Archive for July, 2008
I’ve shifted to http://joyceoo.blogspot.com teehee!
I know, I know, damn hypocritical because I always call blogspot gross. Oh well nothing you can do about it except call me names wth. Bye!
I’d like to know.
Last paper tomorrow!!!
Okay not really, but a week break is good enough! No more freakyness, I promise!
No more studying in Genting and while gambling for a while! TEEHEE.
This paper is going to be so killer killer killerish.
All we need is some ice cream and a hug.
There are cups and cups of coffee that Panty made to make sure I keep awake tonight, and then there are developed pictures of us right behind me, messages saying I’d get all the sayangs in the world tomorrow after my exam, a card he made a long time ago that I dug out, just because I was feeling lost, and Lexy sleeping on my lap.
And I’m sitting here, in between notes, thinking about how there can be so much love around me and yet so much hatred within me.
I’m sitting here, halfway through reading Porter’s value chain, thinking about why people like making me feel like I have to leave. About when friendships become like all the bad parts of relationships where it requires so much time, commitment, explanations and bad feelings. You stay despite all the problems because you love someone, but most of the time the love you feel is not enough. As much as you love, it’s not enough to cover the problems. And so you feel the need to leave. Leave leave leave.
Life becomes hard when you start to nitpick. So do less of it, let go of things that shouldn’t bother you in the first place, and let go of things that you know you can let go. Stop making it so hard. Which, come to think about it, is something I should do less of as well.
I don’t like disputes, I don’t like having to explain myself, I don’t like needing to prove I’m right. Unless you mean the world to me, do you really think I’d bother when all the good times and laugh times are being drowned under all these feelings of betrayal and disgust? Many many many laughs and spins and piggyback rides and years and years, but all those has sunk in so low, that this feels like it’s no longer worth it.
And does anybody know how hard it is to come home to a house that’s having some sort of cold war? It’s mentally and emotionally draining, what more when it’s over something so incredibly stupid. Please ma and pa, I am not used to you two being so freaking childish, so please stop it.
It is 4.30am, exams in 4 hours, I really should be studying, but my head’s only filled with melodramatic things, and coloured stars. Coloured stars are supposed to make things better, so I forced them in.
But it’s not really working.
Thanks baby for trying to carry the world for me.
My Konstantine.
It’s 5am and finals is in less than a week *diesdiesdies.
Because of overnight mahjong on Saturday night, followed by bringing Lexy to Central Park for Dog Olympics (which is crazy tiring, almost like taking walks in parks), I slept for 11 hours last night -_-.
What a freaking waste of time!
I haven’t covered 10% of the syllabus yet teehee, am I walloped or am I walloped!
Pictures of Lexy the fatty!
Kenapa pegang anjing!!! Teehee.
Lexy and Hippo!
At central park!
This is what she does half the time when we ask her to walk -_-. And we wonder why she is fat.
We saw a few other Maltese, and one was about the same length, but super different in width.
This is what she kept wanting us to do hmph.
Every time I bend down to check on her, she will climb onto me because Fatty doesn’t feel like walking. And when I carry her instead of looking tired and groggy like she pretended she was, she will look all around excitedly as if I am some tour bus ok.
Dai sei so short and fat. (no more like owner like dog jokes okay you think funny or what pui.)
We were seriously going “Lexy comeee… walk laaaaa please walk laaaa”.
Finally!
Okay tired already bye.
And oh, happy birthday Slutty!!!
“Don’t angry la, if you not slutty, where got people dare to put on the cake right or not?”
Happy 22nd baby!
I am such a wisher. HAHA.
