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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


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