Tuesday, September 9, 2003
Quark -- You are subtle and mysterious and people
know very little about you. You like hanging
out with small groups of friends (usually 3)
who you are very close to. You are usually
friends with other quarks like yourself.
What kind of subatomic particle are you?
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spilt milk 09:17 p.m.
Monday, September 1, 2003
hahaha, fuck you too. cheap.
spilt milk 10:42 p.m.
Saturday, August 30, 2003
intelligent: you are really smart and often get
rewarded for that fact. you're not one to speak
out too much and only your friends know the
funny person you really are. occasionally you
might get hassle for being yourself, but at the
end of the day you know better to just be
yourself and that's why the people around you,
love ya! you're a good friend and as loyal as
anything and would never dream of directing
those around you to do what you want, you're
creative, talented and smart. you're what most
people secretly envy!
what kind of girl are you?
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Surfer / Skater : you enjoy chilling with the boys
and having a laugh. you don't care about having
perfectly manicured nails, life is too short
for that. you're easy going most of the time
and boys will respect you for that!
ladies: what are you?
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You're of the "I hate school"
breed!
You just hate going to school
and can't stand waking up every day just for
school. But no choice, you just force your way
through school and when the time comes, you
leave the country for other, better education
systems. Bah, at least you have the resources
to do so, you rich/smart bugger!!
Which Stereotypical Singaporean Student Are You?
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haha. *koff koff
spilt milk 10:11 p.m.
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Independant
What is your behaviour towards guys?
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White
What is your colour?
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cool.
spilt milk 09:24 p.m.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
some originality.
spilt milk 08:54 p.m.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
she came back only to say, how strange are the faces that greet her. what she doesnt know is that these are the faces that worked up false enthusiasm whilst she rattled on excitedly a list names which- i dont remember. but she says that they are really really really nice... i hold my comments to myself. it's a thin line between doleful reminisce and resentment as reality strikes with cruel truths. i inch towards that line, delicate like the soapy film of a bubble, and hope to squeeze in as much sarcasm as possible. because i want her to know, that three weeks have been somewhat empty, without her frequent lamentations and complaints and critisms.. i want her to feel guilty, about her having fun, about her reluctance of returning, about building a home outside of us. i put up an air of nonchalance to mask my jealousy and hurt. casually ignoring her while she stabbed repeatedly into my side, with words cutting and heavy. "i dont know you anymore"..i couldnt accept that she had shed more tears for those paid to love her than she ever had for one who spent countless nights praying, with hands clasped, fingers crossed, that the seas would keep her safe. she preferred roses bought from the florist at an extravagant price, thornless and plain. compared to one nurtured in her own garden, wild and dangerous, yet beautiful, when twined around the heart. the waters had washed away all traces of the love and devotion she once posessed, leaving her, independent as the gulls that sail through salty winds, no trace of sentimentality. i hint desperately but when all fails, bouncing weakly off her sturdy wall of self-sufficiency, i am resigned to my isolation. my solitude which will nurture me, as we walk alone.
spilt milk 08:17 p.m.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
You should be dating a Scorpio.
23 October - 21 November
Your mate is passionately caring, dynamic and
sensual. Though he or she can be self-
destructive, ruthless or overbearing, the
scorpion's sex life involves releasing his/her
most pent-up passions.
What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?
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ha. oh yay=)
spilt milk 02:49 p.m.
Saturday, August 16, 2003
it's like plucking hair by hair off your head; love me, love me not; one of those habits; which are too painful to stop
spilt milk 10:54 p.m.
Saturday, August 16, 2003
stop doing this to yourself.There's nothing wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with you.
spilt milk 10:28 p.m.
