so i felt rather low last night. hmm.

but then again, who doesnt?

haha. anyway, joshua ang and shawn lee are so GODDAMNFUCKINGCUTE. =D

if im having another little silly fight with my bro, i so dont need you to storm into the room, scream at me," what's ur problems your prob now, weixin, what's your problem?' then whack me on my fucking arm. you dont really wanna know what my prob is, dont you? dont you know, im not that 7 yr old little girl who used to be scared whenever you took the fucking cane out? so it used to hurt. but now, physically it doesnt. it's the heart that pains. i'd always tried to live up to your fucking expectations. but maybe now, it doesnt really matter.

and if you do favortise, you sure show it very well.

then again, you wouldnt read this anyway. it's done probably considered as one of my rubbish meant to be done away with.

maybe my little so called game of love was brought about by you, coz i dont have a definite guy whom i can call the 'man of my life'. if you never realised, it started when these started.

im jealous of my fren who can talk to her dad like her best friend. im jealous of my fren, who can talk to their parents about what is actually going on in their lives and not be rebuked with,'why you care about all these rubbish?' im jealous of my fren who can tell their parents who their dream gf/bf are and not receive a lecture on how i shld concentrate on my work instd.

and sometimes, all i want is someone there, not online, not someone im thinking of.

someone throw me a knife.

and no, im not fucking suicidal. and if you are, dont complain how hard your life's been coz that would make me wish you could just kill youself right there and then.

dont mind me, im just rather pissed about things now.

i so feel like a vandalised table.

ohoh, and if you wanna tag on my board on blablabla i shld talk to my dad abt stuff blablabla, you can go to hell, coz it's just make things even worse, and it'll be your fault.

a mask without the mask.