Friday, December 02, 2005
mum's going overseas later today. i know im rebellious, but i love her, and i will miss her, though not her nagging. i cut the small tweeeny tiny photographs for her charm bracelet. 10 freaking torturous tweeny tiny thingys. took me a long time. and replaced them three times. damn, im a goody girl.
im feeling oh-so-extremely-fucking bored.
i need to know more people. spice up my bland life. introductions anyones? girls will do.
daddy has promised me that if i come home before my curfew (10.30- so damn early) for a week, he'll buy me a pair of levis!!!!! or any pair of jeans. hm, introductions- again?, anyone? how about true religion? LOL. or espirit. or mango. or fcuk. or miss sixty. topshop? selfridge? i duno. but hey, curfew first yeah?
i think im gonna have alot of money next month. 75 from work. 40 now. 200 in dec. woots. and im spending 3 days in camp, 15 in japan. so i have, 300 odd for 11 days. bahaha. minus 80 for my damn bill ): 220?! omg. wtf can i do with that?!!!!!!
I NEED MY BABY. haven't seen him today. he's working tomorrow. ARGH. the agony of it all. damn, im so dramatic. like the worlds gonna end. and erm, i wanna take up figure skating- mum promised me since i was 12. damn, i've waited 4 long years, 1460 days [1461, including leap year] and im gonna crash my cuzzie's house for mah drumming lessons- FREE free free![imitates the spastic short husband of the fat woman in the gv house rules ad] im gonna learn dance too. waited 2 years for that. and i got my cam already- duh, though it sucks BIG TIME.
i wanna play mahjong. fingers itchy. their laughter.
and damn, i didn't know he was such a fucking liar. he lied to me in feb, lied to her in june, and just lied to me a day ago. and back stabbed her. FUCK YOU DAMN ASS. so what if you're a nice friend. mustard minus the MU, plus a BA. i hate math, never was good at it.
i shant give two (or three or four or whatever) fucks about you. you're such a bad friend. bad bad bad.
i want my social life back. santa, i want it back. ack, i don't even celebrate the joy of giving man.
JAPAN- 15 whole days away from him. damn, i shrivel at the mere thought of it.
no 6th month together. no christmas, no contact. no anything.
this post is boring me. and my mum just switched off the damn net connection, so i shall just type happily and paste this into microsoft word and post it up again later.
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i boggled up my damn brain just to think like them, okay, maybe i screwed it up big time. and i have tuition tomorrow. again. urgh. fuck math, use a condom, world aids day was yesterday.
and mummy, take care of that leg.
thinking of mummy, wushu camp is just a few days later, and i havent packed. wahaha. then they'll leave for genting on the 11th, which my real blood mother denied me terribly of. and then SKIING!
tag me if you want a sample handful of real white, ice-cold hoikaido snow from the club med there. joking. its gonna be boring. no shopping [winter] no taxis- expensive. no phones, no computor. no darling. no friends. YES brother.
this is a damn long post and i have no intention of stopping.
OHJEA. i blog surfed just now. out of my extreme boredom. got to know a few other facts that i didn't. about him- the liar, about her- the faker, about them, oh yeah, different people, sorry, no names.
and since puiboon mentioned my name ages ago i shall mention hers. puiboon. yeah. woohoo.
i wanna go clubbing. mum says okay, in the near future, if i can handle my studies well why not. but she shall throw me outta the house if i ever smoke, be a drunk and get a tattoo!
thats bloody unfair. i want a tattoo. and she threatens that she'll take me to the horrible laser-it-off skin people the next day after i get my tattoo. why must she be able to approve of clubbing and DENY me of my artistic rights, expressions, whatever.
hope i can sneak one though. and a tummy piercing- that she allows.
(its a strange change in topic but its my blog. i talk about what i want)
i love my cousin. he's 20+++++ i don't know his actual age, but he dances. all kinds of dances. and has an extremely pretty girlfriend i adore. good fashion, good dancer, pretty, well- mannered. has a nice smile. and can stand my naughty cousin- her boyfriend.
yes, he has this stinky old dirty, filled-with-fungi bear. which is almost the same age as him. and its name is minnie. and it really is a tattered old thing. and my childlike cousin seems to want me to marry it. EEEWW. did i mention it smells? but hey, he's the best cousin i have. okay, third best. actually, they're all tied in the same place.
one's a career woman in her late 20s or 30s, cooks well, damn pretty, super rich- from her work, and her dad pampers her alot. and she dresses well, can splurge on things she won't ever wear. or maybe just once, and throws them away. mind you, they're BRANDED. mango and all. and they're the really expensive ones. she ditched her boyfriend of 1 month or less. reason being "he doesn't pamper her, in chinese pinyin, teng" cause apparantly when he met her dad, he had a private conversation for a few minutes, with her dad, my uncle. and said that she should settle down; she's playing too much. damn, strong woman baby! yes, she travels, bought a car for her parents, speaks french, materialistic. but she's like so not close to us.
none of my cousins are anyway. they're all in their 30s, married. leaving me, the oldest under 25, nicholas, two days younger then me, jeremy(mum's side) and wen(my bro) both 14, jenine (4?) jeffery 13? and im the only damn girl, besides the baby. and she's an aunty already. my nephew's 5. the next nephew is 1, and one is still being progressed in his mum's tummy. expecting to come to earth in, OOPS, two days back.
im bored. i wanna type.
i wanna shop my ASS off. and baby's been damn nice to me. he gave me my first ever manicure, though it was cheap k. on our 5th month. smuachs.
i wanna hang out. but
2nd-today, b's house dinner whatever
3rd- b
4th- b again or with dad
5th- JOJO. i book le k
6th- wushu camp
7th- wushu camp
8th- wushu camp
9th- skating? sentosa? b- school
10th- kbox? b?
