Thursday, July 03, 2008
6:18 PM
Somehow, I feel that ignorance is bliss**eddittteedd**. WOOHOO!!
Yup, after lotsa school shits incidents, I've finally managed to tune back into school mode. HAH! I know it's kinda slow but people, you guys should know right?
You know what?! You know what?!
Wonderful xm went to attend CMA lecture this morning! HAHA! Well, I had WORK yester-night and was kinda sick (puked suddenly). Yah, Yang Qin I think I'm pregnant! It was kinda happening at work yesterday, my first time meeting Aunty, grey-haired "fussy" customer and black out at SH. Took bus 10 home. Well, as I had nothing better to do while charging the phone and laptop, I decided to watch some short clips from Yahoo. Then I chance upon this clip about David Militello, a 9 year old boy, who can sing really really well. I think if he is really passionate about music, he may become Michael Jackson the Second. After that, I went on to watch P.S I Love You on tudou. Thank goodness I didn't go to the cinema to watch it, if not there wouldn't be enough tissue paper for me to use and I would be damn embarrassed. My tears were like water coming out of a running tap la. Ok. Nevertheless, I managed to wake up and meet Connie in the morning to go to school together and also pass her the keys for SC.
It's just that this morning was damn classic. Hugging my strawbebe, I dragged myself up only to find myself facing the mirror and realise that my pillows are all over the place. However, instead of having the thoughts of getting out of bed, I was very very tempted to pick up all of my pillows and fall back to sleep again. HAHA.
Sighs... I wonder why they chose HER, after making a point that she can't manage it. I think they were already well-prepared for us to suffer already. Oh well... what to do? Anyway, did I have any rights to vote for her? Did I? Oh well, if I did, perhaps I should add it to the list in my lifebook, titled "REGRETS".
Silence was kept then, but not anymore. It hurts to realise that someone you actually trust kinda betrayed you. The word "betray" may be too strong, or rather "bitch" about you or should I say most of us.
I'd rather you kiss my ass.