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My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends.
I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens.
To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome.
I love little black dresses&scarves.
In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid.
Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included.
Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up.
I love nonsense people who make me laugh.
&yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses.
I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks.
No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented.
I'm just a green colored pond scum.
A bitchy one to be precise.P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom. P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops. Indigo'09 1Hcube'08 2HighOnHiccups'09 Modern dancer |
- Friday, January 14, 2011 @ 9:22 PM http://onlyforblonds.tumblr.com/ i blew it up for you. so don't you dare say - 'why is that stupid bitch not blogging?! she thinks she's too cool for the net, huh?' - Thursday, January 13, 2011 @ 4:03 PM OMFG I FLIPPED. (NOT LITERALLY) I JUMPED OFF MY SEAT. I COVERED MY MOUTH AND SCREAMED. THERE'S LIKE THIS CONTEST WHERE TAYLOR SWIFT SG FANS MAKE VIDEOS IMITATING TAYLOR SWIFT OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND I WANT TO VIEW ONE EX-CEDARIAN'S ENTRY. HERS WAS A REMAKE OF TAYLOR SWIFT'S YOU BELONG WITH ME. THINK NERD AND BITCH FACE SHARING ONE BOYFRIEND. AND THE BITCH FACE WAS AMANDA LOW JAY NING. :OOOOOOOOOOOOO hence, the reasons why i should not participate in the contest(or any contests) 1. grades > taylor swift 2. i'm going to lose 3. A VIDEO WITH AMANDA'S PRESENCE IS BOUND TO OWN MINE THREE THOUSAND TIMES OVER so i'll never meet taylor swift in my entire lifepan. I HATE PHYSICS. FUCK THIS. -A- - Monday, January 10, 2011 @ 8:46 PM LET ME GUESS...  THIS is extremely ugly. THIS WOMAN has a face so hideous that it should be hidden from the rest of mankind.  ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. THIS DRESS SO TREMDENDOUSLY UGLY. is she that poor she has to use her grandmother's curtain to make her dress? seriously, where the fuck is the fashion police? she totally deserves the death penalty.  YEAH BABY, YOU wrote 17 songs on your latest CD ALL BY YOURSELF at 3am in the morning in your tour bus. AND YOU THINK YOU'RE SO PRO? all of us here haven't writen a single song in our lives. you want to try that? OKAY. I'M BEING SO FUCKING HYPOTHETICAL. when she says, "when you're singing, you can hear the echo of people in the audience singing every single word with you, it's the best feeling the world" she's being such an UNGRATEFUL BITCH. how dare she treats her fans like this. i'm just putting things into perspective, (appearances aside) taylor swift wrote more than 100++ songs in her barely a quater lifespan, she produces her own album, she directs her own music video, she chooses the album art, she designs her stage for her tour, she holds 14 and a half hour fan meets, she picks out clothes all by herself, she's doesn't take drugs, hasn't been into rehab, she can play acoustic/classical/electric guitar, the piano and the clarinet. and she ought to be hated by everyone because she sucks. just like that. how impartial. i'm so fucking angry today i feel like killing a cow. my mom thinks that studying is one of the easiest thing to do in the world, like sweeping the floor is harder than getting an A1 for chemistry. well, i'm not surprised she never made it to university because studying is so easy it just takes up her valuable time. 'how much did you get for chinese Os?' 'A1.' 'ehhh that time december you borrow 40dollars from me haven't return yet hor. where's my money?!' and then she starts fucking yelling at me at the non-existent cash management skills that i have. AND THAT MY FUCKING A1 FOR CHINESE HAS LESS WORTH THAN 40DOLLARS. i'm not being a mean and stuck-up bitch, but i wished my A1 had gone to people who deserved it more than me. not that i'm depressed i didn't get a B3, but people who handed in homework in advance, learn their chinese spelling, memorize chinese pharses like their life depended on it should get this. and parents who will pat on their daughters back telling them they did well deserve to have a daughter with an A1. not my fucking ungrateful mother. not in a million years time. whatever, i'm not thinking straight. she's like scolding, scolding, scolding for the most inane stuff in the world. why i use a spongebob as a wallet. why i don't sit on the chair when i use the computer. why i want to wear contact lens. why i come home after 630. why i think that spring onions are gross. why must my chem spa file be purple. why cedar is not in the news. why i don't want to put my glass back onto the kitchen table. THERE'S LIKE AN INFINITE NUMBER OF THINGS SHE CAN FIND FAULT WITH. and i'm just so fucking tired i don't want to care anymore. i'm supposed to be embarking on my video project to win a chance to meet taylor swift in the flesh but i'm so _______ (i can't even come up with a word to describe this loss, this devastation, this hopelessness in me) i don't know how to do anything already. people will probably never get it why i love adrian ivashkov so much because on the exterior, i only find his extremely appealing and he's like scoring hundred points on the sexual board or something like that. but i see so much of myself in him. he indulges in cigarettes and alcohol to down his trouble, he has like fucking terrible parents who chants 'all that i do is good for you', he completely throws himself, dedicates his entire life, present his raw heart on a tray to a girl who doesn't even return his feelings and cheats on him. and he finds that life is pointless, is meaningless. goddamnit, i can't drink tonight or else i'll have a bloody bad hangover during double bio tomorrow. but then again, who cares. i want to blog about something happy, but