Saturday, March 31, 2007
- Augustana -
Because there was no baddy on Thursday, and I was ditched yet again from lunch, i spent the day with Michelle and Richard looking for a ralph polo so we could have ice-cream. The outcomes were silly because 1. we gave up and went to have ice-cream anyway; and 2. we saw the ralph polo while walking towards the ref.
How come stupid Utopia doesn't have David Tao's 'Katrina'? I want HitStudio!! Speaking of HS, I wonder if I missed out on anything interesting last night. Last night was Mambo. Oh well. Best not dwell on it.
This week, I'm looking foward to handing in my op-ed and Allied Health. And a non-sober night out.
Sometimes I make stupid comments even when I'm not under the influence of ____. If you were ever genuinely hurt by them, I'm sorry. I don't mean to.
How come stupid Utopia doesn't have David Tao's 'Katrina'? I want HitStudio!! Speaking of HS, I wonder if I missed out on anything interesting last night. Last night was Mambo. Oh well. Best not dwell on it.
This week, I'm looking foward to handing in my op-ed and Allied Health. And a non-sober night out.
Sometimes I make stupid comments even when I'm not under the influence of ____. If you were ever genuinely hurt by them, I'm sorry. I don't mean to.
-{ missing you 3/31/2007 05:12:00 pm }-
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
- I dreamt of him saying he'll leave her for me -
*waves frantically* My head is full of so many thoughts and it's time to do some cleansing.
Thoughts of what? I'm not too sure myself. It feel heavy and full.
Had an interesting night the other night. Ok, maybe I should just come out and say it 'cos we were all thinking it. Boring. Boring night out. But I wasn't too bothered. What bothered me was seeing someone from my past.
Yep. My past, my highschool past that is. And it's time for some revealing for those who may be curious -looking at you Kim-.
Should I name? No, maybe I shouldn't 'cos it's not gonna end pretty.
He was cute, confident and funny. On the first week of highschool, he came and talked to me. And there it began, my affiliation with ... him. Let's call it the highschool crush. Indeed it was. It was sooo teeny-bopper, I feel embarrassed thinking about it. And the fact that I grew up so much during those days.
So it was like, shy little me, admiring him from a distance. What, was it.. like the following year we did start to talk. Small talk.. but the funny thing is, I really think he was that part of my life that was really insignificant, because I don't remember much of the days with him. Other things I remember. Other things meant much more to me. But yeah, small talk. I got over my crush in that year, and the next year my friend befriended him. And that's when I started to see this other side of him. The wiked evil side of him. The almost gay side of him. I never knew a bitchier guy. He obviously had something against me or my friends because he would do all sorts of lame things like bitch about 'her' to me. And apparantly he did the same vice versa. I found that out at a time I didn't care anymore, or else that would've upset me.
He even ruined was it the year 11 ball? I didn't go, I watched the debacle. I think it was him anyway. He could've been our friend. But he chose not to.
He changed the way I viewed people. He was that one guy that was genuinely good but chose not to show it. I really think I did something to offend him. But I don't know and it doesn't matter now like it never mattered then.
He was the one who foreshadowed all the people that I would meet that were just as bad as him, and he allowed me to be strong about it, live through it. He doesn't know how much he's done for me, and neither did I for that fact. It's just that it's the feeling I get when I see him.
And that night I saw him. I think he saw me too. But I chose to ignore. I really wanted to give him a hug. He gives the best hugs. I wanted to pretend we were old friends, like that photo that we took shows. Pretend like we pretended back in the highschool days.
Pretend like everything is ok.
Poo. Now I'm all glum. All I do is think. Think about the summer, thinking about silly things that don't mean a thing. And the sucker that I am. Cos all I want is confirmation and it always hurts. I'm always hurting myself.
Someone please cheer me up for tomorrow. I don't want to be glum tomorrow.
I have Lost Prophets. yay.
honestly,
couldn't be with me
like it was before
neither less or more
because when I close my eyes at night I realized that no one else could ever take your place
I still can feel and its so real
when your touching me
kisses endlessly
its just a place in the sun
where our loves began
I miss you
yes I miss you
I always stuff this part up, need more karaoking. *hint*
Thoughts of what? I'm not too sure myself. It feel heavy and full.
Had an interesting night the other night. Ok, maybe I should just come out and say it 'cos we were all thinking it. Boring. Boring night out. But I wasn't too bothered. What bothered me was seeing someone from my past.
Yep. My past, my highschool past that is. And it's time for some revealing for those who may be curious -looking at you Kim-.
Should I name? No, maybe I shouldn't 'cos it's not gonna end pretty.
He was cute, confident and funny. On the first week of highschool, he came and talked to me. And there it began, my affiliation with ... him. Let's call it the highschool crush. Indeed it was. It was sooo teeny-bopper, I feel embarrassed thinking about it. And the fact that I grew up so much during those days.
So it was like, shy little me, admiring him from a distance. What, was it.. like the following year we did start to talk. Small talk.. but the funny thing is, I really think he was that part of my life that was really insignificant, because I don't remember much of the days with him. Other things I remember. Other things meant much more to me. But yeah, small talk. I got over my crush in that year, and the next year my friend befriended him. And that's when I started to see this other side of him. The wiked evil side of him. The almost gay side of him. I never knew a bitchier guy. He obviously had something against me or my friends because he would do all sorts of lame things like bitch about 'her' to me. And apparantly he did the same vice versa. I found that out at a time I didn't care anymore, or else that would've upset me.
He even ruined was it the year 11 ball? I didn't go, I watched the debacle. I think it was him anyway. He could've been our friend. But he chose not to.
He changed the way I viewed people. He was that one guy that was genuinely good but chose not to show it. I really think I did something to offend him. But I don't know and it doesn't matter now like it never mattered then.
He was the one who foreshadowed all the people that I would meet that were just as bad as him, and he allowed me to be strong about it, live through it. He doesn't know how much he's done for me, and neither did I for that fact. It's just that it's the feeling I get when I see him.
And that night I saw him. I think he saw me too. But I chose to ignore. I really wanted to give him a hug. He gives the best hugs. I wanted to pretend we were old friends, like that photo that we took shows. Pretend like we pretended back in the highschool days.
Pretend like everything is ok.
Poo. Now I'm all glum. All I do is think. Think about the summer, thinking about silly things that don't mean a thing. And the sucker that I am. Cos all I want is confirmation and it always hurts. I'm always hurting myself.
Someone please cheer me up for tomorrow. I don't want to be glum tomorrow.
