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therefore she does not bother wasting her energy layan-ing such
nuisances-that-will-eventually-fall-off-t
But as for this time: how do you not get angry when someone you love hurts you verbally?
After all that I did for you? You say I'm like a mother and then insult mine?
.MENYAMPAHS.
It's all in the head.
Damn right it is.
Pbfffft!
- Location:Manchester
- Mood:
annoyed
A year ago, I was back in Malaysia. Today, I am unsure as to when I can go back home.
A year ago, I had enjoyed chatting on MSN. Today, I find instant messaging a drag and somewhat superficial.
A year ago, I was
A year ago, I had short hair. Today, it finally grew longer than my mouse cable.
A year ago, I had a guy best friend. Today, his guy best friend became mine instead.
A year ago, I was in love. Today, I don't know whether I am or am not.
A year ago, I had no discernible tolerance for
A year ago, I could eat oat cereal three times a day. Today, I get bored at eating anything more than twice.
A year ago, I had 2 dogs back home. Today, I don't even get to be close to the only one left.
A year ago, I was a law graduate with a summer holiday. Today, I am unemployed with dwindling finances.
A year ago, I had eagerly anticipated returning to UK for my Bar course. Today, I hate the Bar and oh, I hate this country even more.
A year ago, I had slept like a log with no burdens. Today, it's already 5:00am but I can't seem to rest...
Today I am an alcoholic.
Choiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!! Well actually that's the only thing that hasn't changed over the year. Ish, I still abhor alco lah!
- Location:Manchester
- Mood:Reflective
" Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here "
.:. John Mayer in Love Song for No One .:.
WHERE IS THE LURRRVE?!?
So come back to me... from wherever you are.
- Location:Manchester
- Mood:
lonely
This post is dedicated to you. Please take a mo and view THIS.
* * Most of the time we think that we can handle our burdens and lighten them ourselves when we forget to realise that they were there for a purpose.
And to those whom I dunno:
Well.Well. Don't we all get one of those days?
- Mood:
indescribable
Hey Matthew.
To be frank, I’d wanted to take some time and make you wait while I compose a kickass reply to get back at you.
But then I decided that you are not worth my time. Just my courtesy. So here it is.
Have fun with your life and I don’t ever wanna see you again.
Steph
* * * * * *
Whoever said that the fire in a relationship had to do with passion only?
- Location:Manchester, London
- Mood: bitchy
You remind me how I try so hard impressing others when the least impressed person with me is myself.
Impress me again, God. Let that be enough.
I love you.
Stephie
Jesus is shining down on me. I know it.
- Location:Manchester
- Mood:
Impressed by Him - Music:All for you - Starfield
Read along, now.
25 January 2007
[22:50:42] karen: hiya
[22:50:55] §ŧєρђiє: heloo mrs chan
[22:51:00] §ŧєρђiє: did u miss me?
[22:51:08] karen: u forgotten yr mum eh?
[22:51:18] karen: let me introduce her to u again
[22:52:24] karen: she is a gorgeous looking 53 yrs old gal
[22:52:24] karen: hehe
That
I'm so glad that my mum
-Continuation-
[22:52:47] karen: so wat have u been up to the last two weeks
[22:53:16] §ŧєρђiє: hahahahahha
[22:53:24] §ŧєρђiє: gorgeous eh? ;)
[22:53:29] §ŧєρђiє: i must MEET HER someday
Or at least, the wit gene does anyway. Kekekekeh.
PS: The dog's NOT mine, but the mum is though. Both are highly affectionate creatures, mind you.
PPS: It is my ultimate pet peeve that Malaysian people aaaaal-ways misspell 'mUm' as 'mOm'. We don't live in America lah. Get it right, boleh tak?
- Location:Manchester, Malaysia
- Mood:
amused
Oh, the incongruity! +.+
Is it just me, or do many other girls feel this way?
Pun of the day: I have amassed such a glorious galore of platonic relationships, it's practically promiscuous.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
You cannot make a person love you. All you can do is to be that someone who can be loved, the rest is up to that person to realise your worth.
