You'd better wear your shades: November 2008

like the angel you are

1st paycheck!

280$ aft 4 days of work.

WIN

!!!

I'm so proud of myself.

*basks in glory*

Everything's going fucking wrong these few days and nothing's making it feel better omgawd WOES. I feel so not-myself[ly] inside my own skin and all I want to do is to crawl out from it and just hide from the rest of the whole wide world. Every morning I just want to stay in bed forever and I dont want to have a wake-up!! kind of wake up. I want to be able to go wherever I want to go with whoever I like, not worrying bout time curfews and incurring my parents' wrath, not coming home sometimes and just get drunk and giddy all over because it's kinda guilt-making and I suppose there's a sense of thrill in it that I enjoy. I want to get away from this place and do something more productive, though I have no idea what's that. I just know I need to go away from this place cuz it SUCKS. Hell, I want to be happy. No, I dont even want to be happy. I just want to be OK.

So now I have to work towards the Goal and make it true and just, y'know, make.it. And I am just so. damn. fucking. tired. I'm neither angry, pissy, or mad though I DO get a lil angsty sometimes. And very sad. But nothing complicated. They're just like the small, simple words you use to learn back when you were really really young and still playing with picture flashcards and have your daddy and mommy pointing at other lil kids when they are crying like hell and say "sad. crying. C-R-Y-I-N-G. crying." I dont blame the Goal. I set it the Goal myself and I'm determine to reach it without any help from anybody else. I just want to depend on myself this time round. I'm just getting tired by this journey[?] I've embarked on towards the Goal. This is just an ordinary kind of life, I guess? But if this is the kind of life I'm getting, then I dont want it. I just want things to go my way sometimes, so certain somethings in the world wont seem to be fucked.

I hate having to act all OK and happy just to not get the mood down when I'm with anybody though I dont succeed sometimes. OK, now I feel worse. I'm such a farking sterotypical bitch going "oh woes, observe and feel my emo gothic pain and angst as shown by my hair dye and self-multilation scars." Only that's like, not the case at all. Most of the time I wallow in self-pity, shake it off after a while and am able to laugh at myself for being so pathetic and teenage angsty-ish. But right now, I cant fucking do anything but watch myself cry.

when im w you

1st day of work's pretty ok I guess?
Hope there's no ppl with super strong accents ~~(and B.O)~~ tmrw.
And that there's NO big crowds on Sunday.
I superrrrrr like Jonathan, Christopher, Cheryl & Casselyn!!! :D

Change of mood, I rlly HATEHATEHATE to be taken for granted.
Feeling fucking murderous now argh.
_l_

Thx Geeeeeerad! :D
for y'knowwhat~~~
you're so damn mean to insult your friend okeh HAAAAAA.

she loves blueberry tea

[you're welcome bestfriend!!]

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EH YAY YAY YAY.
My new found hero returned my wallet!!!! :D
There's no need for me to remake all my bloody cards anymore!!! :D
Pssh. And he looks like Mr. Yap!!!

Starting work soon.
Urgh.

if i had to do the same again, i would

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Thinking of...

.

my lost p. cardin wallet.

*flails*

fuck the bloody fucker that picked it up and not return it.

_l_

I HATE IT when MomoMonster is right. But I hate it MORE when she has to tell me about it, like fuckknowshowmany times over and over again - with "when I was your age" anecdotes. I'm alr upset enough ffs! So just stop fucking rubbing in.

check out the other blog.
(it's a secret shhhh!!)

high and dry

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MoMoMonster stood firm on not letting me bleach my hair.
So.... No blue hair fuckkkkkk.
Still pretty sore 'bout it gah.
The stylist swore he cut 2 inches off.
What's the freakin' diff[?!]

Total xpenditure 2day's a freakin' bomb zzz someone kill me plz.

new hair omg!!

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[!!!] New hair aft 11 months.

Pretty curlsxzsxz~

XxXx

stolen - dashboard confessional

2day which is actually yesterday since it's alr 1.50am and yesterday's yesterday and yesterday's yesterday's yesterday which is 2 days before yesterday are happy dayz! :DDDDDDD

yesterday's yesterday's yesterday:
baked oreo cheezecake w the 2 sampats who retook chinese w me. (Mandy went out and bought a violet PSP unfairpoot!!)
not-very-successful cake.
made me rather sad boo.
they said im gonna make a nice housewifey hahahaha!

yesterday's yesterday:
move marathon-ed @ my house and junked like nobirdy's businezz.
rule #1 and it's a boy-girl thing is the shitzz!!
for once, none of the muuvies we randomly picked sucked.
butttttttttt, the wicked dollz is still the bestiest best movie ever! :D
slacked @ carpark and played classic truth or dare using a glass bottle omfg hahahahaha the horrible horniness, confessions, calls and dances are fckin' funneh!!

yesterday:
caught quantum of solace cuz everybody said the coffin sucked? boo.
i heart daniel craig, rather old but still very very kawaii.
*calls for Mandy*
swallowed a goop of passionfruit syrup in my bubble tea bcuz "it's funny to stir the bubble tea with the straw"!! (bloody senselense logic i swear and idk why i listened to it wtf)
the upper joint of my 4th finger fucking got cracked during the super long bus trip home and it's not funny though i MUST continue smiling and NOT get angry bcuz of some sick reason lolz.

Will start mugging again tomorrow. Oh! I'm referring to yesterday's tomorrow which is 2day!!!
And I hope this post just annoyed your shit off weeeeeee!!!!11

big woo!!!

So apparently the sole reason I had father-daughter time w Daddy and no MomoMonster (Mum, fyi) is so that my BubblyDaddy could give the I'm-so-relieved-you're-taking-your-studies-seriously talk to his 24/7Pms-yDaughter. Xcept that my BubblyDaddy is an xtreme lameass @ trying to use a little teen-lingo w me that got me stifling my laughter for the whole 1hr+ while nodding my head off in mock understanding of what he said. And right now, my studies are a really big cause for concern, or am I the one who's a cause of concern[???] But anywayyyy the fact that for me to be passing the fucking Os this time with flying colours is much more impt than anything else going through my empty head (kinda contradicting but yeh you get my drift, sadly) or in the whole www, so I can have a better FUTURE with gr8 PROSPECTS and just basically not turn out to be an old, single, sloppy hag with a crappy job and no life and die a virgin @ the age of 56 due to piles. Uhm.