School's starting next week, and i hate it.
I absolutely love my hols, i realli dread sko life.
To the people in my sko, im like this very quiet person stuck in this "pretty girl group".
Like just one of em la.
But im not. I am never a quiet and dull person- Only for those people i dont know.
After almost a year, i still dont know the people there la.
The so called friends. The weird teachers.
Wtf.
Im pessimistic?
Yeah, maybe i am.
JUST FUCKING HATE SKO!
I seriously cant wait to get out of this freaking place.
I think in the mean time i'll just show them my fucking attitude or just sit there in the corner like an antisocial la.
I think i should forget bout it first, after all, i still have 1 week plus to be happy.
And then i will have to wait for the next long break.
=(
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Peeps, check out my song of the day..
Opeth- Beneath The Mire
What a magnificient piece of metal artwork.
Im amazed.
Had a realli interesting day last nite. Ha.
Though i was workin full shift, Furby came to visit me.
Went to eat dinner wit him then he went to the EZ house to cut his hair.
Blah blah blah..
and then he went back to my shop.
But its difficult not to look at his cute face even when im working.. haha..
Then he glared at me.
So i shouted at him, " DIAO ME FOR WHAT!!!"
Suddenly this ah beng looking customer wit his ah beng-lookin gay friend passed me by.
Den he look at me.
I look the other way. (Feelin so fookin' embarassed.)
And the worst thing is that stupid furby acted like he didnt hear it.
But thank God the ah beng was in good mood. Ha.
Eventually he still smiled at me and ask me to find this dvd for him.
After work Furby went into the toilet.
I was planning to scare him, so i hid behind the wall.
So i waited.. and waited.. and waited.
And finally i saw a shadow coming out of the gents..
Feelin real good with the adrenaline rush and the excitement tt's goin on..
I gave that real scary look and wit a real creepy voice i said, " RARRRRRR~!"
To my horror, it was somebody else.
Damn it.
My whole face turned red.
That guy walked a few steps forward then turned to look at me.
Reaction damn retarded.
By that time i was lol-ing. I apologised and i rushed out of the shop wit Furby ( who saw the whole thing.)
We laughed all the way from Thomson plaza to the bus stop and from the bus stop to the bus.
After that i went to J8 and saw Sharwn and Shan an.
Damn~ they never get sick of this place.
They were lookin for pretty girls.
im like wadeva.
And Sharwn made that vroom vroom joke again.
Damn~ it isnt funny alrdy, TRY SOMETHING NEW, bangla!
hehe.. that's all.. i laughed to sleep last nite thinkin bout the toilet thing.
Wad an interesting day. And its the first time i hear furby laugh so loud. =)
Opeth- Beneath The Mire
What a magnificient piece of metal artwork.
Im amazed.
Had a realli interesting day last nite. Ha.
Though i was workin full shift, Furby came to visit me.
Went to eat dinner wit him then he went to the EZ house to cut his hair.
Blah blah blah..
and then he went back to my shop.
But its difficult not to look at his cute face even when im working.. haha..
Then he glared at me.
So i shouted at him, " DIAO ME FOR WHAT!!!"
Suddenly this ah beng looking customer wit his ah beng-lookin gay friend passed me by.
Den he look at me.
I look the other way. (Feelin so fookin' embarassed.)
And the worst thing is that stupid furby acted like he didnt hear it.
But thank God the ah beng was in good mood. Ha.
Eventually he still smiled at me and ask me to find this dvd for him.
After work Furby went into the toilet.
I was planning to scare him, so i hid behind the wall.
So i waited.. and waited.. and waited.
And finally i saw a shadow coming out of the gents..
Feelin real good with the adrenaline rush and the excitement tt's goin on..
I gave that real scary look and wit a real creepy voice i said, " RARRRRRR~!"
To my horror, it was somebody else.
Damn it.
My whole face turned red.
That guy walked a few steps forward then turned to look at me.
Reaction damn retarded.
By that time i was lol-ing. I apologised and i rushed out of the shop wit Furby ( who saw the whole thing.)
We laughed all the way from Thomson plaza to the bus stop and from the bus stop to the bus.
After that i went to J8 and saw Sharwn and Shan an.
Damn~ they never get sick of this place.
They were lookin for pretty girls.
im like wadeva.
And Sharwn made that vroom vroom joke again.
Damn~ it isnt funny alrdy, TRY SOMETHING NEW, bangla!
hehe.. that's all.. i laughed to sleep last nite thinkin bout the toilet thing.
Wad an interesting day. And its the first time i hear furby laugh so loud. =)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Does being good looking really matter?
