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i was planning to msg all of you who asked me for it,
but since its almost like
20 odd of you in spore,
i just tot you cld rip it off my blog :)
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before i rant on uncontrollably,
i think i shld thank ohgreatttttttt meaghan see ming yi
once more,
for calling my for almost 2 hrs ++ last night
to hear me rant on
and whine my life away.
and to hear my troubles and petty squabbles evry now and then
also to wish
you dear
a very clean and happy move to the new place!
you can do it.
dont worry ,...
you're too reputable to be left on the streets,
bside a lamppost,
trying to figure where your hse went
:) LOL.
bigggg LOL.
you'll do good. mwahhhhs gerl.
always my numero uno! :)))))
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BACK to the whinings.
ROAR-
i really cant stop countin down teh hours and days till i reach homeground
and literally kiss the floor there.
its so terrible to even imagine why anyone,
and i mean ANYONE,
would postpone their flight home
or even consider staying here for xmas.
its practically committing suicide
in the first degree!!!
:))))))))))
i REALLY shld stop ranting.
im suchaa pain in the arse. *GOSH*
anyways
(i cant stop... so....)
ERGHHHS. megg.or someone,
anyone!!!
please just slap me .
slap me hard.
i dont believeeee what a mess im in,
or prolly wad i created myself.
cos according to the gospel of Relationships,
this IS the definition of self-imposed emotional pain.
and i DONT enjoy whining all day ok.
thank you very much.
its so erghhhhhhhh sometimes.
thank god my new place has no internet.
so i must travel to rus' place to use it,
or else,
i wouldve balded just pulling out meticulously,
EVERY friggin' piece of hair i got,
reading blogs and emails and msn-ing.
thank heavens.
now i realise...
absense is bliss.truly.
and you better believe it!
bsides the fact that i didnt wish things turned out this way,
im actuallie relieved its out in the open.
cos its backstabbinggg B*itch-up-your-arse to be wondering wtf you're thinking or wtf you're doing whilst im thinking of you.
and it sure is tiring just hoping you do.
and who ever said
love was easy.puiiii.
this time, its reallyyyyy getting up my arse.
(: its only blissful when its at e right time and yaddayadda.
other than that,
its alllllll a loada crapppp.
this song is playing in my mind and i just gotta sing it outtt loud...
im a kellyclarkson-slut all over again...
*sighs*
:)i will not make the same mistakes that you didand i will not let myselfcause my heart so much misery.i will not break the way you didyou fell so hardi learnt the hard wayto never let it get that far.because of youi never stray too far frm the sidewalkbecause of youi learnt to play on the safe side so i dont get hurtbecause of youi find it hard to trust not only mebut everyone around mebecause of youi am afraid.I lose my way, and its not too long before you point it out I cannot cry, because I know that's weakness in your eyes Im forced to fake a smile, a laugh, every day of my life My heart can't possibly break, when it wasnt even whole to start with I watched you die, I heard you cry, every night in your sleep. I was so young, you should have known better than to lean on me. You never thought of anyone else you just saw your pain. And now I cry in the middle of the night, for the same damn thing---------
gosh. got that song outta my mind.
and im sure why i tot of that song when i think bout you.
for sure.
it makes me sick,
this weather.
farking hot and windy still.
*pukes*
the idea that results are out in just 8 days makes me sicker
til the full.
and now,
the petty problems that i rarely see why they occur.
you make me weak,
ya know that?
and i hate that feeling of being vulnerable to what you say or think.
even if it doesnt concern me.
(that state of subconciously accepting as my destiny, a life i vow never to walk again)
it cldnt get worse...
now cld it???
roar. im tinkin of Breakfast now.
cos you're the first (well... second to Meg!! :) ) person im seeing
at the airport!!!
wheeeeeeee.
cnt wait. a lifetime of bliss,
in spore. sunny sunny (too sunny) spore.
wells... if i leave the memories of melb bhind
and the hope of being entirely alienated from our misunderstandings.
i gues...
home will be sweet sweeeet smelling.