Yeah, I know I was a big bitch to you. I'm sorry. Yes, it's true I have no life so I take/took it out on you. And I know that compared to you, I'm pathetic shit so whenever I beat you in something, I make a big matter out of it. Didn't know that was a big mistake.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm not Janani. If we're not meant to be friends, what's the point of trying to patch it up?
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Here I am
SATURDAY
Today is Saturday. Good, no school. Bad, ain't got nothing to do at home. So I turn on my computer. I HATE THE STUPID LOUSY INTERNET! IT'S SO SLOOOOOW!!! I get on MSN after such a long time and my favorite brother, James Fong, tells me that he'll be there for me whenever I need him. Isn't he sweet? My friends Jelena, Kylie and Yu Kuan start chatting with me too. Haven't talked to them in a long time... I bet they miss me ^^
After a while my internet buddy, Talha ,starts chatting with me too. He thought I blocked him on MSN since I didn't talk to him for quite a while.
*sigh* Even my MSN life is boring.
But Jelena showed me a cute lil emoticon of a red bean dancing. So cuuute <3
Friday, May 7, 2010
Ok, I lied
I just felt compelled to type some more coz my fingers are kinda itchy *scratch*. Ah, that's better. But not enough. Okay, I'm gonna start. Anytime now. Yeah, in a moment.
So, here's my description of how I look and my intelligence level. I'm not pretty, but not grossly disfigured, so I count myself lucky. My intelligence level is mediocre and my reaction is slow. My hair is long but not long enough so I'm letting it grow out. My fringe too.
I'm 5ft tall and weigh about 42kg. I'm violent and verbally aggressive. I like to learn different ways to kill someone, and my favorite is hand-to-hand combat. I like martial arts though I do not learn it.
My hair is black but under the sun it's a lovely dark brown. Love it. My eye color is black. No, not brown this time. I'm not flat chested but I don't possess big boobs. They're just annoying to have. Yes, I'm Asian and proud to be one. Remember, be proud of the squinty, beady, evil eyes.
I'm a Japanese fan. Basically, I love anime, Jap music, Jap culture and Jap language. I don't like guys who discriminate openly. They suck. I hate school, but I'd hate to stay at home all day long doing nothing, since my life is boring and I'm a very, very, very lonely girl.
So, here's my description of how I look and my intelligence level. I'm not pretty, but not grossly disfigured, so I count myself lucky. My intelligence level is mediocre and my reaction is slow. My hair is long but not long enough so I'm letting it grow out. My fringe too.
I'm 5ft tall and weigh about 42kg. I'm violent and verbally aggressive. I like to learn different ways to kill someone, and my favorite is hand-to-hand combat. I like martial arts though I do not learn it.
My hair is black but under the sun it's a lovely dark brown. Love it. My eye color is black. No, not brown this time. I'm not flat chested but I don't possess big boobs. They're just annoying to have. Yes, I'm Asian and proud to be one. Remember, be proud of the squinty, beady, evil eyes.
I'm a Japanese fan. Basically, I love anime, Jap music, Jap culture and Jap language. I don't like guys who discriminate openly. They suck. I hate school, but I'd hate to stay at home all day long doing nothing, since my life is boring and I'm a very, very, very lonely girl.
First Post-most probably my last since I have a short attention span
I've had many other blogs, once upon a time. But I'm no blog expert so my codes all get screwed up. I blame Blogger. Hi, this is my blog since a few people ask me if I have one and usually I go, "Oh no, I don't. Blogger screws my blogs."
Please don't post painful stuff on my blog if you're thinking about doing it, because it's not like my life doesn't already suck. I take it out on my close friends and they probably hate me, since it's kinda obvious. Truth is, it's hard for me to be friends with people who have feelings and are sensitive. I am supposed to be the sensitive one. Like poles repel, remember? I'm meant to be friends with zombie-like people who do all the listening while I do all the complaining. It's just that in secondary school, I don't seem to find any zombies. This is my most tragic story yet. Tune in for more.
Please don't post painful stuff on my blog if you're thinking about doing it, because it's not like my life doesn't already suck. I take it out on my close friends and they probably hate me, since it's kinda obvious. Truth is, it's hard for me to be friends with people who have feelings and are sensitive. I am supposed to be the sensitive one. Like poles repel, remember? I'm meant to be friends with zombie-like people who do all the listening while I do all the complaining. It's just that in secondary school, I don't seem to find any zombies. This is my most tragic story yet. Tune in for more.
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