it's just not coming up. i feel like changing to tumblr. -A- - Sunday, January 9, 2011 @ 3:03 PM  HE'S SO FUCKING HOT WITH A CAPITAL H. OH CHRIS COLFER, I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES. -A- - Saturday, January 8, 2011 @ 12:01 PM  this was like what, two years ago? thank god we've all grown prettier. FUNG; we've been gay shit partners for three years. that's like one thousand and ninety five days (pardon if' it's wrong, i failed both maths for an apparent reason) together. our friendship's like a cosine graph, there's always ups and downs because i'm a bitch like that even when i was in sec one and i don't know why my hobby was to like hate you or something along those lines? but holy cow, boy am i grateful we made up at the world's stupidest times like home econs lessons because i forgot that i hated you and we had too much fun baking? and all the senior stalking - people pointed their talons at us, criticized us, seniors were freaked out by us, and all that crazy shit. and i remember i hated you before the cameron highlands trip but in the end, i had the TIME OF MY LIFE. failed ballroom dancing on the hotel car park, camwhoring on roads at 7am in the morning,gossiping in the freezing midnight air on the balcony, you and yixin singing to me in the bus because i'm a coward and i couldn't stand mountainous roads. it's stuff like this make me not want to grow up. thanks for all the nice stuff you said to me on my blog. words are something that either make or break my heart and in your case, it's the former. also thankyou for standing by me against your closest friends because i meant something to you. and try to get through all the i-hate-my-parents trouble you're going through right now. problems like this are only going to make you stronger. and for the record, my doors are always welcome to you if you decided to runaway from home or something like that(: and you can pick me up as a chem-homework completor also! you stupid bloody little bitch; now since i've realized that i'm not the only one who hates you to the goddamned core of this planet, i'm more than relieved that people are being two-faced to you. because that's what you fucking deserve. you think you're pretty when you're not. you think you're smart when you're not. you think you're oh-so-popular and all men on earth will drop to their knees to kiss your ass when you're not. you think you're so fucking talented that all celebrities in the world should just retire cause you're way more awesome when you're not. and the best part of it is that you think i'm gross. just because i dress like a slut does not make me a slut. just because i read books about whores doesn't make me one. and just because i play nice doesn't mean i like you. so why don't you hurry up down that little path and go back home crying to mummy because you can't stand me talking bad about poor you little princess. and stop trying to show off your non-existent talent in front of me. sorry sweetie, it doesn't work that way. i regret to inform you that i'm prettier than you, smarter than you and more talented than you. oh and dancer- wannabes are especially most hated by we the dancers ourselves. thought you might want to know. and from the above two paragraphs, you must think that i'm bipolar or have a split personality. but it's just a little warning that if you treat me nice, i'm all your slave baby but if you try to talk bad about my CCA or just irk me with your pathetic looking face, oh bitch, bring it on. i don't know why everyone suddenly caught the news (kudos facebook, i really hate you this time) on the dancers' photoshoot but the nice people are offering compliments and naturally, i say 'THANKYOU'. because that's the polite thing to do. it's called manners. not because i love myself too much and i think i should totally go be model because my nose is so pretty my eyes are so mesmerizing they kill a man or something like that. so you, stop sneering. Now I'll go sit on the floor Wearing your clothes All that I know is that I don't know how to be something you miss Never thought we'd have a last kiss So I'll watch you live in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are You can place for a change in weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind love is the person you think of when you listen to sad songs. and my darling, it's you. yy asked me that day how do you know when you know you like someone. and i gave the standard he's-on-your-mind-all-time-you-feel-all-high-and-dizzy-after-you-talked-to-him answer. now i wished i had said 'i don't know'. me+seet+yy were at lunch/failed studying yesterday and we were totally discussing about the people i hate which includes the stupid bloody little bitch (refer to above) and i realized i'm hating/hated way too many people. i'd never kept a list of such stuff and it frightens me that more than half of the people i hated were the people i love. and it's because of the fact that i love them too much, they can wreck havoc to my life, turn me into nothing but a wisp of misery, flip my heart inside out, leaving me hanging there because i never knew where i stood in their life. i just wrote my english homework - reflections about myself. it took me nothing more than eight minutes to type the six hundred word long essay but took me twenty minutes to cut down its size because i'm sure the head of discipline wouldn't want to hear about how much i fantasize on a daily basis about standing on a stage, doing the thing i love or how i'm a loser because i still hold onto the that thread of hope that fairytale endings. i should totally learn to stop expressing myself through writing - it exposes way too much. -A- - Friday, January 7, 2011 @ 10:22 PM
- Thursday, January 6, 2011 @ 9:07 PM i forgot to mention that it's only the 6th day of 2011 and i've already failed my #10 on my resolutions wishlist, which is to NOT get caught for a short skirt. :( |
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