I have Lost Prophets. yay.
honestly,
couldn't be with me
like it was before
neither less or more
because when I close my eyes at night I realized that no one else could ever take your place
I still can feel and its so real
when your touching me
kisses endlessly
its just a place in the sun
where our loves began
I miss you
yes I miss you
I always stuff this part up, need more karaoking. *hint*
-{ missing you 3/28/2007 07:42:00 pm }-
Friday, March 23, 2007
- Superficialities that make us giggle -
Helllloooo! It's been a while. Lost all urges to blog and now I'm all fresh with blog frenzy again. Or so I hope ;P
Anyways, ever since last entry post................ omg, it was on Wednesday! Man, it feels like I haven't blogged for ages! Oh well, two days is quite tough for me I guess, hahaha.
Weelll, since then, not much has happened. Other than the numerous NUMEROUS attempts to catch up with an old friend whereby one of us will always be busy. We've been taking turns contacting each other (quite silly I guess) and I think he smsd me out for lunch on Thursday so, damn. It's my turn. It's gonna be a while. Borders and presentation and, something-else-important... rawr.
Today was excursion day! Now when would you EVER hear a university student say the word 'excursion'? It was down town to the ChungWah Association to hear Kayleen Poon talk how Northbridge used to be very Asian. It sounded like good ol' days. The almost best part was the dimsum, 'cept it was at Jade Dynasty. Gah. But eventually it turned out to be good because our table started bitching about that fucking neo-liberalist Jeff. Double RAWR. (And no. Nobody hates him because he's neo-liberalist. It's 'cos he's Jeff. ANd a major prick.)
Then I went to the city after to look for a ear piercing place. Seems like chemists don't do the top of the ear anymore. Which means I have to fork out the $30 at the piercing place. Sigh. I'm beginning to see this spending trend of mine. I also went to Myers to look at the Shiseido skincare range. THAT'S gonna cost me another $250. And Joseph wants to go Super go-carting?? I think not.
ANd then today I saw this guy promo-ing that mens parfum. The black one in front of Myers? Damn I forgot what it was, Polo? ANYWAYS, the guy was HOT. Aaand asian :D Well I think he was. And he looked sooooo familiar! (My usual lines) I tried to get a better look but couldn't :(( It could be that customer 'John'. But he soo don't look like a metro guy to do that sorta thing. DAMNN metro. I loved his hair. And everything else. HEEEEHEHEHE
...Feature page from The Australian by Peter Lalor: There are tremendous pressures from the entertainment industry that is professional sport and they are such that players can become slaves to it and lose themselves, and that's what I think could be happening to some players
I can relate! Oh god, I CAN relateee. Fuck, if you can do it too, so bloody well can I.
Anyways, ever since last entry post................ omg, it was on Wednesday! Man, it feels like I haven't blogged for ages! Oh well, two days is quite tough for me I guess, hahaha.
Weelll, since then, not much has happened. Other than the numerous NUMEROUS attempts to catch up with an old friend whereby one of us will always be busy. We've been taking turns contacting each other (quite silly I guess) and I think he smsd me out for lunch on Thursday so, damn. It's my turn. It's gonna be a while. Borders and presentation and, something-else-important... rawr.
Today was excursion day! Now when would you EVER hear a university student say the word 'excursion'? It was down town to the ChungWah Association to hear Kayleen Poon talk how Northbridge used to be very Asian. It sounded like good ol' days. The almost best part was the dimsum, 'cept it was at Jade Dynasty. Gah. But eventually it turned out to be good because our table started bitching about that fucking neo-liberalist Jeff. Double RAWR. (And no. Nobody hates him because he's neo-liberalist. It's 'cos he's Jeff. ANd a major prick.)
Then I went to the city after to look for a ear piercing place. Seems like chemists don't do the top of the ear anymore. Which means I have to fork out the $30 at the piercing place. Sigh. I'm beginning to see this spending trend of mine. I also went to Myers to look at the Shiseido skincare range. THAT'S gonna cost me another $250. And Joseph wants to go Super go-carting?? I think not.
ANd then today I saw this guy promo-ing that mens parfum. The black one in front of Myers? Damn I forgot what it was, Polo? ANYWAYS, the guy was HOT. Aaand asian :D Well I think he was. And he looked sooooo familiar! (My usual lines) I tried to get a better look but couldn't :(( It could be that customer 'John'. But he soo don't look like a metro guy to do that sorta thing. DAMNN metro. I loved his hair. And everything else. HEEEEHEHEHE
...Feature page from The Australian by Peter Lalor: There are tremendous pressures from the entertainment industry that is professional sport and they are such that players can become slaves to it and lose themselves, and that's what I think could be happening to some players
I can relate! Oh god, I CAN relateee. Fuck, if you can do it too, so bloody well can I.
-{ missing you 3/23/2007 10:41:00 pm }-
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
- NFG - When I die -
Mood: fuckdamncrap.
Heehee, I know it's not a mood.
Weelll, I confirmed purchase. $160 at Yesstyle. *sighsighsigh*. I never spend this much when I go shopping (not including Malaysia). So I blame the net. Rawr.
They better be goddamnnn worth it.
Borders stocktake next week. Yay. Looking forward to it :))
Heehee, I know it's not a mood.
Weelll, I confirmed purchase. $160 at Yesstyle. *sighsighsigh*. I never spend this much when I go shopping (not including Malaysia). So I blame the net. Rawr.
They better be goddamnnn worth it.
Borders stocktake next week. Yay. Looking forward to it :))
-{ missing you 3/21/2007 03:52:00 pm }-
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
- Filial piety -
Who knew that so many of us could really relate to this post?
It seems that recently most of us are getting an ear-bashing from our elders. And maybe ear-bashing is not the right word to use, especially in the context of this post.
It is one of the first virtues of Chinese culture (or Confucian culture you may say) and we fail to carry this out. Filial piety means to - NOT rebel against Them, show respect and support, take care of Them, just to name a few. These are specifically the areas which we have lacked in.
I'm pretty sure, and I hope I speak for everyone that we ARE really decent kids. So why the rebellion? Why must we carry on knowing that it is not for the goodness of our parents? Yes, we do have our reasons, so let's not point out the obvious.
But we do not feel bad for what we do because 1. We did it anyway; and 2. We'll do it again. We're developed with too much free thought and human rights forced into our heads that They can't bash us half to death when we rock up home drunk, 3am in the morning. Instead, they can only, talk and grieve.
But we're ok. We're not fucked up in any sort of way and I think our future is bright. Even though it may not mean wealth and assets. But we'll struggle the human struggle just like everyone else. Why can't They see that? How can we make them see that we are looking ahead, that it's all just a moments fun.
Reality is that they refuse to see it. They're just preparing for the moment when we throw our lives away as ice addicts, marry a useless drunkard/ slut-for-a-wife. They are preparing for the worse. And that is an INSULT to us. And there are two things you can do. Change and be a better child. Or just ignore it and show them later on in life. Both have its perks. Both are two VERY different paths.
