Friday, August 05, 2005
" Learning double posts ; 10:07 PM "
Why does everything have to be a big deal?
Like, talking for instance.
You talk, maybe for two seconds of your life and then,
before you know it, you're officially branded the chatterbox of 2005 or maybe even 1982.
It's really rare of me double-posting, especially when I can be in bed at this hour, probably dreaming about mami poko pants or something.
(Can't get that baby phrase out of my head because of Dan!)
My mother's typically emo.
And it bothers me non-stop.
I go into the kitchen to get some OJ, she's like
"Get out!"
And even if my tutor's around, she'll just scream her lungs out until I can see the veins beating at her temple. It's so silly. Why is she stressing herself out? I'm not hopping around in my underwear and waggling horrid rude words at anyone, right?
Oh my god, stress is contagious and that sucks big time.
I've finished my prelim oral. I had both eng and MT yesterday.
I'm so shocked because Mrs. J said that I was the only one
who used a phrase in my oral.
It sucks! I mean, me..me! I am the girl who farts and every single sentence during one of those entrepeneur (however you spell it) interviews over the phone!
Oral isn't fun.
I think I've made plans for my national day holidays.
First, Plan Friday, I shall sleep late today and wake up at around
10 tomorrow morning and tidy up my tuition homework.
Then, tomorrow night, I shall sleep early and wake up on Sunday morning to do shitty things. I don't know.
Plans aren't my thing.
Wife Swap sucks.
It's a wonder how the new "wives" don't slobber all over their husbands in just seconds.
Some of the wives look/act like bitches anyway.
Husbands are just forced to become dogs, huh?
Aww.
My sister returned from Sydney/Perth today.
Oh my god, she got me these cute pair of boots, elange ones, I think. Look's like it, though. And anyway, there was a whole sale in Perth.
So there were alot of things at only $5.00 (spore) and above!
I got a roxy wallet and also a pair of over-sized jeans.
Stress.
I don't know why I douple-posted to today. That's so weird.
What's even more weird is that L. actually opened up to me today! He was like telling me about A. and how he really loves her. Oh god, primary 5 and primary 6 and we're all already slobbering over love.
It's such a funny thought.
Anyway, L. was telling me about buying her things and all that.
Well, hon, don't think about material-like things.
Maybe just being you, yourself?
It'll help!
I'm no expert on these kind of things, but still, I'm telling you what I know. :) Good luck.
Haiz, I think I'll go get some shut eye.
I'm so pissed.
Ugh.
xox
Like, talking for instance.
You talk, maybe for two seconds of your life and then,
before you know it, you're officially branded the chatterbox of 2005 or maybe even 1982.
It's really rare of me double-posting, especially when I can be in bed at this hour, probably dreaming about mami poko pants or something.
(Can't get that baby phrase out of my head because of Dan!)
My mother's typically emo.
And it bothers me non-stop.
I go into the kitchen to get some OJ, she's like
"Get out!"
And even if my tutor's around, she'll just scream her lungs out until I can see the veins beating at her temple. It's so silly. Why is she stressing herself out? I'm not hopping around in my underwear and waggling horrid rude words at anyone, right?
Oh my god, stress is contagious and that sucks big time.
I've finished my prelim oral. I had both eng and MT yesterday.
I'm so shocked because Mrs. J said that I was the only one
who used a phrase in my oral.
It sucks! I mean, me..me! I am the girl who farts and every single sentence during one of those entrepeneur (however you spell it) interviews over the phone!
Oral isn't fun.
I think I've made plans for my national day holidays.
First, Plan Friday, I shall sleep late today and wake up at around
10 tomorrow morning and tidy up my tuition homework.
Then, tomorrow night, I shall sleep early and wake up on Sunday morning to do shitty things. I don't know.
Plans aren't my thing.
Wife Swap sucks.
It's a wonder how the new "wives" don't slobber all over their husbands in just seconds.
Some of the wives look/act like bitches anyway.
Husbands are just forced to become dogs, huh?
Aww.
My sister returned from Sydney/Perth today.
Oh my god, she got me these cute pair of boots, elange ones, I think. Look's like it, though. And anyway, there was a whole sale in Perth.
So there were alot of things at only $5.00 (spore) and above!
I got a roxy wallet and also a pair of over-sized jeans.
Stress.
I don't know why I douple-posted to today. That's so weird.
What's even more weird is that L. actually opened up to me today! He was like telling me about A. and how he really loves her. Oh god, primary 5 and primary 6 and we're all already slobbering over love.
It's such a funny thought.
Anyway, L. was telling me about buying her things and all that.
Well, hon, don't think about material-like things.
Maybe just being you, yourself?
It'll help!
I'm no expert on these kind of things, but still, I'm telling you what I know. :) Good luck.
Haiz, I think I'll go get some shut eye.
I'm so pissed.
Ugh.
xox