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Friday, June 09, 2006

One group of human beings.. those ns P Os want to ask me out to a party tonight.
I rejected.
Like duh.
Idiot also know where it would lead to.
Not as if I haven't experienced it before.
And the person who made me experience it asked me out to zouk tomorrow.
So another rejection.

Ok, get it little boys.
Big sister here ain't going to stay out late at night anymore.
I am going to be a good girl and stay home after 10pm.
(Unless people like wensy, manda, fang jie, ronnie, mark- though he never will, liqian etc. ask me out, it's another case altogether)

It's going back to those stressful days and I don't want history to repeat itself.
These few days I have been feeling faint/having headache AGAIN.
Idiot...
Maybe because of:
- Rain falling on my head then straight away go inside aircon room
- Not enough sleep
- Use too much com
- Being disgusted frequently

Oh ya, O C I gave me pointers on driving.
So HAPPY.
Actually I wouldn't mind a boyfriend like O C I... sweet and funny, playful yet caring.
You know. Like those big brother kind of way. Like, ah xiang gor gor and my relationship...
But I know he's married la. TOO bad.

I am probably more stressed up when I'm working. (even zuo tong can notice)
Why am I subjected to this kind of feeling when I am supposedly having the most care-free job ever.
I wish people won't hail me as some 'Ms Cutesy', then call people from all over the place to come and know me... and I overheard this "eh, she's here now if you don't want to come now I don't know when there's this chance again". I am not some endangered animal in a zoo, neither am I some artefact in a museum. It's scary.

AND let me make this clear, I am not trying to be BHB, cook up some fantasy, act as if I am Ms popular and those kind of shit. I need an outlet to vent vent vent.
Ok, I admit I do feel honoured and appreciative to a certain extent but I suppose I can digest it better after I know them well enough (not at this Stage).
Seriously, how am I supposed to trust someone who tell me "I'll miss you a lot after you are gone" when the only thing we did was smile and say hi, bye.
The worst thing is that "I am jealous of so many ppl missing you" that follows.
Hurray. Now we know where this is getting.

I, for goodness sake, like to use the words darling, honey, dear, babe, baby, boobs, uncle, auntie, old man.
Like nobody business.
And I used them on general terms to replace dudes, girl, boy.
So now I have to be selective ah.
Cos not all people treat it the same way as I do :(

So yea ppl.
이제그만!
Go use a dict.

Liqian darling.
If you are reading this you are so DEAD.
Who's the idiot who asked me to come online tonight when I actually do not intend to, but didnt come up himself?!!!
GRRRR.
To think I still msg him "oh my darling, how I misses u..." that kind of crap.
Wasted my effort sia.
HAHa.
U watch out ah.