*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011 @ 3:16 PM
Everything about me IS NOT everything about HIM so SHUT THE FU*K UP.I'm so sick of people mentioning HIS NAME everytime I'm happily sms-ing, or if I'm on the line... or if I'm looking emo and sad. So don't even mention HIS NAME please. Like "Sms-ing *** ah?" or "Missing *** ah? It's okay honey.. Don't be sad..." LIKE WHAT THE HELL? Who says I'm missing him. Jeez. That would be the last thing on my mind okay. The thought of him, the sight of his face disgusts me. Why would I wanna miss him? Damn. You people should get things straight before even opening up your mouths to talk to me. ......... On another unhappy note, I'm sick of waiting for people. I don't make people wait for me. So, I don't like to wait for people too. It totally irritates me when people are not being punctual and had to drag me along with it. Like... I woke up super early... and obviously I won't be late. But due to certain circumstances like people finding it hard to wake up in the morning, I had to be late as well. Geram gila. Or... people telling me at the last minute to go off by myself and don't need to wait anymore when I've already waited practically the entire morning. I guess this is the downside of living with others. At the same time, you get to see who they really are.. and how is their lifestyle.. and how similar or how different it is from ours. Oh well. .......... Sometimes, I wish to move out and stay somewhere in town... where food access is easier and hospital is nearer. This supposedly Chinese neighborhood is slowly to look bad in my eyes. Labels: footprints, uni |