[Quote Tony's grandma-
You're evil! (insert name) was a good man, so he died. But you're evil so you can't die!]
Haha.
Guess that's why you won't die, bitch. (: But hmm. You can always try again, maybe you'll make it some day. Hint; You can die if you really want to. Just jump of the building. But then your organs can't be harvested.. Oh how can I forget? I think people would rather have kidney failure than use yours, since it's probably poisoned with all your nasty thoughts. (don't ask me why you have thoughts in your kidney, I can't fathom the body system of an evil being.)
I do feel a slight SLIGHT twinge on my conscience for being so vitriolic, but hey, I think these words are fully justified, and I haven't even reached the slut to a wonderful guy's part yet.
On the other hand, if I do discover the truth, that I misunderstood you in any way, I am fully willing to apologise for my misconception. I hope that's what I'll realise, but sadly, I highly doubt it.
And to the rest,
Scheming, Cunning, Conniving, kaypoh people,
Sorry to disappoint, I am on perfectly good terms with my boyfriend's sister. I see her 4 days a week, from the time I wake up and head to the shower, to when I'm lying down, about to turn in for the night. And too bad, so sad, we seriously do not hate each other.
So fuck off please.
Oh and yeah, thanks for the concern over cum on the bed, I have a wonderful, healthy sex life with my boyfriend, so bite me. It's amazing how pathetic people's lives are, that they have to resort to gossip about cums on beds.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
; emoooooooooooooo
Who the fuck gets 16 points for 4 subjects?
Only me.
I guess we can't get the best of both worlds. What did I expect, a miracle when I studied the day before the exam itself? Ha. Ha. Ha.
Not that my results make a difference since I never thought of going mainstream, but still. Now I've wasted two years of my life. Why did I bother striving to take my O's anyway? Left XMS, 15, should have gone straight abroad. Would be in college with Raes now. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Only me.
I guess we can't get the best of both worlds. What did I expect, a miracle when I studied the day before the exam itself? Ha. Ha. Ha.
Not that my results make a difference since I never thought of going mainstream, but still. Now I've wasted two years of my life. Why did I bother striving to take my O's anyway? Left XMS, 15, should have gone straight abroad. Would be in college with Raes now. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
; deng dai
I always complain that nobody understands me, but maybe it's cos I choose to keep it all within.
Not one of you out there, even those who can claim themselves my closer friends know that 3 issues have been haunting me for the longest time.
The first, the slash, age 14.
The second, the suicide, age 14.
The third, leaving Xinmin, choosing to retain at Sec3, from then onwards, a year slower than the rest of my batch.
Ahlien days.. Haha.
Appearance wise was the typical. Nose piercing (then, there wasn't face piercing in Singapore), multiple ear holes, long rebonded hair with the bottom in the shape of a V. All by age 12. PSLE year. Lol.
Sec 1 year came with heavy make up and a tattoo. Mini skirts, skimpy tops.. you get my drift. 'Knnbccb Honggan Hor Gao Gan' comes spewing out at the slightest annoyance.
Picked up smoking, entered my first club at 14. Club 7 or Club III I think. Then Sparks and Rush. Techno was the 'In' thing la. Those 'angmoh pais' were listening to BSB, N Sync and those boyband stuff. Rnb, trance, house? - no such thing. Clubbing three times a week, I think, high on drugs every now and then.. Fights, confrontations.. Ha.
Commiting Attempting suicide was probably the dumbest thing a 14 year old kid can ever do. It permanently ruined my liver. Did you wonder about my alcohol intake? About my mild addiction to paracetomol? Yeah, I have a love-hate relationship with panadol. Can't live with it, can't live without it. My physical body has weakened drastically.
I remember how my Mom weep everytime I tell her I'm feeling cold. Me, who wore a single tee and cargoes winter in the US, China. 'We brought you up practically on chinese herbs. Birds' nest. Shakeup (I think that's what it's called? Sashimi. Mol- something honey. What for? To build your body up. Your delicate constitution now is a.. *tears*'
Leaving Xinmin was my biggest mistake. Though I was bad, alright, probably the worst girl in the Express (Higher Chinese) stream, at least I was disciplined. I never openly defied my teachers. Merely coming late, skipping school and cca (which was a very serious offence in Xinmin), not passing up homework and stuff. I had my grades up. My batch graduated with honours. 85% scored single digits for their O's. Only 3 scored above 20.
Huayi ruined my fucking life. It's the worst fucking school ever. Not the students. The teachers and the motherfucking principal. If only I discovered St Francis a year earlier. I wouldn't have wasted one precious year of my life.
And now here I am, probably failing my O's. Did you know, I was once a gifted student, selected by a nation-wide screening test to enter the GEP, the gifted program? Did you ever thought that I had trophies and medals at home, stating 1st in level, 4th in level, National Competition 1st, Service awards and all those kinda shit? I guess not. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Not one of you out there, even those who can claim themselves my closer friends know that 3 issues have been haunting me for the longest time.
The first, the slash, age 14.
The second, the suicide, age 14.
The third, leaving Xinmin, choosing to retain at Sec3, from then onwards, a year slower than the rest of my batch.
Ahlien days.. Haha.
Appearance wise was the typical. Nose piercing (then, there wasn't face piercing in Singapore), multiple ear holes, long rebonded hair with the bottom in the shape of a V. All by age 12. PSLE year. Lol.
Sec 1 year came with heavy make up and a tattoo. Mini skirts, skimpy tops.. you get my drift. 'Knnbccb Honggan Hor Gao Gan' comes spewing out at the slightest annoyance.
Picked up smoking, entered my first club at 14. Club 7 or Club III I think. Then Sparks and Rush. Techno was the 'In' thing la. Those 'angmoh pais' were listening to BSB, N Sync and those boyband stuff. Rnb, trance, house? - no such thing. Clubbing three times a week, I think, high on drugs every now and then.. Fights, confrontations.. Ha.
I remember how my Mom weep everytime I tell her I'm feeling cold. Me, who wore a single tee and cargoes winter in the US, China. 'We brought you up practically on chinese herbs. Birds' nest. Shakeup (I think that's what it's called? Sashimi. Mol- something honey. What for? To build your body up. Your delicate constitution now is a.. *tears*'
Leaving Xinmin was my biggest mistake. Though I was bad, alright, probably the worst girl in the Express (Higher Chinese) stream, at least I was disciplined. I never openly defied my teachers. Merely coming late, skipping school and cca (which was a very serious offence in Xinmin), not passing up homework and stuff. I had my grades up. My batch graduated with honours. 85% scored single digits for their O's. Only 3 scored above 20.
Huayi ruined my fucking life. It's the worst fucking school ever. Not the students. The teachers and the motherfucking principal. If only I discovered St Francis a year earlier. I wouldn't have wasted one precious year of my life.
And now here I am, probably failing my O's. Did you know, I was once a gifted student, selected by a nation-wide screening test to enter the GEP, the gifted program? Did you ever thought that I had trophies and medals at home, stating 1st in level, 4th in level, National Competition 1st, Service awards and all those kinda shit? I guess not. Ha. Ha. Ha.
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