rosedy

where's my rose you bloody moron?
i'm getting horny over here.

v day

tomorrow's v day. and i'm dateless. bloody hell.

if i'm single on the next valentine's day, i will turn to girls.

any takers?

oh bloody crap.

i just burnt my $200 baju kurung's sleeve. shit.

..... from widya

(1) the tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.need to mention the sex of the target.

(2) tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.

(3) if tagged a 2nd time; no need to post

target: boy reaching manhood anytime now

1. that knnccb hot boy.

2. that knnccb hot male.

3. that knnccb hot chico.

4. that knnccb hot asshole.

5. that knnccb hot idiot.

6. that knnccb hot piece of crap.

7. that knnccb hot bastard.

8. that knnccb hot man.

i have no idea who to tag. maybe later.

knnccb.

today, he was there again.

goodnight.

the most overplayed song in my pod is currently juicebox by the strokes. the raspy sound of julian's voice is so seductive. it brings me to dirty thoughts. like being drunk in bed. he puts me in a hypnotic high. damn it. julian casablancas is hot stuff. baby-faced but what an attitude.

and merissa made me cry on her birthday today.

tennis

as much as i would kill myself for this, i have to admit that i'm getting more comfortable parading my cellulite and flabs in the tennis skirt. it feels like a second skin. i like how it accentuates my ass. like damn nice.

my backhand is improving tremendously. previously when i couldn't even hit the ball, i can now apply power into my strokes. like awesome man. but my forehand stinks like shit now. it's so embarassing that i sometimes choose to hit a backhand even when the ball lands on my right.

merissa, shu chen and i were discussing about breast cancer during econs tutorial. she was complaining that her boobs hurt and i told her the same about mine. shu chen said it's just growing that's all. we logged on to the internet at the foyer to find out the symptoms right after classes ended. like damn paranoid lah that woman.

crap

Everybody sees me
But its not that easy
Standing in the lightfield
Standing in the lightfield
Waiting for some action
Waiting for some action
Why wont you come over here

i'm severely lagging behind in terms of handing up school work. it's so hard to find the motivation to start working. like how man? no way am i gonna even scrape past the a levels.

i find it a hundred times more worthwhile to watch a good tv show than writing a history essay. anything but history homework.

can i skip all homework and sit for the papers immediately? pleasy please.

moved

watching i not stupid too made me cry only a dozen times. the story was so real and yet familiar at the same time. maybe it's because at times i tend to feel unappreciated. and it's not that i don't feel horrible about it. instead, i rebel on the inside. my feelings erode drastically till i feel worse day by day. i lack the strength and courage to actually make known my honest opinions about things. what i say may not really reflect what i want to say.

would things have turned out any better if i was a deliquent and not care about my future? would i then be given the right attention that i need? and am i really being taken for granted or is it just my mind telling me so?

blah

i'm feeling down at the moment. school's going at a rate that i can barely keep up with. and i'm physically drained for no apparent reason. what's happening to me??

other than that the thought of that hot boy, i seem to be a pessimist lately. is this depression?