Friday, January 20, 2006

__________________like a stranger,
she passed me by.

hi, world.

i'm currently dying.
dying from gastric flu.
3 days of mc and 6 different sorts of pills are driving me insane.

glucose drink, pills and sleep.
those are what i've been getting for the past 3 days.

puke.
puke.
puke.

frankly, i'm utterly tempted to grab a knife and stab myself down my abdomen.

and i'm not yet done with my will and invitation for my funeral.
so maybe, not so soon.

bye world.

[illusions.]

Thursday, January 19, 2006

she rather let the tears run in the rain.

Friday, January 13, 2006

she decided to rest her case.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

she packed her thoughts into the bag of crap
and threw it into the sea.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

__________________not much that you should know.

i've been wanting to come online but i'm as busy as a bee so yup.
HEH.

it's been work, work, work and lotsa going out and spending 100 bucks in like 4 days on nothing but simply my breakfast, lunch and dinner.
i say YAMI YOGURT tastes damn good and i'm craving for it right now. (utterly random i know, but WHO CARES.)

and i've been feeling much like a gay.
cos of the way i dress and the comments i've been getting from some ppl.

1) ray said, "you know, you look like those cool guys who wear oversized clothes and with cool hair." (note: to him, cool hair for a guy is quite long. and he made me feel damn gay.)

2) ain's friend, "hey, that guy looks quite handsome." ain, "uhhh, she's a girl eh."

3) when i wear a tie, mark says, "you really look like a gay eh."

4) when jialing and i both try on hats together, jialing will go, "ya, you really look like a guy."

5) michelle calls me tom boy.

6) my friend's friends saw me from behind and thought i am a man. (note: friend's name cannot be disclosed.)

DAMNIT.
i'm gonna try to tie my hair soon.
or else i will still look gay.

i dont even have time to sleep. (random again. but POUTS.)

bye world, time for work.

[nightmares.]

Monday, January 02, 2006

she took the wrong step.