this morning, while in the bus, for some queer reason, i was intently engrossed with the tv mobile. im just wondering, would i make a good news anchor? im thinking of making that a future profession. i think, when im serious, i can speak well. but when im all goofy and have my guards down, some people say i sound like an ah lian/minah. but anw, i would have to get into mass communication. i suddenly have this insatiable urge to enter uni terribly? haha. and an interest in gp and the humanitarian/ global issues too. im not sure why though.
we finally performed for the cca carnival. thank you farhana for the jeans! im amaze we are of the same size when i could have sworn i think im double your mass! which reminds me, im on a get-fit regime. HAHAHAHA. and im making all those close to me get one too. i wanna get gold for NAPFA and not complain that that tepak sirih is bloody heavy everytime we have our syf prac. i wanna lose 3kg ONLY. any more and i would have to down-size my bra.
so i told my mom that i didnt wanna an extra serving of rice. and guess what she said? "my cooking not nice ah? okay la, we order pizza. mak heard there is a promotion." she is evil! she KNOWS im trying to cut back on my food consumption and she chooses NOW of all the times to buy pizza! but i reacted in such a violent way, that it made her snigger. but at least she changed her mind.
the only thing permanent is change. please dont return to status quo.
move along.
and another found another. & yet he still come.
she can never be another me.
being empty is not about being. neither is
empty an adjective. it is a decree.
what makes a peice of writting literature anyway? im still on my lit assgnmt. bloody hell of rough ride coz i cant concentrate. all i could think of is why the hell do i have to appreciate writtings and more writtings when we both know the language has ceased to be. sure the language is beautiful.. but so am i. but nobody studies me.
i like things this way. when im treating you like an abandoned puppet. downfall is, u were once so real that you execute warmth and made the rest of the busy world rush pass us just like that, like we're in slowmo. i dont even think of you as a person. how did you drop so low?
but now i see. him.
just being.
we finally performed for the cca carnival. thank you farhana for the jeans! im amaze we are of the same size when i could have sworn i think im double your mass! which reminds me, im on a get-fit regime. HAHAHAHA. and im making all those close to me get one too. i wanna get gold for NAPFA and not complain that that tepak sirih is bloody heavy everytime we have our syf prac. i wanna lose 3kg ONLY. any more and i would have to down-size my bra.
so i told my mom that i didnt wanna an extra serving of rice. and guess what she said? "my cooking not nice ah? okay la, we order pizza. mak heard there is a promotion." she is evil! she KNOWS im trying to cut back on my food consumption and she chooses NOW of all the times to buy pizza! but i reacted in such a violent way, that it made her snigger. but at least she changed her mind.
the only thing permanent is change. please dont return to status quo.
move along.
and another found another. & yet he still come.
she can never be another me.
being empty is not about being. neither is
empty an adjective. it is a decree.
what makes a peice of writting literature anyway? im still on my lit assgnmt. bloody hell of rough ride coz i cant concentrate. all i could think of is why the hell do i have to appreciate writtings and more writtings when we both know the language has ceased to be. sure the language is beautiful.. but so am i. but nobody studies me.
i like things this way. when im treating you like an abandoned puppet. downfall is, u were once so real that you execute warmth and made the rest of the busy world rush pass us just like that, like we're in slowmo. i dont even think of you as a person. how did you drop so low?
but now i see. him.
just being.
posted by syazleen at
8:49 PM
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