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i want to dance beside a frozen lake :: where the snowflakes gently fall from the sky :: the hair swaying in the chilly wind :: as the still moments of the winter everning :: is enlightened by me ::

My Contradictions.

- SEVENTEEN yet EIGHTEEN.
- SOPHISTICATED yet SIMPLE.
- WILD yet TAME.
- CRAZY yet NORMAL.
- BITCHY yet KIND.
- SLUTTISH yet DEMURE.
- FRANK yet SHY.
- CHILDISH yet MATURE.
- DEVILISH yet ANGELIC.
- NARCISSISTIC yet SELFLESS.
- CONFUSED yet SURE.
- FICKLE yet CONSISTENT.
- SELFISH yet GIVING.
- FIERCE yet GENTLE.
- ANNOYING yet LOVABLE.
- HEARTLESS yet SENTIMENTAL.
- SCHEMING yet NAIVE.
- LAZY yet HARDWORKING.
- RETARDED yet INTELLIGENT.
- IGNORANT yet KNOWLEDGEABLE.
- UNFEELING yet CARING.
- SLOPPY yet TIDY.
- IMAGINATIVE yet REALISTIC.
- PESSIMISTIC yet OPTIMISTIC.
- INTROVERTED yet EXTROVERTED.


My Loves.

- ME.MYSELF.I.
- MONEY.
- COMPUTER.
- HAND PHONE.
- CAMERA.
- CHILDREN.
- MIRRORS.
- MAKE UP.
- BITCHING.
- GOSSIPING.
- CRITICIZING.
- SLACKING.


My Hates.

- BEING BROKE.
- BEING SCOLDED.
- BEING BACKSTABBED.
- EMPTY VESSELS.
- HYPOCRITES.
- REPEAT OFFENDERS.
- COMPUTER BREAKDOWN.

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Sunday, April 23, 2006


can i not say i'm pissed?


no.


anw, pissed aside, sch starts tmr and i'm totally excited!! both happy and nervous feelings are flooding me right now. tmr will be the day i break away from all these boring maple, blog, shopping and doing girly stuffs. tmr i will study.


i will know my classmates better tmr and i'm nervous. what if we dont click? but judging from fri, i guess we will. tmr my practical starts at 8am but i still dont have my goggles yet. how? oh man. i have so many questions abt poly life. i am a failure as a poly student.


ok, worries will never end. i recieved an sms from magnum force saying tt there's orientation training tmr at 6pm. is my fate sealed with magnum n GL? i hope i dont fall. my body is aching from the activities of the past week.


blahh, i wont get all emotional.


i've been wanting to say sth for very long, but it always slips my mind. i know many ppl are questioning the sudden closeness between fiona and me. plus my r/s with sam. well, for starters i know tt amanda is concerned.


so here, fiona and i are close. and she's not a bad influence to friends. u dont see me smoking do u? u dont see me holding the stupid razor do u? i dont even eat panadols excessively anymore. fine, i bitch alot but have i bitched you? i bitch ppl who bitches me 1st.



and sam, well. i like him. fullstop.


someone said sth hurting a week ago and i'm gona let it go. besides, mum is super happy i 'got rid' of 2 ppl. u know who you are. mum's glad i got rid of 2, well i say its 3. 3 ppl who were once upon a time very dear to me. no more. never will.


dont even bother to talk to me anymore. my heart has NO SPACE for neither of u.


to you, who spoke to me over msn a week ago. if fiona's a bad influence, what are you? do u even look at urself in the mirror anymore? define bad influence. someone who's image is no better than a typical ahlian or someone who knows many ahlians and ahbengs but NEVER once introduced one to me.


dont wadevax me. i hate it.


its over. u go get married to ur bf of less than 3 months and i go study in my LSCT. i dont even wana quarrel with u anymore. its always twisted facts. until u learn how to speak with common sense, go smooch him or sth.


yes i'm bitchy. i'm unlikeable. IT DOESNT CONCERN U ANYMORE. and personality change doesnt give u the fucking right to critisise me in ANYWAY. 4get it. gd fren no more. finished.


phew, i'm done. i kept it for a week and i'm happy again!!


today is boring. dearr woke up at 3pm, took me to see the sotongs in maple and went off 4 bball. returning after dinner and falling aslp on the phone after i sang him a sing. wth. blah. i guess he's tired aft a day of bball and duno wad nonsense he was telling me.


bahh. my silly little dafeizhu. ^^


sch tmr!!! meeting my dafeizhu and he's sending me to sch. yays!!! =D








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