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Thursday, March 10, 2005

i don't know y we turned out like this.

gosh. there's something wrong with blogger. ok. and somehow i find myself being very relieved when i found out that there was some error. is my love for blogging dying? isit? it better not. i count on this to make myself a living one day. haha. ONE DAY.

anyways, today was sort of the last day in school and i just realised one damn thing. i will NEVER EVER EVER in my lifetime get to wear the SA uniform! and i realised i carn even say 'i will NEVER EVER EVER in my lifetime get to wear the SA uniform again." ARGH! i carn even say again. cos i've never worn it before. sad. so sad.

ok now. peeps. look to the right. see the links? go click on the XiaXue link. and go read! she's so funny i could just start laffing in front of the comp and my mum would come in and go

"XIAO KIN NA! BO SEE ZHOU AH? KUA KORN-PUI-TER CHIO GA A NI!"

haha. which means:

"YOU CRAZY KID! NOTHING BETTER TO DO AH? LOOK AT THE COMPUTER AND LAUGH UNTIL LIKE DAT!"

i really love Hokkien. i'm so proud to be one. i'm so proud to have the privelige of cursing at people cos they think Hokkien is all about cursing and im cursing them because i'm a hokkien therefore i'm doing it unwittingly and its in my genes and i'll never get into trouble! yay!

gosh. i have a bad feeling. this is gonna be a very random entry. bits and pieces here and there of nothing-ness.

WE went to Ikea todae! it was hilarious. WE ate meatballs and potatoes and little baby had spagetthi and i realised i'm so used to calling her baby and treating her like a baby dat i actually stupidly asked her whether the spag was from the kid's menu when you could fit your head snugly into the bowl. it was relatively big.

*Sigh* stupidity spreads like the plague nowadays.

WE were so STUPID. i tell you. First we were so pissed that people were wasting food and not finishing their potatoes when benny and baby so stupidly bought 5 pieces of potato for 2 bucks. HAHAHAHA. Now lets all take a moment, point in their direction, muster all the laughter we have and go....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

now. tell me. tell me honestly. look me straight in the face and tell me dat wasn't fun. y would anyone in the right mind buy 5 pieces of less than a quarter of a potato for 2 bucks?!??! and they paid 30 cents for sauce. hahah. crazy poots.

and then we schemed. to one day bring plastic bags and go table by table asking the people whether they still want their potatoes.

THE POTATO HUNTERS!

look out for us the next time you drop by IKEA's ever wonderful cafe. or wadever it's called.

Next. we went to IKEA. and i've said this and i will say it again. the whole place looks so damn cozy i just wanna snuggle up under the covers and fall aslp there and then they'll close at night and everyone will leave and i will sneak to the cafe and steal some potatoes.

yayness.

and then crazy baby went around touching EVERYTHING. i tell you. EVERYTHING! she had to sit on every rocking chair and touch every stuff toy and make a lot of noise and go around saying how everything can actually be home-made. gosh. i'm surprised we din get funny looks from the more normal people. there was actually this moment when she was lying on the bed and i contemplated running away from THE HORROR and leaving THE HORROR there.

gag.

and i bot roses for the both of them! yay! i have this unexplicable joy giving stuff to people. esp flowers! i love buying flowers and giving them to my girl-friends cos i know no matter how weird or how un-girly they are, no girl can ever say 'no thanks.' to a stalk of wadever dat resembles a flower. even if it's fake! i guess it's the i'm-holding-a-flower-therefore-i'm-loved feeling dat really turns girls on.

uh. dat sounds sick la. turns girls on. ooo. yummy.

uh. dis is such a horrible entry too. i hate this. i hate not having an inspiration to write. i hate rambling. i hate rambling about what went on todae and everyday and every other day. wad difference would dat make. i hate this. hate hate hate.

i hate it when people call me a 'Loser', regardless of whether it's true anot or whether they're joking. it dun matter. it still hurts. cos deep inside i know dats what i truly am.

i hate it when i have something to say but it gets stuck in the back of my throat cos i somehow dun have the balls to say it. (Balls as in you-know-what-it-is-its-courage. Not testicles. Wouldnt it be much easier if i had said courage? bah.)

i hate it when i wanna slap you in the face for how you have been but i carn cos i'm too weak (not physically but mentally.) .

i hate to forgive but i always do.

i hate to remember the hurt but i always do.

i hate to cry in the middle of the night with my blanket over my head and i carn breathe and i just feel like dying.

i hate to feel suicidal.

i hate to try to tell someone how i feel, someone i really love, only to have that someone forget what took me so much to say.

i hate to see people being depressed.

i hate to console depressed people cos i noe i'm not any better.

i hate being so selfish.

i hate being called 'selfish' though i myself am not clear which side of the line i belong to.

i hate having to make pointless conversations with people hu would just lay back and not help to get the conversation going. i'm just being nice by talking to you. on a good day i wouldn't meet people like you.

i hate to have fun onli to think that people are unhappy because i'm having fun.

i hate to have to wonder y you are looking at me this way.

i hate to guess what you are thinking.

i hate to hide. and hide. from people whom are not worthing wasting your time to hide from.

i hate double-meanings. just say something straight in my face if you want to. too many u-turns contribute to fatal accidents.

i hate to patronise you. and you. and you you you.

i hate it when you tink that i have everything and that i shouldnt ask for anything more because i have everything. but you know what. you know nothing.

i hate it when some people are so mean but are so liked.

i hate it when i carn figure out what's wrong with me.

i hate it when i tink that something's wrong with me.

i hate to write untrue stuff for the sake of writing.

i hate to write untrue stuff for the sake of how this page is gonna look like.

i hate it when i want something but i never can get it out of my mouth what i really want.

i hate it when i go out in a group and i'm left behind.

i hate it when i'm alone.

i hate it where there are too many people around.

i hate it when i see you whisper and i dun noe what you are talking about.

i hate to whisper and not let you know what i'm talking about.

i hate to not be heard.

i hate to not helping myself be heard.

i hate this self-torture.

i hate it when people talk to me when i'm blogging.

i hate to have a guilty conscience when i haven done anything wrong.

i hate myself. and i hate myself for feeling dat way.

i hate to hate.

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