It is very ironic you see.

When you get the third (sometimes even fourth) figure of your hit counter jump multiple times everyday, you obtained a sense of achievement but at the same time, it totally defeats the very initial purpose of blogging.

I woke up in tears today. It’s 4.30am and i can’t sleep. I so so want to but i can’t tell you why. It involves way too much complications and ethical issues.

Now i sort of understand why the more popular bloggers always keep a private blog. Maybe more. read more

*Diana said i should sell this entry to Duracell.

A *complete* and *happy* bunny.

I really did.

But.

Someone lost the key.

It turns out that i can only be a broken clockwork bunny.

Why did you lose the key?

Wrap me in choco pls.

One and a half years ago.

It was jagged because, i think it felt so cold it was having goose bumps all over.

March was a beautiful season. Sakura was blossoming and it opened the heart up. Birds were chirping and it cheered the heart up. I had a warm blankie wrapped around it in the beautiful spring season.

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One and a half years ago, Cheesie and Mozzie found out that this Anal Lecturer Lady (A.L.L. in short) has a very supernatural mind.

Allow me to repeat it.

A.L.L’s mind is locked with booby traps (whoever tries to open it will get shot), is password protected (no matter how many times you try), IP bound (automatically records whoever attempts to attack), and most SAI LEI-ly, hacker-proof (it’s so solid and adamant no one could ever gain access to it and alter the content.)
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Because Cheesie hearts Cheesie too.

I’m sorry I ignored you when you knocked on my door a million times.
I’m sorry I ignored you when you called me a million times.
I’m sorry I ignored you when you asked me to open the door for you.
I’m sorry I ignored whatever you said beyond the door (you can blame my itune being too loud but I kinda got the punishment for it already).
I’m sorry I ignored you when you slipped me notes under the door hoping that I will read it.

I was just being a stinky rotten oafish wally galah nana cheese who was
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A lot of people have been asking if my chalk diet works.

Hell yea it does.

I would really love to share my secret with you but the thing is, I am not sure if it works for the uncheesables.

This is how my imaginary chalk diet works: It requires some diligent Ringoistic meditation practice. And I’m not sure how I’m supposed to teach you that.

First of all you need to be a cheese. If not it doesn’t work.

Secondly, let me ask you one question first.

Which combination is better?

Cheese and wine, or cheese and chalk? read more

I’m feeling kinda sick today. Maybe my new diet is talking its toll on me.

I’m kinda on this imaginary chalk diet recently you see. It makes me lose appetite, which is such an excheesingly strange (but wonderful) thing.

Mozzie almost fainted when i sniffed abit in the Snyder’s Cheddar Pretzel bag and gave it back to her intact–a bit like how Hutch in Wallace and Gromit responds to carrots after the vege-brainwash process.

But my new diet makes me HAPPY!

But then again there’s a price to pay you see. The side effects are not to be prayed prayed. I’m turning unusually nocturnal (and Albert Santoro strongly recommends me to go consult a noctor), dreadfully insomniac (i’m sleeping later and waking up earlier) and highly distracted (what did i just type?) read more

I’m heartbroken.

For those who don’t know who this lucky cheese is, read THIS first then i’ll tell you the story ok.

Anycheese.

I said i wanted to propose to him right. Before i did, he uhm… I mean he’s hot and sexy and uhm…

Sigh… u read this la.

*sobz*

He found someone else and they live cheesily ever after.

*inserts glass-breaking sound effect*

Alternative A:

Alternative B:

How hot is hot? When you can’t see yourself in the bathroom mirror you know it’s hot enough.

Btw, can someone please remind me to get a seriously good loofah?
And a seriously-smells-nice bottle of scrub. Anything but seaweed thanx. I just ran out of bathsalt too.

Speaking of which, i really salute those actors and actresses who do underwater shoots. How do they stay in the water so long and stare passionately into each other’s eyes in unspoken affection? I can’t even open my eyes for 2 sec without my googles. And i look like a mad cheese scientist with the goggles. 0_o read more

Dear Tim, I’m here to inform that you won the bet.

Bah, some kind folks actually bothered to ask me out. So, come claim your Ramli Burger.

But I decided to stay home. Going out is against my religion (btw new Ringoistic rule. Shut up, you are not the ruler).

I was having a BIG date with MSN. No crowd, no queue, no jam (see why I’m pro-cheese now?!) , no phone/wallet/camera losing. What an easy cheesy perfect date. =)

And I was doing an experiment about how I could answer some typical questions people were gonna ask me on MSN without typing the actual answer. read more