Ok.
I'm 17.
I just have to walk in and act usual with very, very thick skin.


Awesome

I just read one of my ex-classmate's blog, fine, ex-crush's blog. After reading less than 4 entries totalling less than 500 words, I'm thoroughly impressed by him and suddently unsure if Mass Com is the right choice.

Sure, I like to write, selectively. Reporting just isn't quite my cup of tea.

Sure, I like to talk. Talking all day is cool. Talking all day and getting paid well is even cooler. But, come on, I'm not an extrovert. Ok, fine, I'm not exactly very quiet, but neither am I the "YO!!! *chatter chatter chatter*" kind right?

Sure, I like to think about crazy stupid things and turn them into reality, but I'm sure anyone off the street can do it as well as I can.

SIGH!

How long has it been since a random guy stand up and offer a seat to you when you're sorta a "damsel in distress"?

I am so impressed.

Pardon me, I'm a sucker for those standard chi-chi cliches.

My hair quality sucks to the maxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
Dang.

I just found 2 people who are going NP too! YAY!

I got into Ngee An.
And everyone's going to TP and SP!

DANG!

I heard Ngee An's International Buisness's cut off point is 6.
What the heck??

All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around.
I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down.
And it's taken me this long baby but I figured you out.
And you think it will be fine again but not this time around.

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, ohh no no no

Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know.
Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold.
And you've got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know.
And now you're asking me to listen cause it's worked each time before.

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, ohh no no no

You're not sorry ohh no no

You had me calling for you honey and it never would have gone away, no.
You used to shine so bright but I watch all of it fade.

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, ohh no no

You're not sorry ohh no no no

I'll move on.

Because of some fucking bitch and the problems (at work) that beckons to me, I have to quit my job at Waraku.

So after this short stint with Crocodile, I'm going to be bored. B.O.R.E.D.

One line that can always make my brother crack up:

I love my new bed.
I spent perpetually 3/4 of my Waraku's December salary on "bed-stuff".

YAY!

It's when I stop smiling that everything comes crashing.

I cannot take insecure freaks who find it an absolute necessity to try to hog all the attention.

I bought a new bed set, a pillow, and a boster (bao zheng) for my AWESOME NEW BED TOMORROW!

I have a sudden fettish for bed sheets. DANG!

I'll move on.
Even if that means I'm moving on to worse things.

I know it's damm narcissistic and not to mention sadistic to type the next statement, but hey, whatever. Reality bites.

I'm so glad you're not pretty like you used to be.
I'm so glad that you're currently worse off than me.
I'm so glad I'm Yan Hong and you're Kristal.

Fuck you.

Dang. It feels so damm good.
:))

For the sake of the *kaching kaching* $$$, I switched jobs. From some friendly waitress to some warehouse sales promoter. And. I. Fucking. Hate. It.

It's not because there's no one to look at ok.
Firstly, I'm not that boy-crazy. Secondly, there's some quite good looking ones (according to my partner la).

It's not because I'm terribly inept.
Actually, on the contrary, I feel ridiculously capable. Honestly speaking, my job is freaking easy; all I have to do is stand, stone for >5 hours a day and finish eating tea-time and dinner. And my pay is...well...quite bloody fantastic (close to $700 for 16 days of work). Unfortunately, because of the lack of brain usage, I have a problem phrasing my sentences properly while talking to someone. Great.

I miss running around Waraku. :(

Thankfully, my job is not all that bad. It has a perk, quite a good one actually, and no, it has nothing to do with the monehh ($.$).

My stoning job keeps me away from ___ and that's freaking awesome, at least for my mental health.

:(

Distance is especially good for unrequited love.

I don't know if it's a phase that I always go through when I get a new job or whatever but..

I. Don't. Like. My. New. Job.
I hate it.

Not only is the job what-the-fuckishly boring, the people there really sucks!

1. Retarded Girl
There's this out of the world retarded girl who is completely inept, speaks shitty english, and thinks she can boss me around. Fuck you. Honestly.

2. Boss
Idiotic and bossy is an understatement.

3. Working hours
Awkward. Awkward. Awkward.

I want to work at Waraku! Ya, it's because of _______________:DD

Work is getting more enjoyable because I'm opening up more?
It's so much so that I actually an surprised how time flies.