to all those inconsiderate people who picks up some lost handphone and keeps it for yourself without even trying to contact the owner. i curse you. every single one of you. may you rot in hell for eternity and lose you sense of hearing and speech ability and thus never be able to use the handphone again in your entire life and death.

yes i lost my phone. so for all those who know me and have my number can i appeal to you guys to send me a message with your name on it (surname too and where are you from how i knew you) it sounds silly but i know like 5 pauls, 4 alvins, 3 justins and a couple of kelvins. so i have no idea who's who if you don't tell me right.

nothing much. been horribly busy. out most of the time because mommy decidedly got angry at me for no reasons and told me not to speak to her ever again. then ok, i never spoke to her for almost a week. suits herself. went out with him every single day over the extended weekend. hahaha. went to east coast to cycle, swam a bit and then met up with paul and stan for some dinner. we had black pepper crab!!!! then it was off for singapore idols

my goodness. i am not going to even cry about it here. just a small thought: i always thought singaporeans care alot about their image in public. guess not (all together now "i wonder how i wonder why yesterday you told me about a blue blue sky...." cue hands in victory sign swinging all over the place)

went through some old photos. my dear looks better a few years back, yes it is possible. i can't even give that a rating on my score board. seriously if you could ever see that coloured locks that cheeky smile, ahhhhh.