My mum's got me convinced that I'm no longer the obedient child I once was. She's sure I'm a 'mei yong de hai zi', ' yi hou bu hui zhao gu fumu de'. That last one, she thinks I won't take care of them in the future and leave them to die.. or some shit like that. More like trying to make me feel bad. But it's MORE like she knows I WILL take care of them and do everything for them because they have given ME everything. See? Preparing herself for the worst.
And I say, whatever. And to be on the safe side, I might lean towards not having children 'cos being a parent is probably hell. And I don't need no bad karma firing back at me.
It seems that recently most of us are getting an ear-bashing from our elders. And maybe ear-bashing is not the right word to use, especially in the context of this post.
It is one of the first virtues of Chinese culture (or Confucian culture you may say) and we fail to carry this out. Filial piety means to - NOT rebel against Them, show respect and support, take care of Them, just to name a few. These are specifically the areas which we have lacked in.
I'm pretty sure, and I hope I speak for everyone that we ARE really decent kids. So why the rebellion? Why must we carry on knowing that it is not for the goodness of our parents? Yes, we do have our reasons, so let's not point out the obvious.
But we do not feel bad for what we do because 1. We did it anyway; and 2. We'll do it again. We're developed with too much free thought and human rights forced into our heads that They can't bash us half to death when we rock up home drunk, 3am in the morning. Instead, they can only, talk and grieve.
But we're ok. We're not fucked up in any sort of way and I think our future is bright. Even though it may not mean wealth and assets. But we'll struggle the human struggle just like everyone else. Why can't They see that? How can we make them see that we are looking ahead, that it's all just a moments fun.
Reality is that they refuse to see it. They're just preparing for the moment when we throw our lives away as ice addicts, marry a useless drunkard/ slut-for-a-wife. They are preparing for the worse. And that is an INSULT to us. And there are two things you can do. Change and be a better child. Or just ignore it and show them later on in life. Both have its perks. Both are two VERY different paths.
My mum's got me convinced that I'm no longer the obedient child I once was. She's sure I'm a 'mei yong de hai zi', ' yi hou bu hui zhao gu fumu de'. That last one, she thinks I won't take care of them in the future and leave them to die.. or some shit like that. More like trying to make me feel bad. But it's MORE like she knows I WILL take care of them and do everything for them because they have given ME everything. See? Preparing herself for the worst.
And I say, whatever. And to be on the safe side, I might lean towards not having children 'cos being a parent is probably hell. And I don't need no bad karma firing back at me.
-{ missing you 3/20/2007 12:13:00 am }-
Monday, March 19, 2007
- It's all because of you -
Your my sunshine after the rain,
your the cure against my fear and my pain
'cause I’m losing my mind,
when your not around.
It's all...it's all because of you. :))
It doesn't mean anything. I just totally fell in love with the song. 98 Degrees! I know, it's so old and corny but I love I love I love I love! Beware that if you're going to go karaoking with me the next time, this song is priority!! And also *cough*5ive - keep on movin'*cough. *winkz!*
I also found out recently that mr. Brightside was from the Killers. So oblivious when it comes to them. I fucking heart this song everytime I hear it.. just never knew who and name. And what do you know? 'Somebody told me' is theirs as well. I'm sad. One sad sad cookie.
And FOB! zomfg, I moved on from p!atd. And my bro likes 'This ain't a scene, it's an arms race'!! Of all people! JayC!! mwahahaha, I feel like we can start a new FOB revelation.
Gah, above all this, I need new music. New stuff to obsess about.
I've been thinking and thinking and thinking about the things to blog. About what I'm gonna do in two weeks time. About what I'm gonna do with the money that I am saving up for that all important moment. About these up coming holidays. About my well approaching 20. About my non-existent travelling future. About my non-existent simple life.
Yeahhh, I'm 'supposed' to be at uni now. But I'm not am I?
your the cure against my fear and my pain
'cause I’m losing my mind,
when your not around.
It's all...it's all because of you. :))
It doesn't mean anything. I just totally fell in love with the song. 98 Degrees! I know, it's so old and corny but I love I love I love I love! Beware that if you're going to go karaoking with me the next time, this song is priority!! And also *cough*5ive - keep on movin'*cough. *winkz!*
I also found out recently that mr. Brightside was from the Killers. So oblivious when it comes to them. I fucking heart this song everytime I hear it.. just never knew who and name. And what do you know? 'Somebody told me' is theirs as well. I'm sad. One sad sad cookie.
And FOB! zomfg, I moved on from p!atd. And my bro likes 'This ain't a scene, it's an arms race'!! Of all people! JayC!! mwahahaha, I feel like we can start a new FOB revelation.
Gah, above all this, I need new music. New stuff to obsess about.
I've been thinking and thinking and thinking about the things to blog. About what I'm gonna do in two weeks time. About what I'm gonna do with the money that I am saving up for that all important moment. About these up coming holidays. About my well approaching 20. About my non-existent travelling future. About my non-existent simple life.
Yeahhh, I'm 'supposed' to be at uni now. But I'm not am I?
-{ missing you 3/19/2007 11:29:00 am }-
Friday, March 16, 2007
- MnG sins -
As I hand washed that black top of mine, the water began to turn a murky black, running down the drain leaving it's dirty trails and soap suds.
I know that the top was black hence the colour of the water, but I couldn't help but think it was the dirt I was washing off. And not like yucky dirt, but the metaphorical dirt that I was washing off.
The silly and stupid things I did, the wrong things I did, the illegal things I did, the people I upset.
It was just a thought.
I finally finished Mars.
I know that the top was black hence the colour of the water, but I couldn't help but think it was the dirt I was washing off. And not like yucky dirt, but the metaphorical dirt that I was washing off.
The silly and stupid things I did, the wrong things I did, the illegal things I did, the people I upset.
It was just a thought.
I finally finished Mars.
-{ missing you 3/16/2007 02:42:00 pm }-
Thursday, March 15, 2007
- You taught me to Lust -
It's amazing when people tell you things, you kind of just listen, nod, say yes.
Why is it we have to learn the hard way? When they told you politics was dirty, you had to do politics to see how dirty they really get. When they said don't run on the path, it took a bloody nose to figure out why.
They tell us so much. And they mean well. But can we help it? nooo. No no no. A bunch of shitheads we are. Because when we are on the floor crying holding onto our skinned knee, we come to realisation. I guess if you look at it. That's what the pain sensors are for. That's what tears were made for. Wait, I know what they're really for, I meant the fact they come when you are hurt. And that's why we have the word sad.
Tell me and I forget,
show me and I remember.
Involve me and I understand.
I quoted this a while ago. But it just kinds of reinforces what I said. Kind of. It's also more of an excuse to get someone to tell you something.
You know when someone tells you something that they expect in life, eg. in high school my friend was telling me the exact age she was going to get married, or like where exactly someone expects to be in two years time, stuff like that right? Well, how much of these factors can we control?
