work work work
its ocupying my days
weekdays
everyday

super tired of it
its easy in a sense that its the same thing i do over and over again.
so wont mix up or like confused.

but its tiring cos its the bloody same thing
see the irony?

i realise i am full of irony
like i love to talk and talk and talk
but i dont talk to people i am not close with.
or i dont talk on the phone most of the time.
like i can talk much on msn sms or face to face but not phone.
weird loh me.

i come to the conclusion
that unless well you are close to me, you never know who i am really. like what kind of person i am, how i am, what i do.
then well i also dont know how people become close to me
cos i am not that easy to get close to or i am?
if you talk to me, i will talk to you.
but close, hmmmm i dont know leh
like i can never figure out why i become so close to vann, buddy, twin, blossom, claud or all those i am close to, qingg.
what incident or day makes it that way?
i cant think of it lah
i gave up thinking.

but my point is, the only way to be friends with me or know me, is to talk to me first, cos not that i am dao, or arrogant or cold or indifferent or what, its just i am not comfortable to start talking
or to randomly talk to someone i am not close with.
not that i zibi or anything.
i am just well that way:)

and i am truly happy with that.
cos it doesnt mean i am not cheerful or not bubbly or talkative,
its just i only that way when you know me.
damn freaking high with people i know.
my buddy dance for me while sorting and singing the song BAI GEI NI.
HAHAH
seee we are so high?

and i say funny nonsensical things all the time.

yeah i am that random and siao.


i like to hole myself up in my bed and rot my time away.
okay thats damn zibi.
everyone had their zibi periods lah.
:D
its supposed to keep you sane:)

twin ask me for my bio notes
nat ask me for chem notes
then peter ask me for maths notes.

then the thing is I THREW ALL MY NOTES AWAY AFTER MY LAST PAPER IMMEDIATELY!
weird meh?
they were like WOAHHHHHHHH
cos i cant stand looking at it,
like once i finish my paper
i throw that notes inside a box
cos if i look at it
then i will realise i did something wrong in my paper
and it will bring my morale down
and i will ponder and think and beat myself over it
so yah rather throw it away.

feels good to throw it away though.
LIKE GONE FOREVER LAH YOU IDIOTIC NOTES BUGGER
GOAWAY BOO.
dont even have to read those anymore

I SAID A DAMN DAMN DAMN SATISFYING GOODBYE TO HISTORY!
LALALAALALA
dont have to even touch it anymore.
finally loh after these 2 freaking years
all my sweat tears blood
lack of sleep
pen ink
paper
liquid paper
time
NUGGET
byebye lah.
:DD

why am i talking about this?
the power of randomness.
:DD

tired
tired

sleep.

i realise,
nobody knows when i am angry or sad.
cos i dont show a thing at all.
its scary isnt it?