Sunday, August 10, 2003
the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull
and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation
I would not remember you
spilt milk 10:28 p.m.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
muak. take care. it's going to be a long two weeks.
spilt milk 08:15 a.m.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
who said learning to walk would be easy. mothers dont kill children for manufactured ones. you dont have to hold my hand but please take that knife out of yours.
spilt milk 09:47 p.m.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
i hope you grow out of it. i hope i grow out of it.
spilt milk 08:54 p.m.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
its not personal.
spilt milk 09:19 p.m.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
be yourself.
spilt milk 09:10 p.m.
Tuesday, July 8, 2003
patched it up with chocolate hearts.
thank you mommy. and everyone else who cares:)
spilt milk 09:20 p.m.
Sunday, July 6, 2003
Your name of Elizabeth gives you a very idealistic but passive outlook on life. You desire culture and all the refinements of life but you are inclined to live in your dreams. Although you would like to do many things, procrastination undermines your accomplishment and success in life. You do not like to create issues and will do anything to avoid a conflict. Making decisions is difficult for you without the support and approval of others. This name gives you a very sensitive nature, making you feel much that you do not understand. Your feelings are easily hurt, at which times you are inclined to withdraw and become uncommunicative. Although you desire the friendship and association of others, you find it difficult to express your thoughts through the spoken word, and others find you hard to get to know. It is much more natural for you to express your deeper thoughts in writing. Inner tension can deplete your physical vitality. You are inclined to indulge in rich foods that lack proper nourishment. The physical weaknesses due to this name centre in the heart and respiratory organs, and in the fluid functions.
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spilt milk 10:44 p.m.
Sunday, July 6, 2003
my father's been extremely touchy lately. hm.
if keep up with this eat-whatever-i-want-even-if-i-dont-want-it(which is basically eat everything) habit, i would be three times my size by the time im 18. especially if there're lines on my tum as proof.(i am not explaining this)
awww no! you're poor little heart is wrapped in
barb wire. i myself am a barb wire girl too.
chances are you're a dreamer, you dream of love
and romance but when you get your chance too
live it you're far too shy and back out afraid
you'll do something wrong. cheer up, the sky is
blue and the sun is shinning, gain some
confidence and self esteem so you can cast off
your barb wire and bask in beauty.
what is your heart made of?
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spilt milk 09:22 p.m.
Sunday, July 6, 2003
i didnt hear you say goodbye.
spilt milk 09:22 p.m.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
What's Your One Piece Doujinshi Personality?
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spilt milk 09:01 p.m.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
you smell funny.
spilt milk 08:59 p.m.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
the room feels empty now.
spilt milk 04:43 p.m.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
i wont cry. not in front of you. because they dont understand how important you were to me. i dont want them to laugh about it either. it's not funny. i feel so sorry. what i could have done. what i should have done. but isnt regret always the case? i shouldnt indulge myself in these thoughts. before reality hits me again. harder.
spilt milk 04:40 p.m.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
can we not talk? i cant remember how to.
im still in the room and today the walls are grey.
i never noticed it wasnt empty till now that it really is.
but the song is fading in my head.
spilt milk 04:01 p.m.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
i dont need you to tell me that im sad. im not sad. im never sad. just not happy. that isnt sad.
spilt milk 03:25 p.m.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
okay. so i havent been blogging for awhile. wonder if anyone would be reading this. hi if you are. im still alive.
spilt milk 09:42 p.m.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
i love myself. i really do.
now..if only i knew who i was talking about.
spilt milk 09:42 p.m.
Monday, May 26, 2003
i dont need this. goodbye-
spilt milk 05:48 p.m.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
WHAT TYPE OF WILD CREATURE ARE YOU? (New Pictures!)
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haha i retook it.
spilt milk 07:39 p.m.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
WHAT TYPE OF WILD CREATURE ARE YOU? (New Pictures!)
