Sunday, August 31, 2008
_l_
Charles just told me almost all MRTs have Thomas & Friends.
That cursed cartoon.
Cant it be like Powerpuff Girls, Spongebob or maybe even DORAEMON!?
Why must it be Thomas & Friends?!?!!?!
Whyyyy...........
Friday, August 29, 2008
Seesha shiokness 4 life
Went out at 9pm yesterday and returned @ 3am. [!!!] New record. Notta big deal to you la I know. Pfft.
Thanks Bale(Billy!), for making my night.
I saw Terence, Jiawei, EHREN HOCK, Timothy finally aft 4 yrs!!
And I pissed Timballs off within 10 minutes of seeing him! ._.
Oh well, you cant blame me being wayyy too open with a guy who's ego's bigger than his head. (v_v)
Was nothing different from a zombie during bio class today.
Zzz. Should have skipped lesson.
..... just like the rest of the class.
Kuakuakua...
Thanks Bale(Billy!), for making my night.
I saw Terence, Jiawei, EHREN HOCK, Timothy finally aft 4 yrs!!
And I pissed Timballs off within 10 minutes of seeing him! ._.
Oh well, you cant blame me being wayyy too open with a guy who's ego's bigger than his head. (v_v)
Was nothing different from a zombie during bio class today.
Zzz. Should have skipped lesson.
..... just like the rest of the class.
Kuakuakua...
Thursday, August 28, 2008
best of you
mixed feelings.
many things on my mind.
silent withdrawal.
so much to do.
so little time.
life's a drag.
fuckin' shit life in a fuckin' shit place w fuckin' shit ppl.
KOBE, K* and LCUBE[?]
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sometimes your words cuts, although it might be what makes you you, but hey, it hurts.
we have choices, everybody has their own choice, and we're the ones that make it.
true, you dont force us, but whatever you retort back will somehow affect the other party.
it's only to what extent he/she shows it.
and maybe, for me, i've had enough.
many things on my mind.
silent withdrawal.
so much to do.
so little time.
life's a drag.
fuckin' shit life in a fuckin' shit place w fuckin' shit ppl.
KOBE, K* and LCUBE[?]
_____________
sometimes your words cuts, although it might be what makes you you, but hey, it hurts.
we have choices, everybody has their own choice, and we're the ones that make it.
true, you dont force us, but whatever you retort back will somehow affect the other party.
it's only to what extent he/she shows it.
and maybe, for me, i've had enough.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Now I see, what love means
Shut the fuck up with those words of "cheer up" and "dont be sad".
Bcuz if it's as easy as it sounds, I would have been fucking alright a long time ago.
So just shut the fuck up ok?
Just be there for me and I'll love you like !@#$!#$
For those fucking clueless fags:
I'm going to kick your sorry fucking ass if you dont stitch up that saggy vagina on your fucking face. I dont need any of your fucking comments.
Bcuz if it's as easy as it sounds, I would have been fucking alright a long time ago.
So just shut the fuck up ok?
Just be there for me and I'll love you like !@#$!#$
For those fucking clueless fags:
I'm going to kick your sorry fucking ass if you dont stitch up that saggy vagina on your fucking face. I dont need any of your fucking comments.
Friday, August 22, 2008
cookie jar
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Random picture.
We just played with fake tootsie rolls, lots and lots of them.
and SHE'S sucha farting machine.
SEXY.
I'm as depressed as my previous post right now cuz i cant stay till 7pm to watch final destination on HBO channel on the teevee @ homie's home.
"dont trust a whore, never trust a whore, never trust me"
P.S DONT TRUST ME COS IM A WHORE.
-munches on doritoes and chachos-
TATA SUCKERZ. _l_
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My beautiful love.
It's this barrier-like thing. Yeah, that's what holding me back. Wonder how it came about? How it just planted itself on the path laid out in front of me. So now, I cant move forward, because something, someone's holding me back. The number of emails typed out -- and sent to the trash bin. How words seem to die in my throat everytime I want to talk to you, how it feels like I've sinned everytime I opened the folder containing all our pictures, how it feels to see your handwriting on random pages of my textbooks. I'll never forget how you taught me to make stones skid across the waves, never forget how you taught me to strum the strings to the tune of Contagious with your guitar picks.
Time after time, I never seem to learn my lesson. Putting my trust into the wrong friends. Distancing away from the true ones. It's like wrong to approach them now. Hell, I rlly miss those primary school and lower sec days, bcos I was happy then, and everybody's happy too. And there's no behind-your-back shitstuffs.
_____ and I were talking last night. And he said "I dont really like it now. It's like we're forced to study not for knowledge, but for exams. Everybody only care about results now. We dont have feelings for what we're studying for." We're still being "protected in the school now", which is "nurturing and building" us up for the "ugly, working society next time". We should all enjoy school, enjoy life. Who knows if you'll die tomorrow, or you'll lose something dear to you? That's life yes? I feel like I need to run away from this place, my current state of mind's just taking each day as it comes. Everything's turning ugly. Plain. Ugly. Somebody need to make more rainbows. Though, even then, I might not smile.
My archives, 23March08 --
Beauty can be a friend who knows when to sit quietly by our side. It can be found in nature or in a stunning moment of self-recognition. Beauty can be found in one special person who knocks the breath from you because he or she is honest and unique. Maybe we need to reach our own conclusions about what is beautiful and give beauty breadth and scope, so we'll always find something to celebrate in ourselves and those around us.
