Friday, September 21, 2007
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.
i give myself full marks for being lazy
and i've got nothing better to do, which is the reason why i'm blogging.
sighh. other sane people will crazily mug at this time but i'm here blogging??
today's dance was disturbing
ballet moves were quite cool though, i like the blue skirt that woman wear. and i think the cat outfit is outstandingly sick interesting. it exposes the whole of that woman's butt i tell you i felt so embarrassed to look at her dance. storyline quite lame. how can animal abuse link to dance? i see no connection
well not now, when my brain is malfunctioning (which means it is not properly doing its job of squishing out creative juices for me to think) if you picture what i just said in brackets, it is an even more disturbing thought.
today was also psl-o oh why do i even care when i'm not even a psl?? stop being stupid koongtaa
ada asked me whether i was coming for psl-o. i told her i'm not a psl (like obviously, who wouldn't know??) and she gave me a confused look and asked me "but didn't you apply?" and i simply told her again "i didn't get in" and she said sorry and walked away.
sometimes, things in life are so unfair a million of "it's ok" and pat pat on the back is not enough.
in fact, it just makes me feel bad about myself but i shouldn't be sympathising with my loser self because that's just so loser. i am loser but i don't want to be so loser like now. that confuses me
i need to be strong. can't be weak or else how to survive?? and i can't fail anything too. like my bloody physics quiz. i can never read a question properly. maybe a bucketful of tears were blocking my eyes. thats why. sometimes, crying solves everything.
can't can't can't go weak. can't can't can't fail for nuts.
i want to be invisible. then no one will be able to see me crying and being sorry to my super duper blow-your-minds-out idiotic self. this post is full of strikes. wonder why i even write them if i don't want them to be seen. but again, people blog, hoping that someone will get their feelings. people sing, hoping that someone will listen. people live, hoping that someone will notice them.
yet another emo post.
but what i really need right now is a good dose of sleeping pills so that i'll fall asleep without knowing that i will never be able to open my eyes again to see this cruel world.
Monday, September 03, 2007
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.
have fun!
first one,
second one,
i never knew i looked that jap.but i still look like a korean actor bae yong jun (who is apparently making jap girls go crazy (X)this is so funn!!!!!!!!go try it now!!
