OKAY HI,YOU,DRINK THIS ALL IN.
Standing on the rooftops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
PROFILE
dance it all away,dance it back here
gongshang primary anglican high PAE victoria jc<3
turning seventeen in december
THE WRITTEN WORD
Friday, July 16, 2004, 10:23 PM
guess wot. i suddenly took an interest to the old blogger accnt i had..
so. taaaadidaaas. here i am.
im tired, depressed over the fact that i have nothing that interests me.
ooh i just dun bother to find.
¬hing besides photography, poems or books interest me now. dont ask me why all of them r more of the 'arty literature-ty' side, but.. that's just me, alrightey. perhaps i'll miss the old me afta like, few years, so i might revert to the happy ol mehhs. if i can. but now.. things rn't goin that well, so the last thing on the list i need is change. yuckk. i cant stand change, and that sucks becaosh.. i think it's important to accept changes.
blogger kinda rocks now. the tempply's no longer the working-people one, but now more... yiting-friendly. i dun lyk being unfrenly, so i switched to diaryland. but i dun lyk the way diaryland paragraphs my entries. yukks. and.
and one more thing.. im not being difficult on you, just being difficult on myself. so dun complain, becaosh im not complaining.... yet. r u confused yett? lousy loserrish you. X)
im makin efforts to smile now. as quoted by many, i look lyk i wna rip ppl to pieces when i dun smile. rather, stare into space. maybe they just caught me when i really do wna kill ppl. lolsh. i held a piece of window just now. gripped it tight, like... challengin it to cut thru my skin. but it didnt. wonder y it wasnt sharp enough. geesh. it feels different holdin it, lyk it has a power over me or sumthng. hmmms. i felt dangerous then. *adopts best murder-psycho face.
eeeks my entree is so colourful, but dun be too gleeful.
i'll be going to sci centre tomorsh. gee it feels lame just saying it. lols but the last tym i went (purdy once upon a time), i had fun with my frens. i hope time will repeat itself. dun stuff us wif too much sci-cy stuffie. we r not turkeys. repeat: we are no turkeys.
she's complicated, &u dknow wot she's playing at. think she's playin you, but that might not be all. perhaps it's just life playing her. she cries, it's her way of draining you &all out. she runs, &she can hide just as well. she doesnt know parts of her r being taken away. she will find herself lost one day. the day might be today.
