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my curiosity for you eats into my sleep.


Monday, June 25, 2007

" Submit your tutorial question
Go for your breakfast.
Back at 1045am"
this is what Susan type on the board
before she left the classroom for her breakfast.
i'm free not because i've done my tutorial.
but that i dont even know the question.
kelly, diane and jieling doing our stats project and here i'm blogging.not that i dont give a damn.i think they think i'm not part of them.
seriously,i feel tired trying to tell them i wanna do something. and it's really not my fault i cant go online when they were discussing the survey questions.
you get what i mean? and despite my constant effort of saying..
"okay, maybe i can help with this..."urm....and also trying to contribute some ideas...i'm still like "rejected"
so after all,i fuck it.
i can imagine what they gimme for my peer evaluation. it isnt fair, but life is nvr fair.i'm the free rider.
i need to talk to somebody.
someone i can really open up my heart.
and the person that comes to my mind is Angeline
oh man.
and just when i was reading her blog,
her sms came.
how sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet~!
in fact,
i'm excited about calling her when lessons end.
too bad we cant meet today.
i got so much to tell her.
i wanna whine to her so so so badly.
i wanna curse and swear.
i wanna complain tonnes of complaints.
i wanna maybe cry a little.
hello my twin,
i read your blog.
i realise i know nothing abt your life now.
i cant even remember the last time we called up each other to chat & gossip.
dont wanna sound love sick,
but i do miss you.
my face is peeling.
and it's red, red, RED.
it's getting worse and worse each day.
it will probably peel for a month or at least few weeks.
and till it peel finish,
i dont think i wanna start work.
imagine a peeling skin sales girl approaches you.
"yeeeeek" will be the reaction.
thank God,
baby didnt say "yeeeek"
at least all these while,
when i went through all my depression and stuff...
i had him there for me
which i'm grateful for.
especially those nights when i'm down with fever,
he was there with me with ice water, and hugs.
he bought me porridge,
he fed me with those pink fever pills,
he force water down my throat,
and most importatly, he brought love along with him.
without his TLC, i wouldnt have recovered.
despite making me angry sometimes..
i've still got a good baby.
so, i'm keeping him for good.
okay lah.
enough of my no link blog entry.
lesson ended.

(L) alphabet A
2:21 AM

Thursday, June 21, 2007

my blog is so desserted.
i'm sorry!

i admit.
i MIA-ed from school.
dont ask me why.
it's too hard to explain.
not that i wanna quit school.
i dunno.
i dont wish to think about anything.
so dont ask me why.

but of course,
no more MIA.


i'm in nyp Mac canteen now.
was doing econs project, but am rotting.
so decided to face myself, face reality and blog abt my miserable life.

no point running away.
perhaps, i would feel better after typing out.

hmmm, no more self pity.
brace myself up.


how's my life now?

lotsa projects that's taking up all my time this 2weeks hols.

i didnt join in the GSS fun of digging for good bargains.
i havent start work.
i just had to do projects.
read up on lessons which i had missed.


school work is choking up to my throat already.

last Sat was my 18th birthday.
well, happy birthday to me!

was it really a happy birthday?
maybe, maybe not.

thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday via sms.
and, those who left me a msg online while i was offline...
i'm sorry i didnt update you guys with my new hp no.

thanks even more to those who celebrated with me.

but sad to say,
this year is the first year my family didnt celebrate with me.
reason being,
my grandfather (mummy's dad) and one of my relative are still hopitalised.

hope they recover soon.
although not that close to them,
but each time i visit them, my heart aches.

all those needles, urrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

and mummy,
pleassssssseeee tell my the result of your medical report is OK!


know what?

i felt like crying when she called my on my cell to say
"happy birthday!"

i was like so touched.

i'm really happy that peeps remember my birthday.
it's not abt the pressies,
it's the thots that counts!

and, i know poly life is all abt projects and projects...
but when i am free...
girlfriends let's go out!

i miss you people!

i'm leaving nyp alrdy.
hopefully, i will update soon!

thanks for all those who cares (you know who you are).
thanks for a baby who never fails to be here for me!

i'm still a happy girl!
(L) alphabet A
4:19 PM