can't think..Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, In my dreams.. You've taken over me!
It's like I'm not me..It's like I'm not me...

I'm hooked on you,I need a fix.. I can't take it.. Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it, I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time..Then that's it

It's like I can't breathe. It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you. I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think.. Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

The Truth

2008-04-08T22:40:00.002+08:00

I don't know why i feel like this everyday of my life..
its something i've got accustomed to. day in and day out, ive to occupy myself..or else hell would hit me like a ton of bricks. actually hell does hit me,everynight. and it sucks. no one truly knows how my life is like. it;s my own doing,so its my fault. but why must this happen to me? what have i done in my life to deserve such punishment? my body weakens each time..i know if i continue it;d lead to my deathbed. i know that nothing good is coming out of this pain i yearn to hault. i need to find light, to find peace..but each time i think of it, 'Peace' is a fear. and my life is nothing but a burden hidden by a clown's smile. if only people knew, how hidden i was.. if only they'd know that their taughting and harsh words, or their thoughts of me and my life are nothing but scraches on my already torn image.

a typical conversation with lyon

2008-03-12T23:23:00.002+08:00

my msn nick > flying elephants.

Lyon's msn nick> lyon

Conversation

lyon - says: (10:21:51 PM)
omg, there r actually elephants tt can fly?? COOL!!

flying elephants says: (10:22:21 PM)
HELL YEA! THEY DRANK RED BULL...

flying elephants says: (10:22:25 PM)
IT GAVE THEM WINGS

lyon - says: (10:22:42 PM)
awesome!! but it didnt work for me :(

flying elephants says: (10:24:14 PM)
awwww.COS IT DONT WORK FOR GIRAFFES

flying elephants says: (10:24:25 PM)
only ELEPHANTS.

lyon - says: (10:24:34 PM)
hmm but did u fly??

flying elephants says: (10:24:40 PM)
and RACCOONS

lyon - says: (10:24:44 PM)
if u did, tt means ur an elephant!!

flying elephants says: (10:24:45 PM)
im the RACCOON

flying elephants says: (10:25:23 PM)
(: the elephant's my boyfriend

lyon - says: (10:26:23 PM)
oh man, ur bf is HUGE!! ask him to watch out for me while hes flyin. dont crash into my head

flying elephants says: (10:27:28 PM)
hahaa! YEA. But no worries.. he likes touchig clouds

lyon - says: (10:28:04 PM)
but my head reaches way outta e ozone

lyon - says: (10:28:16 PM)
so he'll still hav to watch it

flying elephants says: (10:30:31 PM)
hehe.YEAH. i'll ask him to try to avoid collision with you're ever so 'into-the-ozone' head

flying elephants says: (10:30:39 PM)
your*

flying elephants says: (10:31:51 PM)
no wonder your mind's aways 'way out there!' into lala land.. and nvr in the right mind... cant blameyou for your muddle-mindedness.

flying elephants says: (10:31:53 PM)
hahaha

lyon - says: (10:32:32 PM)
omg u mean u juz realised?? tt took u awhile..

lyon - says: (10:32:35 PM)
hahaha

flying elephants says: (10:33:56 PM)
HEY. im raccoon k.cant blame me.. im much smaller then you are

flying elephants says: (10:33:58 PM)
BUT.

flying elephants says: (10:33:59 PM)
BUT. good things come in small packages

lyon - says: (10:34:23 PM)
gd things?? *ahem* r u sure??

lyon - says: (10:34:24 PM)
hahaha

lyon - says: (10:34:26 PM)
jkjk!!

flying elephants says: (10:38:13 PM)
HEHE.okie fine..

flying elephants says: (10:38:18 PM)
not good things..

flying elephants says: (10:38:24 PM)
EXTREMELY GOOD.

flying elephants says: (10:38:26 PM)
HAHAHAHAA

yon - says: (10:38:45 PM)
(HM)i dont think so..

flying elephants says: (10:41:12 PM)
YOU KNOW SO

flying elephants says: (10:41:14 PM)
(:

lyon - says: (10:41:26 PM)
aye.. u win tis one.