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this doesnt sound very right.
spilt milk 07:33 p.m.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
i dont know why but i keep sleeping nowadays. when i wake up it's like i never even slept at all so i go back to sleep again. that's how i managed to sleep at 830? last night all the way until morning. whilst i was cramming for chemistry! was so pissed in the morning for sleeping but somehow i couldnt help it. i had an annoying headache and i couldnt keep my eyes open. not much time to blog. must catch up on my work. =) sleepig! (yangy's word)
spilt milk 10:42 p.m.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
An orb is a glowing ball of light which can be
transparent or bright. Some think it is the
easiest form spirits can take because it is the
most common. It can change colors (often
thought to be indicative of mood) and is seen
more often in film than with the naked eye.
What kind of ghost are you?
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spilt milk 06:03 p.m.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
i get the urge sometimes, to fling myself out of the car. or swing a book into someone's face. the exhilaration that comes with it is just too tempting.
im sorry mommy dear for lashing out at you all of a sudden. i didnt mean to. i know that is not an excuse but you should know that i do have respect for you. im probably the only person who can see why you should be.
i'll look for jasmines for khin. the songs won't get to me tonight.
spilt milk 10:32 p.m.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
you're the only one who bothers to. and i wish i could be happy with that.
spilt milk 10:19 p.m.
Monday, May 19, 2003
you're so sad. no i dont mean it in the you'resopathetic way but i just feel oh dear you're sad and i feel sorry for you. i cant help it even though feeling sorry may mean im putting you on a different level. im not. it's just that i really dont know how to respond to you sometimes. at times you act tough and you're so egotistical that i could strangle you but at other times you seem so helpless and lonely. i wonder which side you are faking. i dont dare to assume either because i dont want to be wrong. im sorry im so selfish it's just that you're so random so disconnected that i cant follow your train of thought. i cant see through you or figure out even you personality. i dare not confirm my impression of you because it's so uncertain and unreal. i dont know you well and i wonder why im worried but i am worried because it is scary. i never thought you would be the type of person to plead.
spilt milk 08:21 p.m.
Monday, May 19, 2003
because im your distraction and she's your muse. Miss Lim's line. explains it all doesnt it?
spilt milk 08:11 p.m.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
you see..if you stomp on something too much maybe it will become so flat that it's not even there anymore. like the ant i squashed today. so all that's left would be your lonely little footprint. but im sure you wont mind.
spilt milk 10:10 p.m.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
i cant even keep grass alive. what makes me think i can grow flowers? what kind of dumb line is this. ah yes, the lousy gardener's line. oh man i dont even know what im saying anymore.
spilt milk 10:05 p.m.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
im in an empty room with black walls. no white walls. and the song is playing in my head. i am happy.
spilt milk 09:50 p.m.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
it tore my paper heart.
spilt milk 09:48 p.m.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Elizabeth, your unconscious mind is driven most by Resistance
You approach the world with your guard intact because unconsciously, and perhaps consciously, you want to maintain an element of control in your relationships with people. You tend to hold your private experiences just out of reach of others. You're not one to immediately show all your cards, to let people into who you really are until you're ready.
Unfortunately, that sometimes means you also hide things from yourself. You may find that your desire to remain guarded backfires, affecting your self-awareness. Why are you like this? It's possible that you act in this manner because of a deeply-rooted fear of being exposed, or of truly expressing yourself. To protect yourself from this fear, you act in the opposite manner — you are guarded.
There is a certain respect that comes with resistance, an unconscious understanding that the human psyche is very vulnerable. We all feel we have a lot to hide, and you are not one to be intrusive or thoughtless about how you approach sensitive topics with others. Therefore you inspire a sense of safety in others when they are around you. Your psyche is very deep, very rich, and the more you can let yourself know (both the good and the bad), the more you will be able to appreciate who you really are.
Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Resistance, there is much more to who you are at your core.
hm...and how does identifying a few blots of ink determine your subconscious mind?
spilt milk 02:25 p.m.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
im happy.not.
spilt milk 09:44 p.m.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
im going to remain a widow my whole life and it's all marian's fault. at least i still have my dear monkeys.
i wont be afraid but i dont think im ready. i dont know enough and there are so many other things in my life to sort out before i can handle all this emotional stress and burden. im...contented. harhar. i sound dumb.
my sister is watching the last episode of survivor. sounds normal until you know that it's about the third time she has watched it already? she obviously finds a box with moving pictures more intriguing than conversing with "silly little human beings" online.
i feel like some rubberband..so worn out. you're doing this so much that i dont feel it anymore. you stretch me until im about to snap, give up, forget about spending my money, and one whole day in orchard frantically searching for the perfect gift. i could have let go of you then and there. but then you start all over again. you talk as if you bother. you crack your absolutely lame jokes and make the weirdest comments which i have gotten used to and even enjoy at times. when you smile i wonder if you mean it or it's just like 'ok' in any other normal conversation. you know how to keep me hanging even by the slightest thread of hope.
how did i get myself into this.
spilt milk 01:09 p.m.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
took this quiz again. results do change with time.
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Moderate |
| Schizoid: | Low |
| Schizotypal: | Very High |
| Antisocial: | High |
| Borderline: | Very High |
| Histrionic: | Very High |
| Narcissistic: | High |
| Avoidant: | High |
| Dependent: | High |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Low |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- | |
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
just because i tolerate it, doesnt mean i like it. a little tact maybe?
i thought about you today and i felt a little sad. im moving on to something else. i am letting you go for this perfect being. this empty being. it had always been my dream hadnt it? a different phase in my life. but im not ready to forget. it had died long ago and you made it so clear. a part of me died with you. (i learnt this making font black thing from sam)
spilt milk 07:40 p.m.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
damn u really must be one of those jerks.
spilt milk 10:41 p.m.
Monday, May 12, 2003
im planning a murder right know. and khin is my accomplice.
spilt milk 09:44 p.m.
Monday, May 12, 2003
i've been reduced to a blubbering idiot!! im going to marry Craig David. no wait, i thought i wanted to marry a monkey. okay, how many spouses do i have? (i must be getting the genes from Marian.
spilt milk 09:36 p.m.
Monday, May 12, 2003
the little sacrifices i make. i'd marry the first person who notices.
spilt milk 08:16 p.m.
Monday, May 12, 2003
okay- i dont love people enough. im too moody. im too self conscious. i get tired too easily. i cant concentrate on something for more than 10 minutes. my handwriting is ugly. i hardly speak my mind. i say what you want to hear..i dont have anything to say. i only want to eat but i cant. no one would kiss my feet. i cant act forever. i look so kiampa when im pissed(which is most of the time). i cant do gym properly. i bite my nails. im intentionally mean to you sometimes. im so changeable. im pathetic. im lustful and im going to hell. oh yes. AND I WALLOW IN SELF PITY SO I SHOULD JUST MELT INTO A PILE OF MUD AND MAYBE YOU'D LIKE ME BETTER.
oh nice phrase: into the nothingness of scorn and noise. (from PDD)
spilt milk 07:53 p.m.
Monday, May 12, 2003
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Sunday, May 11, 2003
mirror mirror, where's the crystal palace?
spilt milk 01:25 p.m.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
i dont see how it could get better. maybe i just need time. but when is too late?
spilt milk 10:30 p.m.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
i dont have the energy. i just dont have the energy.
spilt milk 10:08 p.m.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
i hate myself so much sometimes...and shut up. none of you are making things better. and i wonder who's actually there?
spilt milk 10:07 p.m.
Friday, May 9, 2003
i only love what i cant get. (at least that's what i tell myself) maybe it's just some irrelevant and totally huh??! reason i give myself for feeling this way. ---> like marian... aiyo!!
spilt milk 09:38 p.m.
Friday, May 9, 2003
my gym comp is coming soon and i have to further injure my knee. something about the ligament being weak and the joint always going out of place. i dont know, it's not very painful or anything. not exactly an injury either. it's probably just wearing down of the ligament tissue. it has been like this for quite some time already but it just had to chose this time to worsen. now i cant train for one month when my competition is in two months time and i havent learnt the routines yet. !!! it's scary 'cause everyone will be watching me screw up and make a fool of myself. maybe i'll wear a mask on that day.
spilt milk 09:27 p.m.
