we are just too rational.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
he touched down and text me; and filled me with a gossip. can i call that nice or what? travelling so often and the last time i saw him was before london. months was that. so arrange for our next makan session already.
i am blogging at one thirty nine with ll's song in the background. how 'bout you?
anywasss.. was eating in my favourite hawker centre last sunday. and a friend saw me. throwing me a compliment. reminds me of those days. those people. its been 4 years or so? how time flies.
man.. sure i look good when i feel least. the weather was killing and i am eating with a table full with food. doesnt appeal to me. i dont enthu seeing familar faces. i dont know. its tiring to hear people say, "how's life and what are you doing currently, looks good yea?" i dont know what's good. certainly is better than before. but i cant rate it cos i am breathing me. so yah..
just like msn. it sucks actually. its weird. i am online but i dont talked, maybe to certain people. i am rather quiet in my inner world.
j came over and i was going through my wardrobe and i found a name tag and its from savills. yes, you got it hoes. fugly looking one actually. i just took a glance and it landed in my trash bin. i cant seem to recall anything back. i've been with them about a year and so. i have a bet with my friends that i will stick with them for a year(be it politics happen or shit). and i did it. they were dumbfounded. i cant washed a fucking cup or change my own sheets so this is something big bitches. they should get me a trophy or something. rofl. seriously, i didnt know what to do with my life for that period of time so i just stuck and i wake up one day, knowing i am leaving, for good. life's been ultra superficial over there, from the first time. i thought i am losing myself over the drama and weeping. damn j for saying, maybe you could cook up a story for them. saying you need to support your family and having extremely bad financial difficulties. rofl again. i cant believe i actually used that man. its really.. i cant find that word. but yea... it works. shrugs* thanks j. one kind.
the funny thing is j said you gotta be careful. even from the bag you carried. so he got me a black plain one which you caught me dead carrying it. got me cheap make up from drug's store. no fanciful nails. makes me sounds so green. all the little details. shake heads* i think that makes him happy, which sounds sick to me, now. lolololol.
the worst catch was, one bitchy woman saw me getting down from boyfri's convertible. so bitchy describes it. and came asking what he does and shit. how bitchy can 30s women be. i rolled my eyes on the inside, telling myself not to act like this in the future. i swear by that. and one fine day, i let out saying, "oh.. we are over." and those bitchy women was like, "oh, so he dumped you or what?" going on and on. came to a point, i was asked to write my house's number which i clearly have no idea what its, so i whipped out my phone and check it so another thang was on, "you cant even remember your house's number?" so i said, "i dont stay here but you wanted my house's." so all eyes were on me. and one smart alec, "oh.. she stayed in a private apartment near _____ with her boyfri." thanks for letting out. so another another thang, "so you stayed there?" and bla.
siao eh... old women are bitchy. really. so my bitches, please dont act this way okay. we grow old gracefully.
the above post is for j. making me sound so ridiculous for a year. but a good one. i grow. alot. really.
i am me, being me, nothing last forever.
hopefully i am able to get up tomorrow for shopping. i intend to spree today but i cant get up. head to town last weekend, and man, i didnt get a single thing. went empty-handed. how depressing. i wanna get that stuff so badly so its disappointing not able to find any, or even similar kinds.
bbuuuttt i saw a bag baby, in fact 2 in dfs. i am drooling over it. my body is screaming for them.
whatever.
i am in love with the last man i met.