Sunday, February 22, 2009

Vday


Lovely ambience and great company.Scrumptious food. Yummy dessert.


She listens to him as he talks about his crush. yes his crush and hers on their first date on Valentines day dinner.


Honesty is the best policy.

She had fun. He had fun. Her friends had fun. The cameramen and photographers had fun.

Great experience.
P/S-Where art thou, lady writer?

I wana go to the beach.


Its 0136 am. I am sick of reading Vandervell`s stupid tactic on how to avoid paying ad valorem tax. I think he is the culprit behind my (and the law of trusts students) high level of stress.


I am gonna have a night out with my 2 favourite lecturers and a close friend of mine. I cant wait. I need an entertainment. I had a dull and innefficient weekend. I hate weekends. Too much of trusts. Too much dwelling on Vandervells problem on his beneficial interests. Bloody idiot that fella.


I miss home. I miss my family. I miss my parents. I miss my 2 sisters. I miss my cat. I miss my room. I miss my bed. I miss homecook food.I miss my KK friends.


I have to bear with fast food, pollution, stress, messy room with papers and books around, coffee and biscuits since im broke, public transportations, sleeping late, having meaningful conversations with myself, being single and lonely etc etc.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I dont mind gaining extra kg.


Im gonna migrate. Im gonna shift to another region.

Danny Boome is hawt. Kill me.

Im so gonna go to UK to do my masters and start saving moolah from now on.

Also, to hunt for Danny Boome.
Guys who can cook turns me on.

Ps- Thanx Sai for the butterscotch bread.=)

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Blessings in life.


I always look at the bright side whenever things went wrong.

I dont believe in having bad lucks in life.

Thanx to sharon n her bf for the chocolate and lovely dinner and nam yew for the valentines cookies.

Also, meaningful conversations with Uncle Hashim.

These small little things mean a lot to me.
Not forgetting wonderful friends around me.
*smiles*


Friday, February 6, 2009

Creep fascinates me.




When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye?
You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here,
ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs runs...runs..
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...