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Friday, March 24, 2006


Welcome back to my bimbo talks. I quit big random talks for a while. Why? Because I don't feel poseurish enough, and these days I'm just too tired to daydream. And a lil someone mentioned that that just wasn't quite right. ha! plus Sha0 actually misses my constant begging for his ipod video. ha!!! thought he would just get so damn irritated by this crazy girl here.


anyway, i delcare that,
REATIL THERAPY IS THE BEST SORT OF THERAPY. and oh i want more!! (:
it makes superme's world go round and round and round. So previous previous days, is all in all a happy bimbotic day with yuan Hahaha. WHEE!

but im downright upset now. Cause im super duper broke! plus having to pay for driving and braces makes it all a chore to work harder for work these days. and i delcare myself an independent girl!!! I told momm to stop giving me allowance! OH MY GOOOODDDNESSS. i cant believe i actually said that la.

I can work. BUT!
Unable to wear skirts is a bitch.
Having to wear an ugly uniform puts me off.
Seeing how demanding people can be, irritates me.
Stuck in a cold environment is a bitch.
Talking on the phone is a bitch.
Unable to find proper food is a bitch.
Haha, oh man, I can't believe I'm such a bummer la. but i do, hate the job ALOT! but sadly, that my source of income. like wth!

It's now real hard to cope with once a finance-worryless girl to splurge these days. Just the other day, we went marina square. and im just pretty much IN LOVE with Zara's polkadot skirt! Tang's RETRO dress! JUST SHOOT ME! BITE, WHATEVER! and i cant resist to give it a shot in the dressing room. all yuan could do was to stop me from buying and focus me for what im supposed to get for social night. -sighs- Maybe maybe, I can just buy it next month. Oh! i pray they still have.

As i said this season is just meant for me. Haha. Dots and strips. black and white. brown and yellow. green! OH YES, I REALLY DO LOVE. As you noticed, dots and stripes are everywhere this season. I LOVE! And my granny cardigan, I'm quite sad that topshop stop selling the pretty colours. Junkfood tee. I promised myself I'll get one more. CHEERS!


Working and becoming an sdult entails important decisions and responsibilities, the ground is no longer soft, any mistakes will be paid for heavily. young, wild and free no longer after a while. i dont know what's in store for me. i dont know what sort of people i'll become. What will happen to people around me. what will my life be like. will close friends still remain close as ever? will loved ones still be loved?

que sera sera,whatever will be will be.
the future's not ours to see, que sera sera

and when i sit and think about what the future holds, though sometimes i get afraid of what's to come. i stop and think about you and your steadiness, your perpetual ' being there'. and after a while, i think i cn get by with you/

but now, times are changing
look at everything that's come and gone by
sometimes when i played that pld six-string
i think about you wonder what went wrong

standing on a mama's porch
you told me it would last forever
oh the way you held my hands
i knew that it was now or never
those were the best days of my life
back in summer of '69

oh the way you held my hand.


babes and dudes.
MOS on 29th march! msg me.
Seeya there, JON! better book out and join me there! haha!

penned.


3/24/2006 10:24:00 AM