11th- sentosa? skating? b? mum's arrival. wushu ppl going genting.
12th-duno. still in genting. b school.
13th- duno. still in genting. b school.
14th-duno. b school. back fro genting
15th to 30th- japan 26th- 6mths.
31st- b
1st- b.
2nd-school- i think.
no homework done. no e-learning.
oh, i've promised myself to work hard next year, do all my work myself, if possible. play every saturday till june or prelims. skate once a week. dance once a week. and not screw my o's up. i've seen people regretting after prelims and freaking out. i want to half self control. but self control means not alot of time with him. its a tough year next year. and it sucks. the following year will be tough too, his last year in poly. the following year too, if i'm in jc, he's in ns. and the following year too, if i'm in poly and he's still in ns.
i hate my life.
i have been typing for the past few million seconds. and am not tired. wanted to post pictures of my narcissistic self when the connection was off, may edit the post tomorrow. depends on my mood.
gonna send mum off after lunch- to taiwan, then gonna meet b after his work.
i need a new friend. a new, permanant, no-nonsense-fun-shitassmad-24/7for/me/and/vice/versa friend. if you think you wanna get an interview, 90095135. must haves/be/qualify for the following:
*rich! wahaha, joking la. good financial control
*be nice to mum and a devil with me(outside of my house)
*sweet/angelic/sugary coated with sprinkles
*good fashion sense
*pleasant looking
*have lobangs everywhere
*know alot of friends, so can intro too- the more the merrier
* preferably my age or older 18's the max
*crazy, fun-lover.
*beachlover
*lovedogs
*love me and will correct my mistakes
*good at makeup- light
*chinese and english literate
*have alot alot of PR
* can stand my BFs aka bitchfits
*must be narcississtic
i don't have nay more ideas. oh well, call me then. again, 90095135.
since this is the part where the entry is so freaking long, i doubt any tom, dick or harry or plain girl will know la.
i miss working. and crapping with angela. and teasing kenny. and chiding sam. and laming with brite. and sitting in the messy office. listening to the insignificant volume of music. okay the word insig in the sentace was a bad example.
i miss the times when no one in the damn upper level would look at me and say, hey, how's life with 3cr. i missed those laughter that they shared. with seniors from three years back say, hey, how's the o's? oh, sorry, i forgot, how stupid of me.
but hey, i learnt it the hard way, and i learnt it good. i hope.
im beginning to feel this whole post is dumb. i guess its a combination of a few posts that i had wanted to write about. nothing on the net seems interesting no more. not xx's blog. not fcuklings. not ice's not nothing. its not the blogs that are boring me. its the ritual of visiting these blogs that are boring me. not MOT, not girl issues, no twitionary. not wholivesnearyou. not friendster, not even online shopping appeals to me an ymore.
bored outta my wits. i miss amanda. wonder how was her prom. i miss bri and her smile- which makes you warm and fuzzy inside, cuz it feels like its embracing you. ack, bullshit. i miss yums and yumi. i miss christabelle. tracis. joanne. girls. boys. everyone.
i doubt any of them will make it this far into my entry though.
oh, i went to a hospice daycare centre or something today. with mum, bro and aunt. kinda sad, knowing that a lady who celebrated her birthday today, is dying- from cancer. and anoher wheelchair bound lady who is so positive about life, can dance in her wheelchair, funky moves and all. and this 85 year old man, he contracted cancer but recover speedily due to his young non-smoking and non-drinking days. he battled cancer, and he survived. and he visits back to the hospice to encourage them not to give up hope in fighting cancer. he was a wushu instructor.
saddening. we went there cuz the doctors made free house visits to my grandfather when he was still alive, waiting for his death, and caome to sign the autopsy or something so my grandfather didn't have to be operated on after his death- from diabetes. i think. so mum wants to return them the favour, by the example "one of today is worth two tomorrows". a quote from james patterson's book "suzanne's diary for nicholas.
james patterson darn good writer. especially his thrillers. i'd recommend for starters, first to die, second _____(forgot), and third chance.
damn good. to me at least. its three am. i've been typing for an hour and a half. i should sleep. though im filled with energy. haha.
and oops, it should have been je t'aime, not je 'taime
i realised that the font gets bigger as it goes down the list- of choices blogger provides. and haha! i just wasted a few minutes of your life, cuz you copied this from here, to microsoft word or something so you can read it. bahahahahahahahaha yes, i'm evil (: live with it, and not without it.
and since you’re here, please tag. Crap will do too, just tag- with your name please.
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