2008-03-07T22:36:00.003+08:00

it's been quite some time.. and life hasn't changed much.
i'm somewhat confused, and somewhat sad.
my teen years are flying past me...
and little can i do. i have the best bunch of friends i could ever ask for..
and that's all i have.
there's nothing much to me though...

they say, Everyone is born for someone.
but... Not everyone gets to know that someone
And as the clock ticks by,

it's weird..all my eighteen years.
but thank goodness for my friends...
they are my pillars. and my joy.
and love? all i know are tears and fears..
but then again, who am i to judge.
i know nothing of that sort,

Something- Not quite good enough

2007-09-07T11:03:00.000+08:00

I have this Huge Massive Problem- Well, at least I think I do.
What’s bothering Me?
I think I know what’s bothering me.
Me.
I’m bothering Me.

I’m simply not good enough
But What’s good enough?
I Was Never good enough
And I’ll Never be good enough

I know that.

Funny thing really- When I finally sit down and think about it; I’m not quite sure how I want Me to be Me. Sometimes, I want to be taller. Sometimes I’m contented. Then I’d want to be plumper, but sometimes I’d feel I’m Fat- then I’d want to lose weight. And before I lose a few pounds- I’d feel I’m too skinny and I’d want to gain some kilos. Then when I finally get down to eating- I’d feel appalling and gigantic. Then the cycle repeats itself. Sometimes I feel Proud of myself- That’d I’m just fine the way I am. But moments later, I’d feel- Not good enough. And worst, is when I feel utterly dreadful; as though I’m a revolting skinny stick-insect around- or perhaps a hideous stout Green Troll. You question me- Why don’t you try out a relationship? Well, I’ll tell you why Missy-
I’m simply not good enough
But What’s good enough?
I Was Never good enough
And I’ll Never be good enough
Does that answer your question?- No? Well, I’d just have to go on saying that I haven’t found the right one- That I’m too young – That Singlehood and No Dating is the Best- That I’ve no time
Which are all actually pretty darn true.
Still. You tell me- Florence, you’re so Lucky.
Lucky? Lucky? You tell me I’m lucky? Yes. I am. Very lucky in fact. To have awesome friends and a Caring family. But I’m not lucky- To have Me as Me. What on earth is wrong with me? Why am I bothering to express how I really feel- Behind all the jokes and Never-Ending Chit-Chats. I’m sure many of You Missies feel the same way as I do. That Your simply not good enough.
But what’s good enough?
You were never good enough
And you’ll never be.

Finally.A Post.

Vrey Menaningful

2007-08-29T15:57:00.000+08:00

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh?

-Save the Children- South Asia Floods

2007-08-29T15:42:00.000+08:00

a meaningful picture, that caught my attention.. many children in the world are suffering.. every child deserves a home.

Save the Children globally is launching an urgent appeal for children in South Asia who are currently affected by floods. At least 10 million children across Bangladesh, India and Pakistan are at risk. Homes have been swept away, water supplies have been contaminated and they are exposed to the dangers of water-borne diseases.

Across the region more than 23 million people are currently affected - 6.9 million in Bangladesh, 13.7 million in India and 2.5 million in Pakistan.

if you'd like to learn more on how you could help these unfortunate children
please view this link
https://savethechildren.infoxchange.net.au/donation.shtml

some awesome SINGLISH SHYT.

2007-08-28T11:50:00.000+08:00

The typical singlish joke.

I'm sure many have heard of it before.
But hey, it gets to me everytime..

A "Mallu" female

Went for a job interview for the post of a SECRETARY.

When the manager saw the Mallu's colourful attire and gold and well oiled uncombed jet black hair,

His mind was screaming " NOT THIS WOMAN." Nevertheless, he still had to entertain the Mallu.

So he told her " If you could form a sentence using the words that I give you, then may be I will give you a chance."

The words are GREEN, PINK, YELLOW, BLUE, WHITE, PURPLE and BLACK ."

The enthusiastic Mallu lady thought for a while and said : " I hear the phone
GREEN GREEN GREEN, then I go and PINK up the phone, I say YELLOW...... BLUE's that?
WHITE did you say? Aiye, Wrong number ...........Don' t PURPLELY disturb people and don't call BLACK, ok?

Thankyou." The Manager fainted..... ..

MY MOTHER taught me the world.

2007-08-28T11:18:00.000+08:00

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that the curry stain will come off the carpet."

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to ground you for the whole of next week!"

