Monday, February 26, 2007
Rip off the wings of a butterfly. Bbq was G-G-Great!
I played the swing like after God knows how many billion years.
And I refused to let Waynne play.
Yes, I know, I'm fighting with a six year old over a swing, cannot is it?
So I refused to let him, and Waynne went to emo-one-corner.
Oh, fine lo, I had to give in.
asdhfadlshfal;I really wanted to play the swing, you know.
Sigh, just because he's six, and when he emo-one-corner, he gets to play.
And just because I'm eighteen, when I emo-one-corner, I have to get my fat arse off the swing, and nobody gives a shit about me.
Where is the love?
Boohoo, I wanted to play the swing eh.
Kids these days, are just so selfish, like Sherry but Waynne's soo much more adorable than Sherry.
Pfft, so I went to play scooter.
Like, bloody hell, what generation already still play scooter?
But when kids don't let you play the swing, you just got to play the damn kick-scooter, which is apparently half your fugly size.
Just imagine, back then I could even do the supposed "stunts" on it, and if I attempt to do them now, I'll break my fragile old bones or even break the god damn scooter.
Sigh. And I still love playing the swing, makes me feel ... I don't know, as if nothing is tying me down.
Waynne's emo-one-corner!
Waynne and his birthday cake! soooo adorableee.
I ♥ LYNETTE!
Went crazy with cousins, so many people, like my ahgong's brothers and sisters came as well, and there were like, three generations of people all in the bbq pit and in the house.
Imagine the noise!
Played mj again with uncle kelly, uncle mike and aunt clara.
Uncle kelly was guarding me like fuck.
But I still won alil, aunt clara won the most, like more than 300 bucks. How LUCKY!
I want that kindda luck as well.
Stayed over at aunt clara's crib.
Slept in one room with valerie, waynne, sherry and glenn.
Chit-chatted with glenn and valerie till 2-3am and all fell asleep.
I seriously miss sleep-overs with cousins!
Valerie and I ♥ 
Yesterday Valerie came over to bake at my crib and we made choc mousse cake.
I think val is a very sensible girl and I would be so bloody happy to have her as a daug.
She was so happy that day because she says her 2 bros would never bake, paint nails and read/search recipes together with her.
She went back with the choc cake happily that day (;
Then I went to duckie's crib for steamboat.
Jas, ahlin, fishy and I reached the earliest so we played one round of mj while waiting for the rest to arrive.
MJ craze(;
Duckie's dad kept taking photos of us while we were eating and ahlin's the greedy pig. hahahaha.
After dinner, played bj and I won around 16bucks(;
Then ahlin left first, followed by jas and vone then ginny and xiaoxue.
So eunice, orhping, fishy and I played mj till 230am.
And halfway through, dad called me to question me about sherry's PE shorts. WTF!
It's her fucking shorts and if it's that fucking important, she could jolly well wash it hersef right?!
Fucking annoying!
So I hurry finish the one round of mj and went home.
In the end, she was already asleep and I didn't bring my crib's key so I called her like a million times.
She didn't even responded!
So I went back to duckie's crib cause my area wasn't all safe at night.
And continued playing mj till 5am and fishy, orhping and eunice acc me back home.
Thanks girls!
ps: please stop mentioning that frightening old ah ma that I always bumped into at my stairs.
The rest of today was spent sleeping.
Don't you just hate it when people keeps calling you 'emo' when all you did was speak your thoughts and emotions?
Since speaking your own thoughts and emotions meant being called 'emo' a few hundred times by others, it's really no wonder why people don't open up, and have a thousand masks to hide behind until they don't know who they really are anymore.
Sometimes, you just don't know who the fuck to trust anymore.
Sometimes we ask ourselves, "What's the point?" and sometimes, I'm just terrible at this whole "living" thing.
If you aren't even a little bit depressed, then you must not be paying attention to what's going on around you.
Will be meeting jon for coffee tomorrow.
Like, I know, finally.
I think there should be at least five times whereby he said, " ... coffee?" and I said I can't because I was too busy.
Since, I'm free tmr and new year, fine, I'll go.
Better set reminder else I'll forget and then that poor boy will sit at Starbucks and rot and curse me in five gazillion hokkein bad words till I burn in hell, or something.
Bloody shit asdfhdasfdas; I've a fucking outbreak.
Must be the period, must be ...
& Cheebees, don't tell me to drink more water, not like that would help either.
go figureThen again,
I've heard so much about you.
How can it be after so long you're still living in your own world?
It's so hard to believe you are still the pack of lies you have always been.
It's clear to see that friendship has never been something you could manage.
How utterly pathetic.
My sympathy goes out to you.
After all this time , isn't it conspicuous enough for you to see that people has turned away from you.
Perhaps you only have yourself to blame.
You make a mess outta everything and you expect people to clean up after you.
You might never be reading this I know .
But I somehow wish you might stumble upon it and feel guilty about yourself.
feel VERY guilty in fact.
And you know you're so guilty it's disgusting.
I do pity you, you know?
For all these stuffs you'd made up about yourself.
And you turned out to be what others say; you're not who I thought you were. Why?Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.
Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then thank you!
If you hate me then fuck you!