Duhh, we're never always in control. And maybe I wasn't making much sense in that last paragraph. I'm really mean. When people tell me things that they expect in life which I personally think is stupidly impossible, I get all these thoughts like, 'dude! It ain't gonna happen!' because that's the way my mind works. I don't think anything works out as planned.
Things only go well when you're really not feeling up for it but make the effort to try it anyway.
I duunnoo. My interview went well, thanks for asking.
~Listening to: Cartel album
Why is it we have to learn the hard way? When they told you politics was dirty, you had to do politics to see how dirty they really get. When they said don't run on the path, it took a bloody nose to figure out why.
They tell us so much. And they mean well. But can we help it? nooo. No no no. A bunch of shitheads we are. Because when we are on the floor crying holding onto our skinned knee, we come to realisation. I guess if you look at it. That's what the pain sensors are for. That's what tears were made for. Wait, I know what they're really for, I meant the fact they come when you are hurt. And that's why we have the word sad.
Tell me and I forget,
show me and I remember.
Involve me and I understand.
I quoted this a while ago. But it just kinds of reinforces what I said. Kind of. It's also more of an excuse to get someone to tell you something.
You know when someone tells you something that they expect in life, eg. in high school my friend was telling me the exact age she was going to get married, or like where exactly someone expects to be in two years time, stuff like that right? Well, how much of these factors can we control?
Duhh, we're never always in control. And maybe I wasn't making much sense in that last paragraph. I'm really mean. When people tell me things that they expect in life which I personally think is stupidly impossible, I get all these thoughts like, 'dude! It ain't gonna happen!' because that's the way my mind works. I don't think anything works out as planned.
Things only go well when you're really not feeling up for it but make the effort to try it anyway.
I duunnoo. My interview went well, thanks for asking.
~Listening to: Cartel album
-{ missing you 3/15/2007 09:30:00 pm }-
- Ling - Mars OST theme song -
It's all finally wearing off and am beginning to feel the humiliation.
Why didn't I feel it before? All the things I said, all the things I did, the emotions that I felt.
humiliated.
Why didn't I feel it before? All the things I said, all the things I did, the emotions that I felt.
humiliated.
-{ missing you 3/15/2007 03:58:00 pm }-
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
- Long-ing for sweet November -
Blue skies and sunny days. Describes my mood. :)
Well, kind of. There's not much to be angry or emo about. Apart from today where I had a stupid argument with dad (his fault) and my tute presentation with Niss. I'd like to congratulate her for handling EVERYTHING so well. She's such a pro, and dealing with Greg; koudos Niss! I hope I didn't hinder your deserved marks *shies*
On the up side. Wait, there's an up side? WOW, what could it be?
Oh my goodness! It's my mood! I'm in a state of I-don't-care. I haven't been to class except for the ONE due to my presentation. And I'm not planning to go to any until Friday for tute. Tomorrow I have a job interview, which I also do not care about.
:))) I don't know why I am so happy. If you know please tell me why because I don't want the feeling to fade. I don't want my bubble to burst. I just want people to be around so I can share my happiness with you.
Don't you love dreaming, wondering, pretending? Cherish the every moment that you were happy and take them with you where ever you go so that you'll never be sad. Pretend that this is how is could be if you dreamt hard enough and wonder if it ever could be.
If you could be that changing factor. If you could be that changing factor in someone's life. If they could care enough to see you .. another episode of Mars and another *sighh* feeling.
A certain someone needs to make the decision of how they feel toward this particular person. I think they really care about them. And that they are most definitely cared back for. But I sense a little reluctance. To pursue. But in time I think they should move one step forward and keep moving forward because it is a story that I want to see a HAPPY ending to. PLEASEEE. I love this observing end and this is almost so perfect.
I'll give you 'til your birthday! And it's not that far away!! (you know who you are)
*wink winkz*
pun intended for those special people who are insiders to this rant about ******** and ****.
Well, kind of. There's not much to be angry or emo about. Apart from today where I had a stupid argument with dad (his fault) and my tute presentation with Niss. I'd like to congratulate her for handling EVERYTHING so well. She's such a pro, and dealing with Greg; koudos Niss! I hope I didn't hinder your deserved marks *shies*
On the up side. Wait, there's an up side? WOW, what could it be?
Oh my goodness! It's my mood! I'm in a state of I-don't-care. I haven't been to class except for the ONE due to my presentation. And I'm not planning to go to any until Friday for tute. Tomorrow I have a job interview, which I also do not care about.
:))) I don't know why I am so happy. If you know please tell me why because I don't want the feeling to fade. I don't want my bubble to burst. I just want people to be around so I can share my happiness with you.
Don't you love dreaming, wondering, pretending? Cherish the every moment that you were happy and take them with you where ever you go so that you'll never be sad. Pretend that this is how is could be if you dreamt hard enough and wonder if it ever could be.
If you could be that changing factor. If you could be that changing factor in someone's life. If they could care enough to see you .. another episode of Mars and another *sighh* feeling.
A certain someone needs to make the decision of how they feel toward this particular person. I think they really care about them. And that they are most definitely cared back for. But I sense a little reluctance. To pursue. But in time I think they should move one step forward and keep moving forward because it is a story that I want to see a HAPPY ending to. PLEASEEE. I love this observing end and this is almost so perfect.
I'll give you 'til your birthday! And it's not that far away!! (you know who you are)
*wink winkz*
pun intended for those special people who are insiders to this rant about ******** and ****.
-{ missing you 3/14/2007 07:59:00 pm }-
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
- OBSESSION -
Umm.. first and foremost a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the infamous Alan who's hit decade number two. (yes, I do know what infamous means.)
Second, I shouldn't be blogging. Because me and Niss have a presentation to prepare for tomorrow and I bet your bottom dollar that she's done most of her part, more so than me. Which means I am indeed behind.
Today was a quiet day, starting off with being late to uni and (inevitably) skipping my lecture to meet Noelle and Michelle at the tav to finish off wrapping up Alan's present before he got there at 1pm. And then he comes at bloody 12pm. So I made him go elsewhere but he kept popping back in, ruining everything. But I guess we should've done all that before hand.
Mind you, Alan, that that drink I had makes up for last Saturday and this coming Saturday where unfortunately my presence will be absent, ok?
And then I whole lot of reading at Reid. Got a good share of work done.
The QUOTE of the day was " We [sic] all doomed " a response to a certain someone being affliated with a certain group of people. Where friends have no boundaries. Or some shit like that.
I'm sick of the lies peoples. Beautiful people lie too much. Especially under the influence of ___. But what gets them off the hook is that they are beautiful.
Second, I shouldn't be blogging. Because me and Niss have a presentation to prepare for tomorrow and I bet your bottom dollar that she's done most of her part, more so than me. Which means I am indeed behind.
