Monday, September 24, 2007
it's no point writting it out and deleting away. (and i'm just doing that right now). this is horrible. every line, every phrase, i rewrite, retype. just to make it "clean" and more positive. okay, i'm kinda ironic, cause the word 'horrible' isn't at all a "more positive" word.
maybe instead of writting and deleting them away, i'll just stare at it and think it through before i say anything that would rather be better off censored. like you should do too, cause the world would probably be a better place.
i like things to be perfect. an awesome class. friendly people. nice people. perfect family. perfect life. perfect relationships with people.
i come from a protected childhood and background. my adversity quotient is close to a null. throw me into a pit full of bugs and i'll probably struggle for survival and if someone doesn't bring a rope down, i'll just die in there.
this is what i've chosen and mama says i shouldn't pack my bag and leave like that to every other circumstances.
if things were perfect, i'll be happy enough even if i don't own a psp.
and no, i'm not a perfectionist. this is all just a dream and desire i yearn deeply for.
and so, the story continues...
no, i'm not bored. even if i am, i'll find things to do.
the root of all evil is not that far away from you.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
rahr. i seriously can't wait for anything and everything.
i can't wait for prelims to end.
i can't wait for more time to do productive work. (it sounds crazy but yeas.)
i can't wait for holis cause i wanna soak myself in the pool again and get tan.
i can't wait weekends.
i can't wait for A levels to end. (even though it hasn't even start yet)
i can't wait for farewell assembly.
seriously, i can't wait for december to drop by.
i can't wait for fresh new start of everything nice.
just a few more weeks baby and everything will be okay. (:
and honestly? i really really miss you! oh BOY! (pulls hair, sticks out tongue, cringes eye)
(:
Monday, September 03, 2007
i'm buried under my green blanket. rahr. :(
i'm wearing my green indie cooling dress. rahr. :[
i'm in love with the colour green. rahr. :P
green, green and more green.
the trees are green.
the grass is green.
my polo tee is green.
and my pen is green.
rahr, rahr, rahr.
i'm depressed, sinking into the depths of dirty green.
depressed isn't exactly sad. but i'm kinda sad.
no angsty uproar.
no outrage of emotions.
i just need to bury myself under my green blanket,
and scream.
cause i've got no mood for almost anything.
(roar, you *****)