4.My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall down and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you bring an umbrella, in case it rains."

7. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your dinner."

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
If I've told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

20. My mother taught me HUMOUR.
"When you fall off those skates and break your legs, don't come running to me."

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"You dirty girl, I picked you up from a rubbish bin.”

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"

Great Advice for Girls

2007-08-23T11:17:00.000+08:00

1. Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in diapers.

2. What do you do if your boyfriend walks-out? You shut the door.

3. If they put a man on the moon - they should be able to put them all up there.

4. Never let your man's mind wander - it's too little to be out alone.

5. Go for younger men. You might as well - they never mature anyway.

6. Men are all the same - they just have different faces, so that you can tell them apart.

7. Definition of a bachelor; a man who has missed the opportunity to make some woman miserable.

8. Women don't make fools of men - most of them are the do-it-yourself types.

9. Best way to get a man to do something, is to suggest they are too old for it.

10. Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye-opener.

11. If you want a committed man, look in a mental hospital.

12. If he asks what sort of books you're interested in, tell him checkbooks.

13. Remember a sense of humor does not mean that you tell him jokes, it means that you laugh at his.

14. Sadly, all men are created equal...

15. So there's no point trying, really.

MY DAILY PRAYER

2007-08-21T15:40:00.001+08:00

Dear Heavenly Father,

I think you'd be proud of me! So far today I've done all right. I haven't gossiped, lusted, lost my temper, haven't been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, or overindulgent. Praise Your Name! I'm grateful for Your grace...

But Lord, a few minutes from now, I'm getting out of bed... From then on I'm going to need a lot MORE of Your help!

(: i stumbled upon this..

2007-08-20T14:44:00.000+08:00

An old maid wanted to travel by bus to the pet cemetery with the remains of her cat.

As she boarded the bus, she whispered to the driver, "I have a dead pussy."

The driver pointed to the woman in the seat behind him and said, "Sit with my wife. You two have alot in common."

a sunday school lesson

2007-08-19T09:47:00.000+08:00

Little Janice was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, “Tell me Janice, who created the universe?” When Janice didn’t stir, little Johnny, a boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.

“God Almighty!” shouted Janice and the teacher said, “Very good” and Janice fell back asleep.

A while later the teacher asked Janice, “Who is our Lord and Saviour.” But, Janice didn’t even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.

“Jesus Christ!” shouted Janice and the teacher said, “Very good,” and Janice fell back asleep.

Then the teacher asked Janice a third question. “What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?” and again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin.

This time Janice jumped up and shouted, “If you stick me with that thing one more time, I’ll break it in half and stick it up your ass!”

… the teacher fainted! (:

I LOVE CATHOLIC PARROTS

2007-08-16T17:21:00.000+08:00

A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, “Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.”

“What do they say?” the priest inquired.

They say, “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”

“That’s obscene!” the priest exclaimed; then he thought for a moment.
You know,” he said, “I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we’ll put them in the cage with Bill and Jacob. My parrots can teach your parrots to pray and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that phrase in no time.”

“Thank you,” the woman responded, “this may very well be the solution.”

The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest’s house.
As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage, holding rosary beads and praying.

Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison: “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”

There was stunned silence.

Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed, “Put the beads away, Bill, our prayers have been answered.”

(:

this is awesome!NUTRITION

2007-08-16T14:56:00.000+08:00

In the beginning God covered the earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, with green, yellow and red vegetables of all kinds so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

Then using God’s bountiful gifts, Satan created Dairy Ice Cream and Magnums. And Satan said “You want hot fudge with that? And Man said “Yes!” And Woman said “I’ll have one too withchocolate chips”. And lo they gained 10 pounds.

And God created the healthy yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 12 to size 14.

So God said “Try my fresh green salad”. And Satan presented Blue Cheese dressing and garlic croutons on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.

God then said “I have sent you healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them”. And Satan brought forth deep fried coconut king prawns, butter-dipped lobster chunks and chicken fried steak, so big it needed its own platter.

And Man’s cholesterol went through the roof. Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with potassium andgood nutrition. Then Satan peeled off the healthy skin and sliced the starchy centre into chips and deep fried them in animal fats adding copious quantities of salt. And Man put on more pounds.

God then brought forth running shoes so that his Children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan came forth with a cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels.

