9:23 PM Wednesday, September 10, 2008
True friends are friends that, no matter where, will give their best for you.Including offering to come to RGS specially for you on an ulu saturday when nobody's there because you dumbly forgot there was no comp math.
True friends make you feel alone, without them.
True friends will make you cry, but they will cry inside too.
True friends will be your accomplices and not betray you no matter what.
True friends will take the initiative to get back together when we fight.
True friends will still give you a birthday card during a "cold period" between us because they cannot not give you anything without wondering if the "cold period" was really a "cold period".
True friends leave you craving more because you realise you're empty without them.
True friends will sit with you in the same spot on the canteen table although it's far away from the class just becuase they do not want to disappoint you.
True friends are irreplacable and would (for me) cause a great emo session if the friendship ended.
Just like in April-June this year.
When I thought the friendship had ended, but it was all my fault for not listening to my true friend.
But through that emo period, I made another true friend, who will leak out all her innermost feelings and realise she did that but not feel any remorse.
Therefore I don't think YOU have your true friends yet.
The way you flit from friend to friend, giving that fake actcute look with those eyes that don't show a thing.
I say it's an adaptation to being friendless. Don't let anyone show your insecurity. Don't cry, because it's embarassing. That's what you think.
I cry in class. I still cry. Because I know my true friends won't leave me even if I embarass myself, even if I act like a total suaku and weirdo.
I am anyway. Suaku and weirdo.
But I don't care.
Because I have my true friends.
And books to remind me of them.
See why I like non-fiction books now?
Can't bring myself to read Jap yet, though.
See that, freak? You don't even know the definitions yet you jump to weird conclusions.
That's embarassing. See there you go.
You can't cry, because you will be embarassed.
Embarassed and humiliated.
Because I can predict your feelings.
And because I know what you are inside.
And because you are so much older than me but know nothing.
And you aren't vegan. Heartless enough to not become vegan. Or even vegeterian. Or even control your meat intake.
And too proud to admit that you're insecure.
See those eyes?
You can't glare, face it.
Because you need to actually be able to feel to glare.
Which you aren't able to.
Labels: angry, moodswing
7:35 PM Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Yay new shoes.
One Adidas, one fiveinch (hey I want to be talllllll okayy), one Reebok, one Surfer's Paradise.
and I GOT LIPGLOSSS
eek I'm so bimb I hate myself.
it's not lipgloss. it's LIPBALM.
yup.
haha.
okayy so many juniors got into RGS. but SOMEONE's going in there and I don't think I treat that SOMEONE as my junior. SOMEONE pisses me off cann. She's like so disgrace to TAONAN and (hopefully not) RGS. Hope she get 100 for PSLE and then get into some crappy school and she can get WHATEVER SHE WANTS there cannnn.
ok wenhui I'm linking you now.
PHILO JOURNAL DDDDDDDD:
anyway.
should not be slacking now )=
kaysie byes!
Ooh so many labels.
Labels: angry, hate, immature, junior, moodswing, random, shoes
9:46 PM Monday, August 25, 2008
if only KFC bothered to be honest.
Make your own KFC sign at
KentuckyFriedCruelty.comLabels: angry, animal rights, random
3:37 PM Monday, May 12, 2008
Gah.
I hate everybody who hates me back.
Gettit.
And no I'm too bitchy to care.
Insults don't work on a bitch, no?
LOSER.
Labels: angry
3:06 PM
I hate you.
I have absolutely no idea why I do...
Or maybe I do.
Please stop hurting others and yourself.
You make me puke.
Really.
And stop acting like you care.
We all know you don't give a tooting damn.
And to think I used to care for you.
This will cease to happen.
I absolutely absolutely hate you.
More than I hate mud-coloured nail polish.
Which is already saying a lot.
So toot off, you loser.
Don't try to get near me.
When you see me glare at you ( even if its over the com)
You're DEAD.
Labels: angry, hate
12:15 PM Sunday, May 11, 2008
At first it was so fun
everything went well
everything was being shined on
by a bright yellow light
Now I know that's not true
the light was not from the sun
but an incandesent light bulb
it soon ran out of energy
A blanket thrown over me
everthing inside was dark and empty
I try to find my way out
but the thick velvet keeps me stuck inside
I feel suffocated
and I'm sure it isn't just me
I have no idea why I look outside
I find a knife
Is it going to help me
I slash futilely at the blanket
accidentally
slashing my own wrist
Suddenly
there is a feeling of pain
revertebrating
throughout my body
taking away the emotional pain inside
I welcome it, slashing my wrist
again, again, again.
The tears
locked inside for so long
come out with the blood
but I sob quietly
trying not to let anybody know
Does it work?
I have no idea
I can only hear faint voices
I am still deciphering what they mean
They all think they know that blanket over there
but they don't know what lies beneath
But don't come and save me
I think I like it better here
Anyway, most of it is deceit anyway
I don't care
I want to live in my world
I think it's so much better here
My blanket-my world.
Labels: angry, numb, poetry, sad, writing
12:08 PM
For a while, you thought you got me under your collar.
But you're wrong.
I would never fall for you. Never ever.
Stop trying to flirt with me. Please.
I just want to be in peace.
Would you please give it to me?
Don't give me false hope.
I know you're hot.
But you're not my type.
You're just a platonic friend to me.
I would love you as my own brother. Nothing else.
Sure I may have killed you already. Sorry then.
But I will still care for you;
Buh-bye.
Labels: angry, love
5:23 PM Friday, May 9, 2008
I'm sorry, my dear friend.
I will be bitchy and kill you.
Yesh. the bitch in me has come back to life.
Buhbye dear fren.
And I'm ever so sorry if i hurt your feelings.
Ooh you poor thing.
I study psychology. As in my father bought the university texts for me.
Bye. Good luck darling.
Labels: angry
4:41 PM
Don't show me that face
That pair of glistening eyes
That blinding smile
I won't fall for that angelic look
Cos behind that
Lies a casanova.
I know these eyes
Are just a disguise
Gleaming eyes lie beneath
Sneering at me
No I'm not that stupid
I'm just playing the game
you wanna fight?
You wanna pretend?
Try
me.
Labels: angry, love, numb
