Its so freaking disgusting

i find blogs are like "it all about me" so RIS... gosh. i learnt that EMO-post are so 90s. and "its all about me" its just FUCK. i mean please lah, if a blog is about YOU AND NOTHING BUT YOU, then whats facebook for. AND the weirdest part about blogs are those pictures with FOOD. wadsup with taking pic of food? i think hawker centre signboard displaying their dishes looks way better. And to add on the repulsiveness of it, they munch the food half way and to want to TAKE A DAMN 'F'ing picture. YUCKS!! all the saliva on it, eee it's like a scene filled with DNAS!!!!!

Gosh People are leaving!!

It was Joanne, Karina and Jane.
Then Nicholas went to some ulu mulu place called ireland
and i just found out my classmate is leaving for TEXAS. WHY are guys going oversea for a long period? It's boring Singapore without the company of you guys. Oh wells, A's is finally going to end. Probably, taking SAT too. SIGH.. this blog is so new and so DATED.. right... Ohs wells ALLS wells, I will enjoy my HOLS. taking up some odd jobs i supposed, B4 enlisting... :(

Friday Dosage of pain.

Every friday, i will get a chance to see you once again. You left me alone, my heart broke. And yet i must go for tuition. The most painful part is to want to say so much to you, yet i cant. I dun want to act like i am desperate for you. I kept everything you passed to me. i always think of you when i see those things. Why must you leave me just like that? I hate yet i miss you. The smile i gave, is a cover for my tears. The bye i gave today, was like needles penetrating my heart. I should just give up of any rekindle wadsoever right? I am sure you are in love with another person and i should not be any part of it. I am sry i made use of someone to know you. i am sry that i broke your r/s with another person. I am sry i came to you life. I dun belong to any part of you. waiting waiting waiting. waiting for your messages or a call. i cant contact you nor will i see you online. it seems that you block me out on msn and you life. so why did you bother to scribble to ask me how am i? when i been on a hanger of pain, yet covering it up with studies. Like what your ex. did to you. you manage to do it to me. waiting... i am still waiting....





this is one example of an EMOpost, lesson learnt... nobody really give a SHIT