♥ ; Thursday, February 25, 2010
最美的不是下雨天,是曾与你躲过雨的屋檐
aye. im in abit of situation here. )):
i finally finished all my dresden files on hand.
7th. where are you!? im so gonnna find you..
right now. i should just concentrate on exams.
automation control eh?
i soooo gonna conquer u baby.
gimme a A baby, dun be stingy. or a B will do.
not gonna let u gimme a F boy.
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i swear i gonna hit the club before i go for my fyp.
best, the club music better be nice.
i must hav spray tooooooo much ck-be.
i keep smelling cherry smell.
which aren a good thing.
since..
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well. obviously. my situation here is boyfriend-girlfriend thingy.
who else can gimme headache?!*
started off with sth personal. i suppose i asked toooo much questions.and irritate someone.cus as you can see here.we girls aren suppose t ask toooo much questions.cus we would put the oh-i-am-so-pressurised-that-sorta-mumbo-jumbo on them. and yes, he was like having headache.i suppose i could hav been a lil more sympathetic.and add abit of the ingredient named- niceties into the blend.i shouldn bomb those frivolous questions at him. cus you see. by doing so.i make myself appear lik a heartless,cold-blooded, void of feelings bitch.i suppose im done with sarcasm.well. of cus, i got pissed. so i shutup for awhile.but curiousity got the better of me.i started asking again.3/4 questions more?and boomboomfire. i got shot down.blahblah. we argued. we quarrelled.tho im not too sure is "quarrel" the right word. nonetheless.Tension in the air, both of us getting upset at each other.and end off with playing some stupid game.yeah, you got it. the well known. -mind gamehe started asking some nonsensical questions. which i had no way to know wwhat should i even say.i tried my luck.obviously, when people say bad luck comes in threes. you should believe them. apparently, luck fail me.i gave a wrong answer. he came up with the wrong conclusion.""question: i go reservoir.answer: go loh.""obviously, i died here. lost the battle.got shot with lotsssss of bullets and arrows.thank god, they aren silver bullets or fire/frost arrows.but. fuck! tell me.how can a question which seem so harmless be able to release arrows?
and LOTSA IT!anyways! thennnnn. these happened. he started mirroring everything i said.for eg. ""K: what the fuck do you want now?W: what the fuck do you think i want? ""NOTE: this is EXAMPLE. i cant really rmb what we said ytd. i mean. i cant rmb lik X to the MARK right?ok. no dota terms here. zzzzzz. soo. we cont like that for god knows how long.well it definitely felt like hours to me.and time went lik vrroomvroomzoom. we finally *snap*snap*realised the conversation is going nowhere.and both of us step back. (in a way) (or rather felt that way)we ended the call. 5+am. goshhh. and obviously.your lady here. soooo capable of being pessimistic.naturally. she said things like. ""K:oh, so now you want a break up?W: this is you say one. ""K: you said you cant feel anything!W: i meant my headache. can you dun anyhow assume!?"" (LOLROFLLMAO!)*
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goshh, i think i pretty much drove him
crazy last night.
not like he didn.
we are on par. LOL.
more like.
we are like
nemesis. -.-
we cant
conquer each other.
but we drive each other crazy.
goshhh. i hate him.
seriously.
but he is lik some stupid drug.
some stupid cherry drug.
damn if i admit i love cherries.
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yes, and FYI. we are not okay yet.i thought we are lik cold war-ingapparently. i mentioned im suffering from pessimism.and im lik in the final stage. the most jia lat one.then he called. soo boohoo.. we not cold-war-ing. lols.
ok. ignore that boohoo comment. hahahaha.
but then. still. tension.
lik just waiting for some stupid sparks.
to spark everything back. geees...
sometimes. i wonder.
why would i want a stupid nemesis idiot piece of shiit to drive me crazy?!cant i just get someone real dumb and slow that will pamper me lik some precious precioussy prissy princess. LOL.*
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sometimes i wish i can unds u abit more.just abit more.sometimes i wish..things didn happen.but we all know. face the reality yo!
Hmm.. Oh
Too much of anything can make you sick
Even the good can be a curse (curse)
Makes it hard to know which road to go down
Knowing too much can get you hurt
Is it better, is it worse
Always sitting in reverse
It's just like we're going backwards
I know where I want this to go
Try to go fast
But let's go slow
What I don't wanna do is crash, no
Labels: boyfriend problem, mr.w, rambling, upset
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