Everybody hear phrases and quote phrases.
"Beauty is only skin deep."
"Character is more important."
"Im clever, being handsome doesnt matter."
But ultimately. who doesnt have the desire to be good looking?
Even when we pass by the glass window pane, we "check out" ourselves to see whether we look presentable in that very moment.
And of course, ME, just like any other human being, share the same mindset.
It makes me feel good when someone compliments me. I dont deny this fact.
But the sad thing is, beauty doesnt last forever.
You look like Tyra Banks now, how bout 50 years later?
Who cares about an old hag (though she was Miss Universe 1950?)
Who cares about Britney Spears when there's Hilary Duff?
Who cares about MP3 when you have MP4?
Just like everything we possess in this world- Fame, Money, Material things, and even your spouse: what happens AFTER "till death do us apart?"
I dun crave being the most popular girl in the skool.
Nor i dig the "Wow-all-the-guys-want-my-number" kinda excitement.
BUT
I want to be like Daniel of the babylonians. In the bible, he dwelled in the surrondings of anti-christians, yet he was still able to shine for God.
He was physically healthy, grooms himself well, excel in arts, literature, science, and has an attitude to serve His people.
I want to be successful for Him.
Isaiah 60:1
"Arise! Shine! For your light has come!
And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you!"
Of course, people might say, "So? Im not a Christian, but i want to be successful too."
But i crave to shine for my God.
Same target, different purpose.
Everybody hear phrases and quote phrases.
"Beauty is only skin deep."
"Character is more important."
"Im clever, being handsome doesnt matter."
But ultimately. who doesnt have the desire to be good looking?
Even when we pass by the glass window pane, we "check out" ourselves to see whether we look presentable in that very moment.
And of course, ME, just like any other human being, share the same mindset.
It makes me feel good when someone compliments me. I dont deny this fact.
But the sad thing is, beauty doesnt last forever.
You look like Tyra Banks now, how bout 50 years later?
Who cares about an old hag (though she was Miss Universe 1950?)
Who cares about Britney Spears when there's Hilary Duff?
Who cares about MP3 when you have MP4?
Just like everything we possess in this world- Fame, Money, Material things, and even your spouse: what happens AFTER "till death do us apart?"
I dun crave being the most popular girl in the skool.
Nor i dig the "Wow-all-the-guys-want-my-number" kinda excitement.
BUT
I want to be like Daniel of the babylonians. In the bible, he dwelled in the surrondings of anti-christians, yet he was still able to shine for God.
He was physically healthy, grooms himself well, excel in arts, literature, science, and has an attitude to serve His people.
I want to be successful for Him.
Isaiah 60:1
"Arise! Shine! For your light has come!
And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you!"
Of course, people might say, "So? Im not a Christian, but i want to be successful too."
But i crave to shine for my God.
Same target, different purpose.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
God forbid I know I've been a letdown, stupidly reaching for the sky when im lying in a gutter.
Im sick of the pain, sick of the sorrow.
Sick of today, sick of tomorrow.
I climb to the top just to fall to the bottom.
I'm addicted to the misery in my head and I better stop before I end up dead.
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil.
I can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel.
I don't want your pity & I don't want your help.
Don't try & save me go take care of yourself
Im sick of the pain, sick of the sorrow.
Sick of today, sick of tomorrow.
I climb to the top just to fall to the bottom.
I'm addicted to the misery in my head and I better stop before I end up dead.
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil.
I can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel.
I don't want your pity & I don't want your help.
Don't try & save me go take care of yourself
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
hm. its 3.36am now, dun even noe wad the fuck im doin rite here.
mom is gonna wake up any moment and she's gonna scream in my ear if she noes im still awake.
Wasnt planning to go sko tmr aniwae.Tmr is my supposedly special day.
but it didnt start well when it hit 12 midnite. We were arguing again.
Sigh. A year ago i went to sleep wit a heart full of hope and blissful-ness.Now when i tried to sleep, my puffy eyes are so tired but my brain just cant shut down.thinkin bout him makes the tears fall again.
Just cant stop.
mom is gonna wake up any moment and she's gonna scream in my ear if she noes im still awake.
Wasnt planning to go sko tmr aniwae.Tmr is my supposedly special day.
but it didnt start well when it hit 12 midnite. We were arguing again.
Sigh. A year ago i went to sleep wit a heart full of hope and blissful-ness.Now when i tried to sleep, my puffy eyes are so tired but my brain just cant shut down.thinkin bout him makes the tears fall again.
Just cant stop.
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