My boyfriend can draw.

Yesterday.
Woke up late. Cabbed. Felt broke. IS broke. School. Boringgg. Changed. Ran 1 round. Swapped socks with my people. Ran 4 rounds. Talked. Denise came. Ran 5 more rounds. Waited for Denise. Bathed. Met the boyfriend outside school. Homed. Went to Macs. Studied while he drew. Laughed. Bought food for Dad. Slacked at stairs. LMZ came home. He left.
I love you :)


I'll blog more when I've the time. LY's touch is dying already.


P.S. Get well soon, HPY!

Love grows where trust is laid, and Love dies where trust is betrayed.

My legs fail me.

The distance which every individual in the team have to run weekly is killing me. Not that I'm ranting, really. But my legs are.. weak? My calve muscles can even cramp from the 3 rounds that we had to run for PE. Played Frisbee against another class, and I was screaming like alot. Sorry, my bad. Bet the other class was thinking that I'm a nutcase. Dammit. I think I deviate most from normalcy when I walk like I've a Frisbee stuck in between my butt cheeks (not literally of course), and that's yesterday. Either way, my calves died on me after the game.


On a much brighter note, I just handed in my EOM too! Like before the deadline, how cool is that? I really need to start catching up with my work. Starting from now mm?

So who'll volunteer to be my study partner?

Sangat cacat gila

Just got off the phone with KH. Poor guy's body is aching. Sigh.

Yesterday was an awesome day. Woke up early, texted the boyfriend and I fell asleep again. My bad. Met him still, and we went to catch Harry Potter. Movie was painful to sit through, and we left after Dumbledore died. Ate at Chippy's. He was cute. Went to somewhere outside the Esplanade and we talked till the sky turned dark. He sent me home, and I let him try a piece of the cheesecake which I (along with Ben and Den) made on Saturday. Met JingYu to give her the last piece. Bf left.
The next thing I know, bf texted to say he was on his way to the police station. Some cacat gila of a Chinaman robbed and punched him (at his block) and he fought back of course. Cacat gila even wanted to sue him for assault. Shan't elaborate on what happened and bf's alright now anyway.
Or so he said.

Love you much, love.

Call him mine.

Mine had a really screwed up day. Mine didn't feel like replying any of my messages (refer to first sentence) but he did (cause he reckoned that I would miss him mm idiot). Mine waited for me for 2 hours. Mine talked about his day with calm (and unlimited curses). Mine walked with me to our spot. Mine gave me the surprise that he'd worked on yesterday. Mine asked.
Mine. Is the love of my life. The sweetest drug, and the only one who has got enough of me to break my heart.

CKH♥

Say hi to the Dork.

Having Maths lecture now, and we just got back our Progress Report Card. Yours truly spammed Ds and Es and it is highly traumatizing, I tell you.


To-do list:
1. Wear spects, tie up my fringe, eat my books.
2. Study.
3. Study.
4. Study.
5. Kill my new Econs tutor.
6. Go to Queensway and get my things.
7. Pay attention for Maths lecture.
8. Ok I should really start to pay attention. Like starting from now.
9. Stop using LY's touch to come online during lectures.
10. Tell LMZ my results.

That's a really long list huh. And I'm so going to dread doing number 10. >:(

Fake it like you matter, that's a lie we can both keep.

Now I know why today was such a slow day. And a blur one at that. Lessons just never seem to end and breaks are a tad too short. The nicest of all songs play at the wrong beat, and the horrible ones can't even block out the noise.

You.
I feel bad. And I'm really very sorry for that day. I don't blame you for the things you're doing now (yes I did notice them, stop denying it). Maybe I just don't deserve to know you better. Ah of course I don't. Sorry.

And you.
It stings. Alot. Did you know that?


I would love the new metal to (under) my skin if it had blocked out all these raw emotions charging straight at me like how the rest did last time. But it just throbs in an awfully wrong way, making it all just suck even more.

I've to do my EOM, and study for my Essay test tomorrow, but I'm too busy whining about my emo life. Talk about teenage angst.
Ugh at least I admit that I'm angsty. Right? Fuck it, I'm off to whine again.


If embracing this huge ego of mine once again will make things easier, I would.
May there be lesser drama.
And I certainly hope that I won't regret this.

Lifegiver,

Happy Birthday.
I'm not so good with words. Just want to tell you that you've been the main reason why I look forward to tomorrow for all my life.


But someone please remind me to kick this woman whom I love so in the ass when she comes home. I still owe her one for telling Denise's grandmother that I'm like a pig (in terms of sleeping).

Hello dear, I've been missing you.

Now I know why am I as moronic as you make me sound like, cause you take up one hell of a huge space in my head.


1. GP: MJC 2005 Paper.
2. GP: Essay 2nd Draft
3. GP: 4 Newspaper Articles
4. PW: EOM
5. Chemistry: Tutorial
6. Chemistry: PC06
7. Maths: Tutorial

All of my undone work.


Looking for an article for EOM now, and it sucks like totally. Also, did I mention? NEVER add your teacher on MSN, cause her nickname(s) and personal message(s) just about drives you crazy. Literally. And mine just became the first person whom I'd ever blocked. Not mentioning the uncountable number of desperate idiots out there, of course.

Grasp your nettles firmly.

"Nettles are like all annoying, upsetting things - you have to take them firmly and they can't do you any harm. If you're afraid of them, and don't face up to them, they'll sting you good and proper and make you as miserable as can be." -Enid Blyton


He's been at the back of my head for long enough, no?
Yesterday, someone in particular told me to think about what I want in my life, and it wasn't that hard to come up with an answer to that. Well, to sum it all up, I'm a coward. The many excuses which I could come up with to avoid that question was rather alarming.
Sorry for taking so long. Had always known that I had to get him out somehow. This time, I'll really work on it. On relieving myself of this negligible but highly annoying baggage.