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Wednesday, September 07, 2011






inspirational,
PEACE
baby

Written @ 6:43 PM


Tuesday, September 06, 2011

I might just be too bored


Written @ 11:05 PM


Wednesday, July 06, 2011



Hello red hair.

Btw it's redder in real life. I feel like a walking tomato.

I'm starting to hate my hair so i'm gna go cut it again tmr. although with it's length now. I doubt there's much to work with. Fuck short hair hate it.

Last night of parteh-ing in singapore also cannot make it, must fail until like that. LOL Mega phail.

Let's pray i'll walk out of the salon happy tmr. Can't wait to get rid of this. Good lord~!

Written @ 9:02 PM





gonna be a redhead tmr! Going for the orangey kinda red, not the red red. If anyone even understands.

Hopes it turns out red. Seriously. Its my third time dying it red.

Written @ 12:31 AM


Sunday, July 03, 2011

i'm sorry to say, but i had like the best 2 day 2 night over the weekend without constant screaming and shouting (just because u feel like it).

I was clearing my room
"CAN U THROW THE RUBBISH PLEASE. YOUR RUBBISH WE HELP U THROW ISIT. OWNSELF DUNO HOW TO THROW"

i was clearing ok. & i wasnt even done. and all the time i have to clear the rubbish for you. go out and throw. so whats the fucking big deal. First thing u do is to shout at me about everything u see. You dont try to understand u just shout. its fucking annoying ok.

Does that mean i throw my own rubbish and you go clear yours yourself?
Do you mean i just wash my own plates, your plates i leave it there for you to wash yourself?
Seriously if i fucking say that i'll get fucked again lo.

You can say u clear your own rubbish i cannot say then you clear your own rubbish? Seriously why am i even asking myself this question. OF COURSE CANNOT LUH. because i am born to clear my own shit and your shit. And you just have to clear your own shit (or let me clear your shit) and check and look if i have cleared my own shit. If i haven't, then its your wonderful time to fuck me cos i didnt clear my own shit b4 you found out. TADA.

I reach home you shout.
"JUST REACH HOME GG OUT"

I can't even remember when was the last time you TALKED to me. because 101% of the time. it was just plain shouting.

Holding a piece of paper u have to shout why i nvr bring file and shout all the day from tampines to jurong.

Seriously?

Continue to judge all you want. because i'm leaving soon~. I can't even rmb when was the time we spoke without u blasting my eardrums off. Because i gave up explaining the day u stop trying to understand me. Seriously, was there even a day you tried? Oh well. I'm fucking pissed ok.

You have that feeling like you're just sitting down in your room doing nth just munching on an apple and u get shouted for an hour because you are sitting down eating an apple. i've just experienced that half of my life ok. & now i'm just going to keep my fucking mouth shut and continue chewing on that fucking apple cos school needs money.

Fuck it.

No i will not be an ungrateful whimp who complains and then dump you aside, i wont.

& i dont understand why half the time you are saying that about me lo.

If i were to do that i wont spend thousands bringing you out on dinners, which in fact, is very sincerely of me wanting to bring you out, to somewhere nice. I really meant it lor. -oo-

I could have earned half a balenciaga. Just so u know, but i find it a point.

Even if it means you shouting at me half the time. I'll just eat mine and u eat yours. invisible wall in front of us to filter the sounds off. Nice as that. No conflict. Seriously. I hate people shouting at other people, people shouting at me and more people shouting at more people. When i get angry, i try to look annoyed and keep quiet.

My point is, i'm just very jaded of all those shouting ok. ll just try to do my own things nicely and don't touch u. just don't touch u so we can all avoid this all over again.

Written @ 9:18 PM


Friday, July 01, 2011

Hi world. i have 1 1/2 hour before i need to start getting ready and pack my stuffs. I'm bored like fuck seriously. Cos all my shows are downloading like snail speed. & i can't finish watching the ones i downloaded because i can easily finish 1 season in one day. & i'm keeping it for aussie when i'm friendless and bored as usual.