Ahhh~~
A big-ass backup Catch-22 phrase always serves to mollify one's bruised ego :)
- Mood:
motivational techie geek
" For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. "
- Psalm 91:11-12 -
An-gel (ān'jəl) noun. 1. A representation of such a being, especially in Christianity, conventionally in the image of a human figure with a halo and wings. 1. A being that uses its wings to lift you up when you fall.
2. Yet, at the same time discards the halo to stoop down to your level of vulnerability.
E.g.: An angel is often sent to Earth in the form of a friend.
You know who you guys are (M, J, C, S, Ws, R, Se, another J and G).
Thank you for stepping into the recent storm with me. Just because I asked for it.
I will get OUT.
- Location:Manchester, Malaysia
- Mood:
I will be OK
I have so much to be grateful for.
My moments of loneliness :: because I have the time to find rest.
My longing for companionship :: because I have the desire to care for others.
My singlehood :: because I have the status to love many people.
My boredom :: because I have the time to seek fun out from its hiding.
My bad days :: because I have the joy of too many good days before that.
My broken computer :: because I have the opportunity to seek dependence elsewhere.
My incessant workload :: because I have the privilege of an education.
My intellect deficiency :: because I have the chance to better myself.
My lack of self-esteem :: because I have the pleasure of angels who remind me of my worth.
My insufferable acquaintances :: because I have the tolerance for humans just like me.
My demanding world :: because I have a life to live.
My lack of purpose :: because I have a God to follow.
My ordinary life :: because I have all that I need already.
- AND -
My lousy exam grade :: because I have 10 other assessments to do very well.
" IT'S NOT REALLY A LIE IF I HAVE CONVINCED MYSELF THAT IT'S TRUE. "
- Cathy Thorne
- Mood:
Thankful
To stand up and say "TAK NAK" ; this round for the right reasons.
On the relatively unexplored subject to us females, here's a virginal (pardon the pun) insight:
Looks like a decent piece of mechanical device, wouldn't ya say?
Ya, decent enough to lock your bicycle up, that is!!
Anyway back to more info. Here's what I read on chastity belts:
" In the days of Roman conquests, men leave their wives and daughters at home while they go to the battlefields to do their patriotic chores. Save for the chastity belt to guard their honour, the women were unprotected.
The women suffered from the discomfort of wearing the steely belts, often for long periods, as only their husbands had the key.
It must have been sheer agony when the men died on the battlefield and never returned home. "
Ooouch.
" The chastity belt, then, is largely a Western notion.
However, more gruesome than these gadgets is the practice among some rural African tribes to sew the vagina opening of their young unmarried girls, with just a little space for menstruation and urination purpose.
The stitches are only opened when they get married. "
Double whammy ouch!!! >_<
On a lighter note, I wholly commend Syabas Woman for this:
" However, considering that most rapists are men, it is only logical that the ones who need to be “chastity” controlled should be men, not women.
I’m sure the religious authorities can invent a chastity belt for men, which should restrict the movement of certain appendages down there, but with a small opening to allow for urination.
It should be just as comfortable as the one for women. The men’s wives should hold the key of the belt. "
MUAHAHAHAH.
Being in the UK, I am sooo glad that no one gives as much as a bird's poo on what my sex life is. Unless it's non-existent lah.
But then again,
I am even more glad I don't have a sex life to begin with for kaypoh religious bigots horny husbands anyone to be concerned about.
Eh, SYABAS to me then!
- Mood:
I am Horny, so WHAT??!?
And so, I shall delete this post later.
Hmm, if ONLY I could figure out how...
Eh I found it already! 'Delete Entry' below is staring me riiiight in the face. Blessed are the IT-ignorant, for theirs is the kingdom of accidents.
So I shall keep this entry here as a testimony to my (accidental) blessings.
Gee, so blogging exciting entries ain't that hard after all!
- Location:UK
- Mood:
creative - Music:the tap water dripping down my washbasin