Today was a quiet day, starting off with being late to uni and (inevitably) skipping my lecture to meet Noelle and Michelle at the tav to finish off wrapping up Alan's present before he got there at 1pm. And then he comes at bloody 12pm. So I made him go elsewhere but he kept popping back in, ruining everything. But I guess we should've done all that before hand.
Mind you, Alan, that that drink I had makes up for last Saturday and this coming Saturday where unfortunately my presence will be absent, ok?
And then I whole lot of reading at Reid. Got a good share of work done.
The QUOTE of the day was " We [sic] all doomed " a response to a certain someone being affliated with a certain group of people. Where friends have no boundaries. Or some shit like that.
I'm sick of the lies peoples. Beautiful people lie too much. Especially under the influence of ___. But what gets them off the hook is that they are beautiful.
-{ missing you 3/13/2007 06:54:00 pm }-
Monday, March 12, 2007
- One day.. two. -
Well this was supposed to be a continuation of the post below. But what was I thinking that I'd be in the same state of mind as I was in the morning and that I'd remember what I was on about. That's silly.
So really I've got nothing to say.
'Cept that I got candy. And accessories. And the best of bling. That can be throw away just. Like. That.
Don't they make us look sooo damn good?
Analogy peoples. Analogy.
So really I've got nothing to say.
'Cept that I got candy. And accessories. And the best of bling. That can be throw away just. Like. That.
Don't they make us look sooo damn good?
Analogy peoples. Analogy.
-{ missing you 3/12/2007 09:32:00 pm }-
- One day.. -
I really don't know why I want to blog now, of all times. Because I really don't want to rush this post, but at the same time I need to get it out of my systems before I fuck myself up.
Oops. On a profanity note, maybe I should cut down on those words. After reading Shirls blog, I felt awful that I'm probably one of those people who may blog-use it a little bit too much. So I'll try to cut downn.. :))
I think my last post struck a nerve. Because I make stupid decisions on a regular basis. I'm was just recounting on the events that have occurred in the past few days, and boy! am I the stupidist bitch. I mean, there are some things I do, knowing that I can take care of myself. Because I know that I'll be ok. I need to live my own life and I need to make the mistakes in order for me to learn ( refer to Kifa's analogy in previous posts' comment box).
I know it must be hard to parent a child. And I think I'm one the kind of daughter that probably needs the least worrying about. But if I'm going to do this everytime I go out, and she's going to sit there crying, I wouldn't have a clue what I'm going to do. And from this day forward if all I'm going to see is the heart-break I'm causing in her, then the more I am leaning towards leaving perth.
She also says that I've changed after coming back from Malaysia. That refers to another point made on shirls' blog. 'Cept I don't know who's argument I'm supporting. But yeah, I think I've probably changed in her eyes because I experienced what independence was. And I took care of myself. It didn't matter how sick I was, I was determined to not let it get in the way of my holiday. And I took care of myself AND I battled on. Went on a ONE day shopping spree in Penang.
I'm going to continue this later... I have to go to uni now. I've never been so rushed and excited to go to uni... o_0
Oops. On a profanity note, maybe I should cut down on those words. After reading Shirls blog, I felt awful that I'm probably one of those people who may blog-use it a little bit too much. So I'll try to cut downn.. :))
I think my last post struck a nerve. Because I make stupid decisions on a regular basis. I'm was just recounting on the events that have occurred in the past few days, and boy! am I the stupidist bitch. I mean, there are some things I do, knowing that I can take care of myself. Because I know that I'll be ok. I need to live my own life and I need to make the mistakes in order for me to learn ( refer to Kifa's analogy in previous posts' comment box).
I know it must be hard to parent a child. And I think I'm one the kind of daughter that probably needs the least worrying about. But if I'm going to do this everytime I go out, and she's going to sit there crying, I wouldn't have a clue what I'm going to do. And from this day forward if all I'm going to see is the heart-break I'm causing in her, then the more I am leaning towards leaving perth.
She also says that I've changed after coming back from Malaysia. That refers to another point made on shirls' blog. 'Cept I don't know who's argument I'm supporting. But yeah, I think I've probably changed in her eyes because I experienced what independence was. And I took care of myself. It didn't matter how sick I was, I was determined to not let it get in the way of my holiday. And I took care of myself AND I battled on. Went on a ONE day shopping spree in Penang.
I'm going to continue this later... I have to go to uni now. I've never been so rushed and excited to go to uni... o_0
-{ missing you 3/12/2007 09:17:00 am }-
Friday, March 09, 2007
- Decisions, decisions -
In life, we get to make a lot of decisions. Some small things the are micro to the way we live and others are macro; the make or break decisions of our lives. We never stop making them and always look back to think about what it'd be like had we taken that road instead of this one.
My palm says that I will have to make a choice, basically a fork in the road, but later on in life these to roads will diverge back into one another. What does that tell me? I never understood it. Does it mean that either path I choose, will only result in the same outcome? But how does that allow me to make my decision?
As some decisions are micro, they serve to produce catastrophic outcomes. Ok, that may seem a little too far fetched. So they don't turn out as we wanted it to. But that's what life is. Mistakes. Wise word from yours truly. Make mistakes, lots of them. And then learn from them. Pick yourself up, and do it again. I mean, how silly does that sound, but in the long term it's so true that... it's not silly at all. It doesn't mean I will put myself out there to purposely make the mistake. In means risks. Taking the risk, all or nothing. ALL IN. Because when you hit the bottom, my yin yang theory will come into play and you're on your way to the top again.
I'm watching my life go by and have regreted every decision I've made. I thought I was cursed with forever making the wrong decision. But in fact, if I look at it properly, they were merely micro decisions, and that the macro ones were made without fuss. I don't knoww..... I mean, they probably are big decisions. But who cares. Regret is just another way of saying, I'm sad I didn't get to experience that path.
And then, do I regret the mistakes? No, I don't. Even though it caused me pain, I don't. Because people have forced me to live through the pain. It's easier said than done. Because every once in a while you will be in pain just thinking about it. But slowly the pain will fade. Washed away by the rain and out comes the rainbow. I know the decisions were made in spontaneity, but it allowed me to go through the good but leave me with the pain which will remind me that the candy was never good for me. :))
So what was the inspiration behind this blog post you say? What the fuck was Lisa thinking rushing straight home from work and hopping onto the computer to blog a fucking essay blog that I'm not really gonna read anyway?
I bought a Guess watch. It was half price from $195. I loves it. I adores it like nobody has adored ME before.
Oh yeah, and to those who I said I had a little news; (not really relevant) but I applied for another job, haven't yet got it but it's in the process. And it may overlap with my work now. Which means two jobs. Which means little ME time.
Thanks for reading the whole lot. Love you guys :))
My palm says that I will have to make a choice, basically a fork in the road, but later on in life these to roads will diverge back into one another. What does that tell me? I never understood it. Does it mean that either path I choose, will only result in the same outcome? But how does that allow me to make my decision?