The Ugly Duckling:
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That's not what it's really about. It's really about the difference between who you really are and who you're supposed to be, like, according to your family. So this guy, he was born to a family of ducks And he was suppose to be beautiful or cute or whatever, in a duckish way. Everyone expects him to be. But he's not, so they're disappointed in him until he finds out he's a swan. But he still cant hang out with his family. He has to get away from the other ducks and be beautiful among swans. It's just like us, like everyone.
My mom wants me to be pretty and well dressed in this really conservative, pale-pink way. She expects me to be, because she is. Like the ducks. She thinks I'm wrong because I'm not a duck. All of us, you and me and all our friends, are swans. We're beautiful or special or whatever when we're together, but not in the way our families want us to be. They cant see it, because they think we're supposed to be like them. That's what the story's about.
Oh god, what's wrong with me. Damn.
Fuck it.
Give me something to believe in.
Time after time, I never seem to learn my lesson. Putting my trust into the wrong friends. Distancing away from the true ones. It's like wrong to approach them now. Hell, I rlly miss those primary school and lower sec days, bcos I was happy then, and everybody's happy too. And there's no behind-your-back shitstuffs.
_____ and I were talking last night. And he said "I dont really like it now. It's like we're forced to study not for knowledge, but for exams. Everybody only care about results now. We dont have feelings for what we're studying for." We're still being "protected in the school now", which is "nurturing and building" us up for the "ugly, working society next time". We should all enjoy school, enjoy life. Who knows if you'll die tomorrow, or you'll lose something dear to you? That's life yes? I feel like I need to run away from this place, my current state of mind's just taking each day as it comes. Everything's turning ugly. Plain. Ugly. Somebody need to make more rainbows. Though, even then, I might not smile.
My archives, 23March08 --
Beauty can be a friend who knows when to sit quietly by our side. It can be found in nature or in a stunning moment of self-recognition. Beauty can be found in one special person who knocks the breath from you because he or she is honest and unique. Maybe we need to reach our own conclusions about what is beautiful and give beauty breadth and scope, so we'll always find something to celebrate in ourselves and those around us.
The Ugly Duckling:
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That's not what it's really about. It's really about the difference between who you really are and who you're supposed to be, like, according to your family. So this guy, he was born to a family of ducks And he was suppose to be beautiful or cute or whatever, in a duckish way. Everyone expects him to be. But he's not, so they're disappointed in him until he finds out he's a swan. But he still cant hang out with his family. He has to get away from the other ducks and be beautiful among swans. It's just like us, like everyone.
My mom wants me to be pretty and well dressed in this really conservative, pale-pink way. She expects me to be, because she is. Like the ducks. She thinks I'm wrong because I'm not a duck. All of us, you and me and all our friends, are swans. We're beautiful or special or whatever when we're together, but not in the way our families want us to be. They cant see it, because they think we're supposed to be like them. That's what the story's about.
Oh god, what's wrong with me. Damn.
Fuck it.
Give me something to believe in.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
dancing in the moonlight
"ni hao, ni hen xing gan!"
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Tessa and Stacey's party was gr8 though they are alot of Haisians there -.-
Wonder when I can get the rest of the pictures?
Primary school friends are like the best, ever.
6 years of friendship & counting even though we're leading totally separate lives.
Jolene's ALREADY in VJC.
Atiqah's has a place secured in HWA CHONG INSTITUITION.
Trish's going RAFFLES.
Tessa's going MELBOURNE. (gonna miss you & omfgggggg how lucky!)
Jessica's doing gr8 in NANCHIAU for ALL SUBJECTS.
I'm in HAISING CATHOLIC FAILING MATHS AND SCIENCE -.-
...
And we're ALL from the same EM1 class.
Like, what the fuck.
I'd better mug hard for Os.
Donggggggg!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
things havent been good l8ly.
some ppl are just so ______________!
They have a thousand mirrors reflecting their faces.
Disgustingly hypocritical.
Chalet l8r,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESS! ♥
LOVE YOU!!!
some ppl are just so ______________!
They have a thousand mirrors reflecting their faces.
Disgustingly hypocritical.
Chalet l8r,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESS! ♥
LOVE YOU!!!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
i got gross nail colours noww
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2day was bah.
Only highlight was when OWY suddenly materialised infront of me in sportslink @ hougang mall.
Was expecting to see my father when I turned and poof!
Totally unglam reaction! (...)
Like huh??????
[!] I'm getting effin' addicted to online shopping die your momma----
2day was bah.
Only highlight was when OWY suddenly materialised infront of me in sportslink @ hougang mall.
Was expecting to see my father when I turned and poof!
Totally unglam reaction! (...)
Like huh??????
[!] I'm getting effin' addicted to online shopping die your momma----
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Nightwish
It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words.
Bye bye, beautiful.
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words.
Bye bye, beautiful.
Friday, August 1, 2008
bee gees - how deep is your love
Sometimes my feelings get so big that I just want to swim out into the darkness. Just jump off the end of the world. Sometimes I want to dig, right down to the bones of everything, digs right into the past. Sometimes when you dig, you dig up stuff you might not want to find. But that's where the good stuff lies.
Past week have been tests, coursework, tests, coursework and yet more tests and coursework.
Anyway Part B project's screwed to the max.
_l_
Yet another A1's flying away from me since TSL said Engish Mock was horrible.
[editttt]
just to vent
im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke im fucking broke _l_
should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair [?!?]
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Past week have been tests, coursework, tests, coursework and yet more tests and coursework.
Anyway Part B project's screwed to the max.
_l_
Yet another A1's flying away from me since TSL said Engish Mock was horrible.
[editttt]
just to vent
should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair should i cut hair [?!?]
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