And Man and Woman laughedand cried before the flickering light and started wearing stretch jogging suits.

Then God gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonalds and the 99p double cheeseburger. Then Satan said “You want fries with that?” and Man replied “Yes, And super size ‘em”.

And Satan said “It is good.” And Man and Woman went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple by-pass surgery.

And then Satan chuckled and created the National Health Service.

THE FINAL WORD ON NUTRITION:
After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here’s the final word on nutrition and health:

Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than usItalians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

CONCLUSION:

Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

CHIHIRO's

2007-08-16T11:16:00.000+08:00

i can honestlysay, masscommers, atleast many of my classmates and i
do NOT Lookdown on people who speak chinese, or sing chinese.
in fact, some of us do enjoy certain chinese songs
i have to say, i was pretty upset with 'chihiro's post.

to YOU.
i've always treated you as a friend yeah,
and i have say, indeed i was really annoyed when you kept on SINGING
like freaking NON STOP.
i mean, it's niceand all.
but.. not ALL THE TIME
we HAD to do radio.
we HAD to complete it
but you still kept on singing.

i suppost you in every way possible.
but frankly, you HAVE to also thinkabout other important stuff.
like RADIO! oh well. i SHOULD have toldyousoearlier.
i DID tell youi wanted tostart and we HAD to get the script done
(that day out side the daws)
but no..you said you had no mood.. soyou kept on singing chinese songs with choy.
yes i enjoy hearing people sing..once in awhile
but,
not always. and not when we haveSOOOO MUCH WORK tocomplete.
oh well.
im not upset now..
itold youimfine with everything
its OVER already
sothere's no point being upset or sorry or anything
i didnt wanna affect the friendship
but youhave to know
indeed you have feelings.
but everyone has too.

yup.

the day today

2007-08-15T23:14:00.000+08:00

AAH. i CANNOT believe i got LOST today.
i was given CLEAR instructions, and yet i STILL missed the bus stop..
furthermore, i boarded the WRONG second Bus..
i got off at the MOST ULU PLACE EVER..
and to make things worse..
i fell down in public.
got myself freaking embarrassed
(because i was wearing a dress and i fell off steps)
ps. no further details needed
okay FINE,
my dress practically "flew"
AHH. DAMN!

AHH. SUCH A PITY

2007-08-15T18:23:00.000+08:00

jon jon jon ... i'veNOTHING to say. actually.. i do.. pooryou.. you're mom's gonna comeafter you with a chopper. (: who asked you to spend 500bucks on drinking!!
and it's you're fault telling me,
poor credit card,oh well.. now i hope yourparents get to read this.
((:
so you won't have time to adjust to their reaction.
okiee. ahh.tractor's behind me.. (MAKING NOISE) ps. tractor= thisoldlady called JUDY
AHHAHA. motor spoil already.. non-stop NOISEPOLLUTION.
argh.,
what to do..
anyway..gonna cont. later. HAH.

This is like the first ever

2007-08-15T17:29:00.000+08:00

AH. frankly, i'm freaking bored at the moment,
so, i've decided to start this blog on a lighter note..
perhaps humour might do the trick.
so here's a list of conundrums,..

If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times,
does he become disoriented?

If people from Poland are called Poles,
why aren’t people from Holland called Holes?

Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?

A pig grunts right? so If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?

Many people tell me "LOVE IS BLIND. " but If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? i mean... why do you bother to look good?in your underwear even!

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker? arent you the one getting 'broke'

Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a race car not called a racist? or should the person playing the piano be called a player? AHH!

“I am” is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that “I do” is the longest sentence?

Oh.. youknow how drivers licenses have the 'hair colour'section.. then iwas wondering, What hair colour do they put on the driver’s licenses of bald men?

Why the hell do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we, as citizens supposed to do, write to them? Why don’t they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail? that'd be farmore practical.

No one ever says, “It’s only a game” when their team is winning.. DUH! but if you're losing.. i guess it'sONLY A GAME.. i mean, who cares if you're the LOSER right?! -_-

You know what.. i had diarrhoea bout a week ago.. okay, not a very nice thing to share.. but i HAVE to say this.. my doctor said that 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhoea every so often,... So.. Does that mean that one out of five actually enjoys it?

HAHA. ((: there we go.. my first post