Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Hello~!

All hail.. the return of the photos! :)

Finally decided to get off my ass and hook the laptop up to the net.. Can you imagine can you imagine how horrible i felt when i realised that mr wong actually deleted away picasa when he reformatted the laptop?? Like a fisherman who cannot eat seafood. If go fishing how to eat?



Hong Feng & Xinyi's wedding! I hate it how my arms are so fat now :(

D block Halloween night! Bazooo is back! Kudos to Yishu to putting in so much effort *pat on the head*



Photowhoring and trying very hard to look like a D-list Korean drama actress haha

And this one is for all you bastards out there who have been bugging me to teach Korean vulgarities all these years



Actually some of the phrases are a little awkward but i suppose it's fine as long as you get the point across *shrug*

I realised that the amount of pictures and length of my post are inversely related. The more pics i post, the less i feel like writing. Ah, but a picture paints a thousand words, does it not? Unless you're blind. Or illiterate. If you cannot read, how are you supposed to know that a thousand words are being painted? Like how a pig will never appreciate luncheon meat. And like how i keep making irrelevant analogies. My apologies! (It rhymes! ok i'm bored sorry haha)

I don't know why i started blogging. It's ironic how i used to guard my diary and journal (to no avail, i'll bet; SOME busybody or other must have read them at least once) but now feel no qualms about airing the rusty crevices of my little head in the world wide web. Like how sometimes we write some stuff knowing it'll affect someone else, through a complex system of double meanings and allusions to past events. If that's the case, then do i blog to tell people what i would never do so face-to-face, or am i doing this for my own satisfaction? How nice that in this little world of blogging, we can all hurt each other so neatly and claim no responsibility. Cuz when you read the thoughts of others, you deserve it. In this sense, it's perversely pleasurable, because at least when i write stuff i know some people will flinch at, at least i know it's out there in the open for ANYONE to read, including the adressee. Aww c'mon don't pretend to be outraged at this and label me a bitch. Because you know it's true. Scandalous, isn't it?