February 07, 2005
*Updated below =)
I just feel like migrating
to another country.
Away from here.
To leave all my memories behind.
To find better past times.
To be free from this crap here.
To go overseas and never come back.
To be away from everything I once knew.
Yet they call this running away.
Yea. And for your information,
I'm not that free either.
I've got work.
And I miss school.
Don't say school is boring etc.
There's so many things I regret.
Like not studying and all.
Rebel seems fun at this age.
But is downright bad.
It's useless, childish, crap!
I've lost my interest in games.
I wish I never found interest
in them or had already
gotten over my game frenzy
during the past four years.
Yes this is all crap.
You will all never understand
till you reach this stage.
By then, it'll be too late.
I want to get into University.
A good one.
I miss everyone at work. Haa.
Damn I want to curse and swear
at the ....... tv and
the person who is holding the control.
It's ...... emitting some freaking
high pitch sound whenever the
volume's turned to 0 or
when you reach some freaking
no channel page.
Freak it. Freak itt.
It's noisy.
I hate the sound.
Bahh.
Ok. My blood boils easily
these few days. =)
And it's so hard to cool down.
Bahh. I'm fine now.
I forced myself to be.
Everytime I see her nick.
I am so tempted to change
mine to she don't love you.
Don't be a lesbian please.
It seems fine for a nick
of a few days.
But not a nick of a few months.
It's horrible.
Yeaa. Some random stranger
sms-ed my number.
I don't know who.
But for my entertainment's sake.
I shall reply.
I just changed my nick. Haa.
Feel so happy about it.
I won't talk to nobody but
my classmates and buddyie today.
And the stranger.
I just don't feel like talking. =)
Off for now.
*
I feel so sad being alone.
So bored, so afraid.
And my mind wonders much.
I think a lot.
I don't like to be alone.
Yet at this time,
I don't want to talk.
To those whom I'm not
too close to.
Boo.
I'm thinking of chocolate again. =D
I completed my doll house.
It looks crap but nobody's
going to see it but me. =)
New year version plus another
art museum version. =x
I really put crap inside.
I don't have proper tables and chairs.
Ange's not going to want to see it. =D
Haa.
Still wondering if I have
an obsession with porcelaine dolls.
I just went clearing my drawer of
crap and it just made me really
laugh out loud. =)
The cards I kept are so sweet.
Then there's this composition
on which I wrote about
the boring daily life of school.
It's such a joke.
Because I remembered writing
that when many of us were
in the poem craze mode.
Then the teacher wasn't around
and there was a relief teacher
who asked us to write a composition.
And tadahh.
The compositions from everyone of us
sounded so rhyming. Hilarious. xD
Then I read about something
regarding what I wrote ages ago
about .:[L]iF[e]:. Boo.
Off for now. =)
-nIx- @ [[9:05 PM]]
*Updated below =)
I just feel like migrating
to another country.
Away from here.
To leave all my memories behind.
To find better past times.
To be free from this crap here.
To go overseas and never come back.
To be away from everything I once knew.
Yet they call this running away.
Yea. And for your information,
I'm not that free either.
I've got work.
And I miss school.
Don't say school is boring etc.
There's so many things I regret.
Like not studying and all.
Rebel seems fun at this age.
But is downright bad.
It's useless, childish, crap!
I've lost my interest in games.
I wish I never found interest
in them or had already
gotten over my game frenzy
during the past four years.
Yes this is all crap.
You will all never understand
till you reach this stage.
By then, it'll be too late.
I want to get into University.
A good one.
I miss everyone at work. Haa.
Damn I want to curse and swear
at the ....... tv and
the person who is holding the control.
It's ...... emitting some freaking
high pitch sound whenever the
volume's turned to 0 or
when you reach some freaking
no channel page.
Freak it. Freak itt.
It's noisy.
I hate the sound.
Bahh.
Ok. My blood boils easily
these few days. =)
And it's so hard to cool down.
Bahh. I'm fine now.
I forced myself to be.
Everytime I see her nick.
I am so tempted to change
mine to she don't love you.
Don't be a lesbian please.
It seems fine for a nick
of a few days.
But not a nick of a few months.
It's horrible.
Yeaa. Some random stranger
sms-ed my number.
I don't know who.
But for my entertainment's sake.
I shall reply.
I just changed my nick. Haa.
Feel so happy about it.
I won't talk to nobody but
my classmates and buddyie today.
And the stranger.
I just don't feel like talking. =)
Off for now.
*
I feel so sad being alone.
So bored, so afraid.
And my mind wonders much.
I think a lot.
I don't like to be alone.
Yet at this time,
I don't want to talk.
To those whom I'm not
too close to.
Boo.
I'm thinking of chocolate again. =D
I completed my doll house.
It looks crap but nobody's
going to see it but me. =)
New year version plus another
art museum version. =x
I really put crap inside.
I don't have proper tables and chairs.
Ange's not going to want to see it. =D
Haa.
Still wondering if I have
an obsession with porcelaine dolls.
I just went clearing my drawer of
crap and it just made me really
laugh out loud. =)
The cards I kept are so sweet.
Then there's this composition
on which I wrote about
the boring daily life of school.
It's such a joke.
Because I remembered writing
that when many of us were
in the poem craze mode.
Then the teacher wasn't around
and there was a relief teacher
who asked us to write a composition.
And tadahh.
The compositions from everyone of us
sounded so rhyming. Hilarious. xD
Then I read about something
regarding what I wrote ages ago
about .:[L]iF[e]:. Boo.
Off for now. =)
-nIx- @ [[9:05 PM]]
