last night, i had this urge to blog all the profanities i know. but after a 12-hour beauty sleep, i am super hippity and thus, forgo that thought and decided to just blog about how i want to whack my cupid in the face so hard that his head turns twice over.
why is it that when i fall SLIGHTLY in love with a guy, he has to leave? does cupid have something against me? or did i just pick the bloody wrong time to be a fool and fall in? what the fuck's with flying off to far far land for further studies? tsk.
(sorry, baby. you know i still love you.)
first one ran away to aussie for further studies. now this one is flying off to taiwan for, guess what? further studies again. (not mentioning the flings i have when i went vacationing. but i guess that's the thrill of a holiday fling. i didnt expect forever or anything either. haha.) i am going to punch the next person (in the nose) who comes around, telling me that he/she is leaving me for further studies. i am being grummy, i know. but just let me grumble okay. i am suffering from a heartbreak here.
i am a punk when it comes to long-distance relationship, so dont give me that as an option. ahh. i dont want to talk about it anymore. we just got couple rings okay! what am i to do with that sexy black band when he's gone? stay with him, but take a walk? PFFT. NO WAY. despite my wandering eyes, i am loyal to my boyfriend. when i got one.
i hate dealing with goodbyes and abandonment. why cant we just have new people coming in and none leaving? boo to going away.
okay, i swore not to emo. STOP, tyng. stop.
on a lighter note,
when i was on mr.t on the way to school this afternoon, the most love-to-swear matter happened. i was checking my reflection (hah! BIMBO.), when this guy started talking on his cell just when these two malay girls came in. he was all "knncb, why you never tap. i sure debar lah. cb, you. fuck" and one of the malay girl said "pagi pagi pergini" meaning "wow. early in the day then like this". she caught my eye and i smiled, cause i knew she was talking about that dirty sailor of a fucker. so all the way from woodlands to yishun, the guy was all knncb and cb on his phone, and the girls and i exchanged smiles and subtle shaking of heads. aunties were staring, and uncles, looking. he finally stopped, just in time when a monk came in and sat beside him. hah.
i thought that it would have been pretty amusing when he did his knncb phone conversations with the monk beside him. dont you think likewise?
but what flooded my mind later when i discovered he might be from nyp (with the nearing of yck) is that "please dont let him be from nyp. it'll be uber embarrassing to step onto the same platform as him." but guess what? HE IS.
so now we know, we have this dirty sailor of a lazy bum lurking around nyp. and it's people like him who make the public look down on poly students. and it's people like me and you (hopefully), in poly, who has to withstand this unfair misjudgement. sure, i throw in occasional dashes of "fuck's" into my sentences, but not SO overrated. please, he wasnt even saying anything constructive when he shouted "knncb, tap mah, cb." into his sony ericsson. (:
oh, I CAN USE POWERPOINT!
i did this whole slide show for afa show-and-tell by myself, and it was pretty rad with all the animations and pictures. (:
and i discovered this new font which i love love love. it's called TEMPUS SAN ITC. but sadly, they dont have it on blogger. then again, they have nothing on blogger. no? hahahahhahaha. meanie! that's me.
oh, you can tag and congratulate me on my success to use microsoft powerpoint without smashing my comp. i will gladly accept and love you for five hundred years.
unless you tell me you are disappearing for further studies.
(pfft. fs= further studies= fucking shit.). that is my theory.
peace!
ta-ta.
xoxo.
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