almost 19 soon.that makes things worse. the stark reality that i'm (gasp) 19 is seriously hitting home. now, i wake up with the paranoia that i'd have strand of white hair gowing (hehe, prolly like k) and wrinkles. and...or maybe not. Unless im suffering form the "hyper-old-age-syndrome". hhaha -._ but really, 19 is a big number. and it's getting a little frightening.
okay anyways, growing up aint easy afterall. you've got acne problems to deal with, pms (for girls: pre-mentrual syndrome, for guys:perverse macho syndrome)> then for the good-lookers, you've got adoring/stalker fans to hold off. For the not-so-good lookers, youve gotta hanle dumb remarls from bimbos/himbos about the way you looj. which in reality, really isnt that bad unless they all use the hot, hot Fiona Xie as a yardstick.
In school, everything changes. It's your battlefield. your enemy?
And out of growing up, somehow we lose ourselves. We changed. and transform into wild young things(mom always associate WILD with me)Yet, i cant help but wonder :how do we grow up without losing the child in us? when everyone yells at you to "STop being childish, lah!"' our always-first reaction is to act like a 45 year old stuck in a tennager;s body. Interesting response.
Is it possible to carry our Legos and our Barbie dolls and the huge teddy bear which is used to lie beside us in bed over into hoe we live? Carrying some of that onnocence and purity and fun-filled laughter? Somehow, i fing we've forgotten how to laugh. (Jess, the bus-incident doesnt count. I was almost crazy that time!) A real laugh. NOt one that simply goes haha or hoho or hehee but obe that's like:
HAHAHHOHOHAHEHEHEHOHOHOHOHAHAHHOHOHHEHEHEHEHE!
rmb to stop and kiss the rosses. :)
once again, let the photos do the rest...

crowds everywhere. ah peks near tiger booth...obivous u know why...


HUGMOUS crowds ard him. no idea what's he doing. praying?! prolly...

the usuals decors. dearest dad good up his own tho. thumb up for him. my wonderful artistic teacher since young.


the artisit needs moolahs


....

back track to the 1970s perhaps. the so-OK soft-drinks ice cream sticks plus the nice, friendly sellers. bru dearest bought his fav flavour, f&n-grapes. =)

I met God of Fortune!!! like AT THE TIGER BEER BOOTH! wtheck! prolly the dunkards will get lucky for the night huh?


Cheap Cheap!!! grabs.


my absoute enermy! pork. the oil stuffs tt is. sinful.

still counting count to 01:34:45 to lunar new year at pearl center. alrdys ppl are waiting for the marvellous firecrackers & fireworks!!! tts strips of crackers (bottom right)


ugly sight of the kiasu singaporeans. yucks!!! totally a disgrace.


yummlicious german ice-cream. my damn bru wenta buy for me! aint he so sweet?!! 2.50buckeroos for laughters. craps. but still i prefer uncle's dollar cup ice-cream. haha!

finally. my lovely whisper virgin white! whoots. gorgeous.
penned.
1/30/2006 09:38:00 AM