Friday, May 9, 2003
the world is not ending after all.
spilt milk 09:02 p.m.
Wednesday, May 7, 2003
maybe all i need is music.
spilt milk 09:56 p.m.
Wednesday, May 7, 2003
there're so many things i could say. i could talk about how i felt about you. always jumping to conclusions. assuming things without any logical basis. things which are not even relevant? the way your thoughts are so disconnected and your erratic way of speaking. how you never fail to surprise(and amuse) me. i could also talk about how i felt about you. how i was doubtful about my importance in your life. whether you'd talk about me the way you did about them. all those people so dear to you. what you see in them you fail to see in me. or do i just think i am good enough? how about the other you? you who is so distant now. how you lost interest. or maybe just lost your faith in me. or have things not changed? and it's only my mind that plays tricks on me. making me react to insignificant actions. or do they actually reflect your feelings? and of course there are the other yous. somehow i feel they're all robots. sounds a little weird yes. but in a way people are. you do certain things to get desired reactions. everyone is the same to me. basically things with hands and feet. like how on the mrt today i felt as if the world around me wasnt real. as if it was just an illusion and would vanish anytime. as if my world only consisted me and khin at that moment. i could talk as loudly as i wished. do what i wanted. and it wouldnt matter. i could talk about all this. but there's something which is nagging at me. some problem more important yet i cant name it. i have been trying to say all i can the past few entries. i dont know. and i dont really want to know. i just want someone to be there.(forgive me if i am being whiny)
i was in the middle of writing this entry when you came and talked to me. sometimes i feel so far away and so tiny. then you give me this bit of hope each time. like im sinking into a black hole but before i disappear completely you show me a little light. you know, i have not felt since that day. no intense emotions. at first it was just frustration. irritation. at unimportant and random things. then it was more of a blank feeling. been feeling that for a some time now. like i needed no one. i existed by myself and for myself. this isolated feeling. i still feel this way. but each time you come along there's this sudden jolt. and emotions flow back just for that moment. everything comes back but soon it's brushed away. then you leave again. maybe this is stopping me from being an empty shell. i dont know. this entry is so dramatic. i will stop now before i decide to delete the whole thing.
spilt milk 09:27 p.m.
Wednesday, May 7, 2003
how come i dont seem to remember things. or even care about anything. i know if i dont stick to something i will suffer a consequence but i still continue not doing it. when i really dont want to do something, it wont be done regardless of what will happen to me thereafter..im not thinking about situations. dont have ideas in my head. it's just: oh this is happening, so? it's like im living for the sake of being alive. i know this is typical and all that. but dont get me wrong. im not upset about it. it's just meaningless. i am just some machine. i dont bother to process thoughts anymore. just taking everything as it is. those other things dont even affect me anymore...
people need goals and ideals. something to strive towards in life..
it's just getting so ugly.
spilt milk 09:06 p.m.
Monday, May 5, 2003
is it wrong to like it simple? somehow i'd rather keep everything simple. even if there was more to it i would just ignore and pretend i dont know. like how i would act as if everything was okay even if it wasnt. i say a lot of silly things i know. but sometimes they do serve a purpose. to make people shut up and think there's nothing more to something or just to avoid conflict. depending on the situation i guess. hm. avoiding conflict. avoiding complcations. escapism, michelle?
spilt milk 11:15 p.m.
Saturday, May 3, 2003
a hug for everyone! oh yipee.
spilt milk 09:23 p.m.
Saturday, May 3, 2003
notice i havent been blogging? wont go online so often now. i should spend more time mending the screwed up bits in my life before i continue to blog. put more effort into relationships with people around me. =)im going to be a nice person and give you a birthday present. (even though you have been quite a nasty piece of shitpoo recently). nee-argh-har.
spilt milk 08:58 p.m.