As some decisions are micro, they serve to produce catastrophic outcomes. Ok, that may seem a little too far fetched. So they don't turn out as we wanted it to. But that's what life is. Mistakes. Wise word from yours truly. Make mistakes, lots of them. And then learn from them. Pick yourself up, and do it again. I mean, how silly does that sound, but in the long term it's so true that... it's not silly at all. It doesn't mean I will put myself out there to purposely make the mistake. In means risks. Taking the risk, all or nothing. ALL IN. Because when you hit the bottom, my yin yang theory will come into play and you're on your way to the top again.
I'm watching my life go by and have regreted every decision I've made. I thought I was cursed with forever making the wrong decision. But in fact, if I look at it properly, they were merely micro decisions, and that the macro ones were made without fuss. I don't knoww..... I mean, they probably are big decisions. But who cares. Regret is just another way of saying, I'm sad I didn't get to experience that path.
And then, do I regret the mistakes? No, I don't. Even though it caused me pain, I don't. Because people have forced me to live through the pain. It's easier said than done. Because every once in a while you will be in pain just thinking about it. But slowly the pain will fade. Washed away by the rain and out comes the rainbow. I know the decisions were made in spontaneity, but it allowed me to go through the good but leave me with the pain which will remind me that the candy was never good for me. :))
So what was the inspiration behind this blog post you say? What the fuck was Lisa thinking rushing straight home from work and hopping onto the computer to blog a fucking essay blog that I'm not really gonna read anyway?
I bought a Guess watch. It was half price from $195. I loves it. I adores it like nobody has adored ME before.
Oh yeah, and to those who I said I had a little news; (not really relevant) but I applied for another job, haven't yet got it but it's in the process. And it may overlap with my work now. Which means two jobs. Which means little ME time.
Thanks for reading the whole lot. Love you guys :))
-{ missing you 3/09/2007 11:02:00 pm }-
Thursday, March 08, 2007
- Just drop everything! and blog -
It was my brother's friends birthday not long ago and all his friends are into this, everybody chip in and we all get her something big, or worthwhile. Anyway, him and his friend were assigned the task of making a card. A big ass card that looked AWESOME I must say. I guess they were the artistic talents of the group.
Anyway what does this have to do with ANYTHING? Well, it struck me that my brother had this massive group of friends. And I still remember when he was young and always telling me about the trouble of meeting new people and the transition of primary school to high school.
The fact is that he never had this social problem. The first time he had to go to PEAC, he told me he didn't know anyone at all. But soon enough he came back telling about the people he met and made friends with.
He told me about the first few weeks of high school and that he only had a friend or two whom he 'hung' with. But really who is he kidding? Now he's got this massive group of friends who arrange bbq's and events on the odd occasion (which annoy the shit out of my mum).
My point is, as a sister, did I really have to be concerned with the lack of friends my brother thought he had? No, I was never concerned. And I know that wherever he goes, he will bound to fit in just like that. And he'll find his way around things. Because he's actually got this warm personailty when he's around his friends, that I hadn't actually seen before. It's kind of weird because I thought initially he just wasn't being himself. But the truth was it was HIS character that he would display when he was with his friends. Good for him I say.
I downloaded three albums today: 30 seconds to mars, cartel and NFG. All awesome like fuck.
Dreams, I usually forget when I wake up. But the one I had last night I can't get out of my mind. It was dream come true cross with nightmare. It was a life event replay. It was something I want to go through again but never that exact situation. It was the deja vu of my crumbling rock.
~Listening to: NFG - Make your move :move a little closer, hold mee tighterrr
Anyway what does this have to do with ANYTHING? Well, it struck me that my brother had this massive group of friends. And I still remember when he was young and always telling me about the trouble of meeting new people and the transition of primary school to high school.
The fact is that he never had this social problem. The first time he had to go to PEAC, he told me he didn't know anyone at all. But soon enough he came back telling about the people he met and made friends with.
He told me about the first few weeks of high school and that he only had a friend or two whom he 'hung' with. But really who is he kidding? Now he's got this massive group of friends who arrange bbq's and events on the odd occasion (which annoy the shit out of my mum).
My point is, as a sister, did I really have to be concerned with the lack of friends my brother thought he had? No, I was never concerned. And I know that wherever he goes, he will bound to fit in just like that. And he'll find his way around things. Because he's actually got this warm personailty when he's around his friends, that I hadn't actually seen before. It's kind of weird because I thought initially he just wasn't being himself. But the truth was it was HIS character that he would display when he was with his friends. Good for him I say.
I downloaded three albums today: 30 seconds to mars, cartel and NFG. All awesome like fuck.
Dreams, I usually forget when I wake up. But the one I had last night I can't get out of my mind. It was dream come true cross with nightmare. It was a life event replay. It was something I want to go through again but never that exact situation. It was the deja vu of my crumbling rock.
~Listening to: NFG - Make your move :move a little closer, hold mee tighterrr
-{ missing you 3/08/2007 02:18:00 pm }-
- Remi'nce h-s c -
Fuck! I just spent so much time going through my fucking archives to find for you guys this old post of mine. It was mainly about high-school crushes. A blog post written in the days where I was almost articulate and less emo.
But lets go back to that post and this whole high-school crush ordeal. Everyone must have experienced this right? And like, how much did we wish for something more to happen, or for him or her to talk to us? And make like every little single thing count. Wasn't it fun? To have your heart skip when he/she walks by, looks at you, talks to you. But really, nothing will come of it. You'll always just be standing from afar, admiring them and dreaming you were with them.
And then there is growing up. Getting involved in real relationships. Getting hurt in the relationships. Falling in love, falling out of love, falling for their best friend, getting your heart broken and all that jiz. It's the 'getting your heart broken' that strikes my discussion. Once you're broken, what happens to everything? Putting all that you had on the line of love, in desparate hope that you can show him/her that you're dedicated and devoted. So you don't come across as a closed window that doesn't want to trust their partner at the risk of getting hurt. So you put in all that you've got. And then you just lose it all. And you've got nothing but a bottomless pit of sorrows.
So I was thinking. High-school crushes. They do a lot for you in terms of protection. I mean, if you are going to put your heart out and get hurt, it seems so much the safer choice to love from a distance. Sometimes. I mean, I can see the many flaws in my argument and everybody can feel free to drop an opinion or two. But I guess, I miss those high-school crushes. Being that little excited girl saying, 'Look! I'm gonna get that necklace with the first letter of his name on it and wear it like it belongs to him..' hehehe, you get the picture.