Like all of a sudden, i'm starting to feel leaving Singapore isn't that much of a big deal anymore. I can't wait to leave. GOSH. technically speaking it's just 12 more days away to leaving this place of misery. LIKE ANYONE CARES. I think i have only one bff and one bf in my life that was actually worth contacting for my remaining days. LOL. exciting much.

Actually, after 19+ years of my life, i still feel i'm not that incline to meet new people. I'm very happy to be in my own world with 1 bff and 1 bf. Happy as that. All that i love interacting with people and meet new people, probably just pops out during interviews. Let me get this straight, I don't reject, but i'm not the kind to make the first move to make the acquaintanceship progress. If you don't hang out with me, i just couldn't care less k. I love staying at home and whining about how bored i am, without actually doing anything to improve the situation. Thats funny cos fat asks me all the time why don't i hang out with my friends.

My reply, forever as always "i have no friends" (Y)

& having lesser friends = going out lesser = spending lesser money = having more money

This post is so irrelevant, my life is so no not worth mentioning in it's current status. Just leave me to rot.

Goodbye world.

Written @ 1:27 PM


Saturday, June 18, 2011





Can you please tell me why bulldogs are so ridiculously CUTEEEEEE.

zomg

Written @ 2:13 AM



I NEED MONEY!!! CAN YOU PLEASE DROP FROM HEAVEN.

I'M SPENDING 1K ON AVERAGE EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'M SO SCREWED. ONCE IT'S JULY. I'LL BE SPENDING 5K A MONTH. PILING DEBTS OF 120K BY 2012. GOD SAVE ME. HOW CAN I EVER CLEAR ALL THESE SKY HIGH DEBTS.

On a happier note. I got myself a macbook pro. so happy for myself. Sort of my first laptop. if you considered the old mac to be "nobody want to use, then give me one" & i paid it for myself ok. So proud of myself.

OMG i love my macbook pro. the old one is fucking shitty. It's 5 -6 years already. I KNOW.

Written @ 2:01 AM


Saturday, June 11, 2011

My sincere apologies for not searching for information on google and asking you as my personal trip advisor. How dumb of me. It’s like me thinking that YSL caters for plus size. I see that sentence as intellectually offensive, and after my very intellectual debate between me myself and I,I have come to a strong conclusion that, having said such a sentence may also prove your lack of EQ, like how I lack mine by saying I want to stay alone in a foreign country.

Well, I appreciate how helpful in front of others you may seem, but it yet proves a point to me that, nice people are nice because they are not nice. 2nd time in my life to judge people wrongly. Proud to say I have always been very cautious about nice people, but well, I have to learn from my mistakes.

I must say that you are definitely perfect for the job. Outstanding for the job. The grasp of words from alive become dead, dead become alive, got dinner become got breakfast. How skillful. I guess I lost that round by not asking you to refer to the info that’s printed to you, when you came to me with questions. “Well, you should check the stack of paper then. I mean I don’t understand why do I have to print so many copies of that when you don’t read and ask me for info when you can get it all there. I’m not your personal advisor for today you know”

Well, as if seating in the middle, absorbing sounds wasn’t enough, some extra one have to prove your existence by emphasizing that I have been asking too much questions as if she was my personal advisor. I suggest you should continue absorbing sounds and shutup. Well since you are having a hard time coping with the rising inflation LOCALLY. I suggest we shouldn’t even touch about overseas for you. You can move to Malaysia instead.

Let me get this clear my question was: “well then how much is it to take a train from Brisbane to Sydney”

Is it that hard? Well if you didn’t realize I actually know google a long time back, if not for that I wouldn’t even have heard of AUSTRALIA.

I don’t see personal opinions wrong, but I don’t see why you should enforce it on me. It’s my own money, and if I choose to spend more of money on studio apartments instead of sharing with people, its basically my own choice. I guess for you, you should worry about your utilities for next month in Singapore.

Wait, have you studied overseas b4? Oh ok. I’m sorry that your opinion wouldn’t applicable yet again.

3 points for you to stay silent and stop por-ing lam pa.