Thursday, May 1, 2003
there're some people who really matter. yes it was just my mood and i was being mad for awhile. (actually for quite a long while). probably because i didnt know how to talk about it and a small problem grew into a big one. i still care. and there're many things i'd like to say but it wouldnt be appropriate to blog it out here. i think all i need is reassurance.
spilt milk 09:51 a.m.
Thursday, May 1, 2003
dumdeedum. it's all a game. dumdeedum. i'll just go finish my lit essay and not think about this. going out with khin the hippo later=)
spilt milk 09:20 a.m.
Monday, April 28, 2003
and i will try to be nice and to care. it's really hard when i dont want to. especially when there're people who cant even be bothered to say bye. tell me if im being petty here but it does get annoying when people just go offline without a word. a little respect maybe? i dont know. is it because i dont deserve it.. could be. but of course there're still the nice people. and i didnt like how many things were said or done. i wonder if others felt the same too, but were too afraid to offend anyone to say something in defence of blah. oh well anyway, right now i am just existing. dont even think i serve a purpose in anyone's life. i was really horrible to my sister today. well at least i said things to her which i myself would consider mean. i've been doing that so often now. i dont like what i do or say. yet i dont feel like being nice is an option. im afraid of doing that. i would even chose to say something else. i view nice as a weakness. yes you can tell me that is wrong. i shouldnt think like that. but i dont dare to be that anymore. i really dont. but that's leading me down another path i dont wish to take. forget it. this may pass if i didnt say anything about it. right now, i feel like grass.
spilt milk 08:31 p.m.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
i have no intention of being nasty to anyone yet i end up sounding like i dont care or rude. maybe im meant to live by myself. who would've thought so.
spilt milk 11:38 p.m.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
i really really dont want to go to school. i need to talk to somebody about this. im pinching myself to see if i actually still can feel.
spilt milk 11:25 p.m.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
there's something seriously wrong with me. im not being me. im saying things i dont usually say. im acting differently. i dont know what's different but i just know it is because some of the things i do seem foreign. i feel messed up inside like my organs are not in place that's why im not functioning normally. i dont like this. the worst part is that im hardly affected by this change. i know it's a change i know it's not right i know i dont like it yet somehow i dont feel like doing anything about it. i am screwing up my own life slowly and im only starting to notice it. notice, but not do anything. because it is so subtle and so slight but it's still happening. everything around me is falling apart and all im doing is just watching it crumble. one by one i cause them to leave. and one by one they all leave. im surprised that im not the least affected. i know i will be when everyone is gone but it's disturbing how im not doing anything about this. im really tired of relationships with people. i cant keep it up anymore. im worn out and there's nothing to look forward to. i know i am being unreasonable when i expect you to be there. or when i act in that manner towards you. however all i want now is to live by myself. there's nothing good to look for in me. so i'd better not give false hope. i dont know how to explain this. it's all just going to fall apart because liz has turned into such an idiotic piece of shit fullstop.
spilt milk 11:08 p.m.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
check this out and amuse yourself. =)
spilt milk 10:43 p.m.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
homework. argh. i have about two ying yong wen to write and i dont know how many jian baos. plus geog worksheet, chem worksheet, social studies worksheet and an overdue assignment. not to mention IRS and a candle to make. if only school was on alternate weeks. then we just have lessons for one week and the next week do work at home.
everyone seems to be in love or attatched or something. where do they find the time or energy. i miss people but i cant be bothered to brood about it just yet.
spilt milk 09:46 p.m.
Friday, April 25, 2003
im so tired. wont be blogging.
spilt milk 08:24 p.m.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
i cant even list 10 people who matter.
that is all i have and want to say today. shutting up is good sometimes.
spilt milk 10:44 p.m.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
Why do we,
Crucify ourselves.
Every day,
I crucify myself.
Nothing I do is good enough for you.
spilt milk 11:18 p.m.