This was the post I was gonna write before I fell asleep. Now I've done it. I feel accomplished. Amazing what blogging does to me, especially when no progress has been made on the academic side of things. :)
Stay happy everyone, and keep me happy. Z
But lets go back to that post and this whole high-school crush ordeal. Everyone must have experienced this right? And like, how much did we wish for something more to happen, or for him or her to talk to us? And make like every little single thing count. Wasn't it fun? To have your heart skip when he/she walks by, looks at you, talks to you. But really, nothing will come of it. You'll always just be standing from afar, admiring them and dreaming you were with them.
And then there is growing up. Getting involved in real relationships. Getting hurt in the relationships. Falling in love, falling out of love, falling for their best friend, getting your heart broken and all that jiz. It's the 'getting your heart broken' that strikes my discussion. Once you're broken, what happens to everything? Putting all that you had on the line of love, in desparate hope that you can show him/her that you're dedicated and devoted. So you don't come across as a closed window that doesn't want to trust their partner at the risk of getting hurt. So you put in all that you've got. And then you just lose it all. And you've got nothing but a bottomless pit of sorrows.
So I was thinking. High-school crushes. They do a lot for you in terms of protection. I mean, if you are going to put your heart out and get hurt, it seems so much the safer choice to love from a distance. Sometimes. I mean, I can see the many flaws in my argument and everybody can feel free to drop an opinion or two. But I guess, I miss those high-school crushes. Being that little excited girl saying, 'Look! I'm gonna get that necklace with the first letter of his name on it and wear it like it belongs to him..' hehehe, you get the picture.
This was the post I was gonna write before I fell asleep. Now I've done it. I feel accomplished. Amazing what blogging does to me, especially when no progress has been made on the academic side of things. :)
Stay happy everyone, and keep me happy. Z
-{ missing you 3/08/2007 12:10:00 am }-
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
- Adore me.. -
Wtf, I just woke up from a three our sleep. Like sleeping pattern is so fucked right now.
I had something more d&m to blog about but after falling asleep, I've seemed to have forgotten a lot of stuff.
This blog surfing just then has me pretty twisted with emotions. Everyone (almost) has blogged some emotionally straining blog and has me bubbling with all sorts emo. What can I do to help? Will it help to cry? I'm here for you, I'm sorry and it's not your fault could be lines I'll say?
When will we all climb out of this pathetic excuse of a life? Please, you all don't get sad, things can only get better.
I think each day confirms that I just cannot live in Perth anymore. It is my home town, and I need to go somewhere else. I need to leave everyone behind. Unless otherwise you can give me one good reason that I should stay.
WHy is my going away such a long winded one?
I had something more d&m to blog about but after falling asleep, I've seemed to have forgotten a lot of stuff.
This blog surfing just then has me pretty twisted with emotions. Everyone (almost) has blogged some emotionally straining blog and has me bubbling with all sorts emo. What can I do to help? Will it help to cry? I'm here for you, I'm sorry and it's not your fault could be lines I'll say?
When will we all climb out of this pathetic excuse of a life? Please, you all don't get sad, things can only get better.
I think each day confirms that I just cannot live in Perth anymore. It is my home town, and I need to go somewhere else. I need to leave everyone behind. Unless otherwise you can give me one good reason that I should stay.
WHy is my going away such a long winded one?
-{ missing you 3/07/2007 08:48:00 pm }-
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
- Finally found -
OMG! I want to tell the world that I've finally found youuuuuuu!
And then I realised. It's not want you think peoples.
Found found found found found. And ashamed that I misheard your ___.
Found! And a bit sad you are ____!
Foundddddddddd.
And then I realised. It's not want you think peoples.
Found found found found found. And ashamed that I misheard your ___.
Found! And a bit sad you are ____!
Foundddddddddd.
-{ missing you 3/06/2007 08:54:00 pm }-
- What happened to the good ol' Days? -
I see that I put blogging on my top priority everytime I sit in front of the computer. I was even complaining about not being able to blog today. Jase heard me.
OMG Jase!!! SOOOO sorrrrry about the bag. Very very very very sorrry.
Today was a chi bai of a day. Hot and yucky and tired and hungry. I never had lunch!! Not to mention Bendigo Bank. Bahhh!!!
60
I wish my blog could go back to the way it used to ..
f.o.b ing right noww.
OMG Jase!!! SOOOO sorrrrry about the bag. Very very very very sorrry.
Today was a chi bai of a day. Hot and yucky and tired and hungry. I never had lunch!! Not to mention Bendigo Bank. Bahhh!!!
60
I wish my blog could go back to the way it used to ..
f.o.b ing right noww.
-{ missing you 3/06/2007 07:15:00 pm }-
Monday, March 05, 2007
- ice cream and waffles -
Sudden thought. Who made me eat a mouthful of waffle? Someone made me eat a mouthful of waffle. I have sudden urge to eat waffles.
Tomorrow, waffles anyone?
Tomorrow, waffles anyone?
-{ missing you 3/05/2007 10:25:00 pm }-
- Andy and Gary. Wayne and Melissa. -
Gary Cao's 'Superwoman' is an uber cool song but so damn hard to sing! I didn't know how hard it was until I realised all I was doing was staring at the screen, lost for lyrics :))
But it sounded soo damn good at my cousin's wedding.. *cry cry*
Speaking of crying, guess who cried like a lost little girl while watching 'All about Love' starring Andy Lau? Zomg it's ONE of the saddest love stories with the bestest endingssss. *love* goes to Andy Lau for being a great actor.
The weekend was filled with such high's and low's. The best thing that happened to me can be explained with two names. Wayne and Melissa. They were customers that came to have dinner on Saturday. At first I thought they were poking fun at me, but apparantly they really liked me for god knows what reason because they asked Joseph to call me over to talk to them. And they are the nicest people you'll ever meet!! They're from Melbourne and in Perth for their honeymoon, which was a strange choice of destination for their honeymoon. But anyway, they were extremely nice having the most casual and comfortable conversation you could have with strangers, they even got me talking about personal stuff! Wayne, the one doing more of the talking was in recruitment business, the second largest in Australia, and was fascinated at my choice to study Communications in university. He mentioned that if I should be unsure of what I want to do in life, Melbourne is the answer. It's like he read my mind! So I told him my idea. If only I knew how to network him more and get his contacts and get into the recruiting field. Whatever that was. I dunno what it is but if my boss is him, I'm happy.
I hope that I do come across them again in the future. They're really good people to get to know. They made my night.
I kind of don't like the turn my blog has made. I don't know if I've pointed that out already. I think I understand why you ___ your blog. SOmetimes I don't like my blog. But sometimes it allows me to vent off steam. Can I ask though am I transparent with my posts? Can you see ME in here?
You said you don't think I'm a bitch at all. You say I'm not emo at all. I am indeed the poseur. But what am I? What can you see?
