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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Thursday, November 08, 2007
do you understand me?
i guess those people who are reading my bloggie understand me only abit.
not many people read my bloggie.....except suat hoon and rena....
sometimes, even i do not understand myself either.

why are people made with such a complicated mind?
why do we have to have emotions?
why can't we be human woodblocks and live life by staring into the space?


GO, you are really a gong kia.
i attend to every minor details about you.
when you said you wanted a cup, no one brought you one.
being nice, i went to get for you.
can you see the reason behind it?
can you at least show some appreciation?
so that i won't feel like i'm a silly girl, who contributes silently and being taken for granted.
that makes me another gong kia too.
sometimes i even felt that wo hen bu yao lian.
where'd my pride gone to?

i felt sour but i pretend to feel nothing as i did not want to cause any more misery to my heart.
why on earth would you want to go to that kia si lang's house?
are you'all more than just being friends?
i feared,
when i saw you smiling on the phone (she's on the line).
please say what you mean ok?
don't call me mei nv if you don't mean it.
disgusting!
then i'd rather you call my name straight.
i don't like kia si lang.
can't understand why you can mix with her.
everything about her is just so uberly kia si lang!



mad inside.
went to kopitiam to get a can of iced green tea to simmer down.
fuck lah.
i emphasized to that aunty "a can of ICED green tea please..."
and it turned out to be half-cold.
added to my fury was the unexpected 45 min waiting for bus 100.
kaoz.
that's the longest i've ever waited for a bus!
and that bus uncle caused me to waste 50cents.
another asshole.



whenever i'm down, i feel hungry more easily than often.
now no more ice-cream.
mommy bought home a huge box of doughnuts!
yay!
eat eat eat......best is until i puke.
and i realise i have insomnia lately.
mentally and physically i really do feel tired
but i could not catch a wink.
even doctor told me that i looked tired.
yer......
i wanna concuss like before.
suat hoon......................................lets go pubbing soon k?
faster faster.
there're so many things i wanna share with you.
bursting inside liao....
i need support.
"pseudo-depression"

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