When I, thought I knew you
how did it come to this?
THE WEDDING (DINNER)
how did it come to this?
oh-kaaay, so this is the 2nd time i am writing this thang...so itz gonna be er, shorter. reason's because my dear grandma literally switched the com off for me. hah. (she was worried that we were gonna be late and no one was gonna wait for us.) like that happens. soooooo...... condition of the day: insomnia
how did it come to this?
this is one of the few adolescent "missions" we delve into head-first, without any rhyme or reason. this is also one of the few things that we'll all probably give up one fine morning we wake up feeling bleak. believe me. i've tried. time and again, still, what the heck. i guess we can all start off with a list of to dos....since the year's already beginning to end. (oh well, not like i'm gonna fufil it or anything, i just like making lists) so.... here goes:
i guess this's not complete. i guess (again) this can never be complete. Man are unsatisfied creatures. shall see again. additions additions additions edison. hEh. gonez.
cheerios,
P.S: oh yeah, one more missed out, try to get something in everyday, not just spasmodically. oppz. did i just say spasmodically? i meant sporadically. but of course.
how did it come to this?
(rite clik n save target as)
Thinking, that you were true
I guess I, I couldn't trust
'Cause your bluff time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were, there by my side
Always, down for the ride
But your, joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm
After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
Oh, ohh
Never, saw it coming
All of, your backstabbing
Just so, you could cash in
On a good thing before I realized your game
I heard, you're going around
Playing, the victim now
But don't, even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh
After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
christina's album is out~!!!!! pop down to amazon for a peek. wheee. almost out anyway. i can't wait. Mmm..chow
till next time,
oxox
thought to ponder: how long exactly can a person hold on to all things fake before he/she crave for the better life? What makes a person materialistic? why?
the day is here. finaally here. oh well, i like dramatising things. it's been a while ( and i mean a while) since i last went for a dinner. pretty exciting stuff, the food are. so after days and nights of drooling and dreaming, we're finally here. uncle took us to the hotel (Allton?), somewhere near, er, erm, little india? so we were circling around the area, looking for some building that remotely looks like a hotel. after 2 red lights,(and a dozen of rounds) we finally found it. grand hotel allton. blah. did i say grand? i meant "grand". but of course you know that. don't you? so off we went, looking for a parking space. after soooo many rounds round the 'hotel', we finally found a hole, marked "car park". dear me.
a small carpark, a smaller hotel, and the smallest function hall i have EVER seen. throngs of people squashed in one tiny room is NOT my idea of fun. so there. the music's too loud, the drinks too sweet, and the food, too cold. worse, we got stuck we people that dig their noses and sniff their noses into everything. i felt so........ squashed.
i guess there's nothing else to say anymore, after all these, you know how i feel..rite? haha...gotta jet. aunt's chasing me home.
ciao,
xoxox
ps: you know my list? did i add in "devise ways to get uncle out of house"? i didnt? man. i cant believe i didnt. now i do. now i have.
went to jessica's house yesterday. basically juz lazed and lounged around. watched haunted office ( for the 2nd time) and ate lotsa ( note: LOTSA) junk food. talked, bitched, shared goss, the works. it kinda makes me feel i dunno, contented for that one moment of my life. life is not made out for one to feel contented, so i guess that's pretty good already. there's a lotta screwed up affairs in one's life to take away tiny shreds of happiness, if you know what i mean. but i digress. anyways, we went to chomp chomp's for dinner, and had a little of everything( sting ray, mee, carrot cake, satay, sugar cane juice). went home after that. accompanied fatimah to the control station( she was waitin' for her parents). i guess that was one of the few times i feel er, comfortable. more if not totally.( i don't like 2 people excursions, F.I.Y) so...preety weell. i went home thinking bout the wedding dinner i was gonna have today. i think you know what happens next. got home, bathed, slept (as if).
argh...should try to sleep. well.
person of the day: *surprise surprise* insomniac
TO DO LIST BY DEC 31 2002:
no snapping at anyone. repeat ANYONE
minimize unnessary weight gain (hard anyone?)
be h-a-p-p-y
interact more
read
get good inspirations
MANTAIN SITE
keep mouth shut
be next year's prom queen (hehz. eurgh)
tongue piercing
fancy navel jewellery
rebonding
contacts ( the eyebags hafta go man)
thought for the day: how do you spell fufil? fuffil? fufill?
phrase for the day: organised disorder
xxx