All About Love made me think. Loving someone else because you still loved her. Kissing her and hugging her thinking about the one you really loved. That was the sad thing about the story. It was because he missed his wife (she died in a car crash) and this other woman had his wife's donated heart. And when his wife was alive, he wasn't around much because he was a doctor. He felt that his wife still lived on through this other woman and went out of his way to make it up to his wife. The only reason the woman was receptive of him was because this guy looked like her own husband who left her because she pushed him away, not trusting him but really pushing him away because she felt like she was burdening him with her poor health.
Her new heart was doing much good for her and until she was hospitalised, the man finally decided to tell her everything, how important it was to be with the one you loved, and when she found out that he looked like her husband and everything he tried to do for her, she realised that this guy really needed those last few words from his wife. So she wrote a message on behalf of his dead wife. It really was sweet. But I guess you've just got to watch it for yourself. I'm not a great story teller.
What's happened to me? I think I saw a change in me when I just went through a couple of the posts I've written. Something went wrong, somewhere, somehow...
~Listening to: OLIVIA inspi' REIRA (TRAPNEST) - A little pain
p.s I found my colours.. yay.
But it sounded soo damn good at my cousin's wedding.. *cry cry*
Speaking of crying, guess who cried like a lost little girl while watching 'All about Love' starring Andy Lau? Zomg it's ONE of the saddest love stories with the bestest endingssss. *love* goes to Andy Lau for being a great actor.
The weekend was filled with such high's and low's. The best thing that happened to me can be explained with two names. Wayne and Melissa. They were customers that came to have dinner on Saturday. At first I thought they were poking fun at me, but apparantly they really liked me for god knows what reason because they asked Joseph to call me over to talk to them. And they are the nicest people you'll ever meet!! They're from Melbourne and in Perth for their honeymoon, which was a strange choice of destination for their honeymoon. But anyway, they were extremely nice having the most casual and comfortable conversation you could have with strangers, they even got me talking about personal stuff! Wayne, the one doing more of the talking was in recruitment business, the second largest in Australia, and was fascinated at my choice to study Communications in university. He mentioned that if I should be unsure of what I want to do in life, Melbourne is the answer. It's like he read my mind! So I told him my idea. If only I knew how to network him more and get his contacts and get into the recruiting field. Whatever that was. I dunno what it is but if my boss is him, I'm happy.
I hope that I do come across them again in the future. They're really good people to get to know. They made my night.
I kind of don't like the turn my blog has made. I don't know if I've pointed that out already. I think I understand why you ___ your blog. SOmetimes I don't like my blog. But sometimes it allows me to vent off steam. Can I ask though am I transparent with my posts? Can you see ME in here?
You said you don't think I'm a bitch at all. You say I'm not emo at all. I am indeed the poseur. But what am I? What can you see?
All About Love made me think. Loving someone else because you still loved her. Kissing her and hugging her thinking about the one you really loved. That was the sad thing about the story. It was because he missed his wife (she died in a car crash) and this other woman had his wife's donated heart. And when his wife was alive, he wasn't around much because he was a doctor. He felt that his wife still lived on through this other woman and went out of his way to make it up to his wife. The only reason the woman was receptive of him was because this guy looked like her own husband who left her because she pushed him away, not trusting him but really pushing him away because she felt like she was burdening him with her poor health.
Her new heart was doing much good for her and until she was hospitalised, the man finally decided to tell her everything, how important it was to be with the one you loved, and when she found out that he looked like her husband and everything he tried to do for her, she realised that this guy really needed those last few words from his wife. So she wrote a message on behalf of his dead wife. It really was sweet. But I guess you've just got to watch it for yourself. I'm not a great story teller.
What's happened to me? I think I saw a change in me when I just went through a couple of the posts I've written. Something went wrong, somewhere, somehow...
~Listening to: OLIVIA inspi' REIRA (TRAPNEST) - A little pain
p.s I found my colours.. yay.
-{ missing you 3/05/2007 05:30:00 pm }-
Friday, March 02, 2007
- oopsie daisies -
Oops.. I was on the html tab. *cringes* don't laugh.
-{ missing you 3/02/2007 03:09:00 pm }-
- [none] -
Excuse me? Did something happen to Blogger? What happened to the fonts and colours and stuff? WHere did it go?
Why must there be twist after twist, problem after problem, procrastination after procrastinatioN?
Why must I have to deal with so much of you in my life? Are you forcing me to be the bitch I'm not?
Like, what the fuck?
Why must there be twist after twist, problem after problem, procrastination after procrastinatioN?
Why must I have to deal with so much of you in my life? Are you forcing me to be the bitch I'm not?
Like, what the fuck?
-{ missing you 3/02/2007 03:01:00 pm }-
Thursday, March 01, 2007
- Yi zhen da yu xia le ji miao zhong -
I hate the fact that Blogger is different on the Mac comps. But it's not like I'm going to be doing anything other than rant anyway.
Yesterday I met someone rude. Not mentioning any names.
(We were sitting having lunch and Mr. Rude was about to leave)
N: Oh are you going to class as well?
R: No I don't.
N: Then..?
R: Well do you really want me to sit with you guys?
L: Sure why not, we don't mind.
R: Well it's a bit strange anyway. I'm just going to go.
L+N: Ok then, see you. Bye,
(Turns to L)
R: I don't even know you and you're saying bye to me. = -_- =
L: Oh My name is Lisa.
R: Oh ok I think I've heard your name somewhere...
LIKE, WTF PEOPLE?? My name is fuckin' common you idiot. And you have like no sense of social skills.
Yesterday was actually a good day really. Lots of bitchiness on my case. It's good to get things out. It's good to feel bitchy.
Oh there was this one thing where I saw ___. Not happy about the fact that he's changed and looks so much like ___. And he snobbed me. Almost made me cry.
Btw, title refers to the huge down pour that just happened for like a second. (10.26pm) It really poured for the shortest amount of time. That was weird.
Yesterday I met someone rude. Not mentioning any names.
(We were sitting having lunch and Mr. Rude was about to leave)
N: Oh are you going to class as well?
R: No I don't.
N: Then..?
R: Well do you really want me to sit with you guys?
L: Sure why not, we don't mind.
R: Well it's a bit strange anyway. I'm just going to go.
L+N: Ok then, see you. Bye,
(Turns to L)
R: I don't even know you and you're saying bye to me. = -_- =
L: Oh My name is Lisa.
R: Oh ok I think I've heard your name somewhere...
LIKE, WTF PEOPLE?? My name is fuckin' common you idiot. And you have like no sense of social skills.
Yesterday was actually a good day really. Lots of bitchiness on my case. It's good to get things out. It's good to feel bitchy.
Oh there was this one thing where I saw ___. Not happy about the fact that he's changed and looks so much like ___. And he snobbed me. Almost made me cry.
Btw, title refers to the huge down pour that just happened for like a second. (10.26pm) It really poured for the shortest amount of time. That was weird.
-{ missing you 3/01/2007 10:14:00 am }-