Finally, I hate myself for not being able to speak up especially when I’m flaming inside. And when I come to the screen knnbccb just flies out. I don’t actually use that btw, probably less than 3 times in my life. Just to say. But fuck I just gave an awkward face, walk away and sit in a corner. I just need half of zhiwei’s bitchiness I can slap you up down left right already. Damnit. But then again. I don’t wish to cause a scene with you just 30 minutes before the whole thing ends. But then again, I could use that attention.

Deep down inside you just want to feel superior because of seniority factor, They just like to step on those whom they can, just because being 1 century older, it makes you look wiser.

For now, I don’t seem to have much of a choice, I just have to suck all the shit, stay as an undergraduate until next year.


Written @ 9:21 PM


Tuesday, May 31, 2011

a rather life changing weekend.

So i've got this weird 1cm thingamajig in my cervixs and an extra PCO syndrome that comes along with it. It's quite obvious that my hormones are not being quite themselves for this past 2years or so. But then it sucks to know the fact that something is going to happen to you physically and that's not very pleasant.

It isn't that serious as a matter of fact but now that a day has passed. I'm beginning to be feel the after effect. I'm quite afraid that there might be more complications. Quite. I have to get that damn thing cut off.

It's really not that bad initially. Having an extra lump of i have no idea whats that gives me the privilege to get it my way. When people complain about how sucky their life is. I'll shoot back with a "i have a 1cm tumor inside me and a weird PCO syndrome and i'm not complaining. so whats your problem, please shutup."

Its not a big deal to have my right ovary infertile. Then after scanning through the report, my right one is twice the size of the left one. So it totally translates into 66.666666% lesser chances of being pregnant. Which is more than 50% and close to 70% (also known as an A2). Not that i want to get pregnant now. Pregnant women and babies scares me.

At most i'll get more hormonal changes, grow hair, become manly, grow a beard, get more fucking acne (walao damn sian), and finally evolved into a man when i come back to Singapore 1.5 years l8r.

"Hi, mom and dad, good news, its a boy"

Ouh. and probably get cervical cancer.

Worst Case Scenario.

At least without the comforting words or encouragement, why flood me with your insensitive comments about my medical condition. "Oh you are suay to get this" *continue ignoring me* Does it actually feel nice to say that? This whole incident gave me like a totally different perspective of life and relationships.

I don't think it's quite possible to continue my life having to swallow and stay silent with the verbal insults poured to me every single day. The point is that being me, i cannot stay silent. And if i don't i will nag and nag till the sun sets and i'll get 10times the verbal abuse back at me. So i have to keep my mouth shut so when i get verbal abuse x1 i wouldn't get it 10 times the power back. BUT I JUST CANNOT SHUTUP.

"You are a bitch"
"why do you call me a bitch, why? why do you have to say that? Do u know its awful? Do you feel joy in saying that?"
*Fumes* "You are a bitch x10 and because you are a bitch i'm going to record your whole conversation."

And you record me nagging. Does that appease you? Seriously? Oh lord. Why did this even happen. And because i don't want to get recorded. (Seriously damn fucking childish i should have just keep my mouth shut tightly with industrial tape from the start) i shut up, go to the toilet and hit the wall bang my head flush myself down the toilet bowl. I should have just kept quiet from the start right?

I get this weird lump in my cervix and a weird syndrome that causes me to have more than average male hormones (Seriously damn WTF LUH) & i have to suck up all the insensitive comments from you. Then again i'm not dying but it sucks be unhealthy luh ok.

It doesn't feel very good lo. Like hello look. people around me are healthy i am not i have a weird illness that i have to live with hormonal medication. Sucks ok. And the damn thing is making me feel nausea and its annoying, i wouldn't say its that bad. Just rather irritating. I know you don't have it. But you don't have to make me feel that way. Its not as if i'm dying its just that i have to schedule so many medical appointments now i have no idea if i can make it by the end of the month. & its pissing me off because i am leaving soon.

On the brighter note. Fuck Singapore, i'm gg to aussie soon.

Written @ 12:53 PM


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