reminiscence

Reminiscence

Browsing thru' my archives, thoughts of the past became the present.

Reading through a particular entry, it felt like I was going thru' for the first time. I have no vivid memory of it at all.

Though it is the past, my heart and mind can't help but to search for answers to this mysterious event that I have once experienced...

boredom

Boredom

Let you in on a little secret; Want to know how boredom feels?

like this. Period.

how cool is that?

entertainment's over

Entertainment's over

"Once again, the town of "If only someone knew..." is safe, thanks to.... Mambo and all you inspiring people..."

back to the O' place of my humble thoughts...

letter to Cheryl

A Letter

To someone who made my "life" interesting overnight, wait...or should I say..

Dear Cheryl,

I'm really honoured to have you take time off your busy scheduel to come visit my humble place of thoughts. I did not know my thoughts could actually stir you to leave your inspirational comments which made me blog this particular entry.

If you seriously think I will be affected by what you say, well... I am sorry to tell you that it actually makes me laugh. I can't help but to realise that the words you use are rather... limited? Try coming up with more creative ones ya? It will make your life interesting too.

Here's a few things that I want to say too:

1) DO NOT insult my parents, YOU bitch! I shall use "bitch" since it is your favourite word.

2) About your boyfriend, I do not even know who the hell he is. and, I'm sorry, but you actually do have one?

3) My sex life is totally NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, please get that into your brain and youself OUT of it.

4) Even if I knew who your boyfriend was, I wouldn't waste my time sleeping with him or stealing him away from you. It's seriously NOT worth it. Besides I have better guy friends around me, wouldn't want to know your boyfriend either.

5) I did not know you have so little trust in your boyfriend, whoever he is. I'm sorry to hear that..

6) This is MY blog, MY thoughts, MY space. If you cannot swallow or stomach what you see, why in the first place do you even come?

7) As much as I want to keep this to myself, I don't want to deprive you of anything, since you have took time off to come back, which I know you will, is that : You are the most pathetic person I've ever know.

Well, that's kinda all for now. If I do have anything else to say, I will.

P.S : Did I sound as "bitchy" and "slut" as you think I am, I hope I did not disappoint you =)

intersting 10 mins

Interesting 10 mins

U bitch!
Slut
you steal my boyfried and slept with him
ya!
u whore
Dun steal my boyfriend
go find your own!!


Man, after speaking to a guy called Jeff that dropped from out of no where, just to entertain myself too, his girlfriend by the name of Cheryl, whom I sadly know, comes messaging me with the above! How cool is that..

Childish people still exist...
I feel sorry for the world...

slippin' away

Slippin' away...

The disappointment hurts.
Everytime it happens, the hurt gets deeper that it is starting to get numb.
Sooner, hurt would be feeling erased from the dictionary of emotions.

Though disappointments hits
I will struggle to hold on...
I cannot afford to let go, it means so much to me...

but....

I don't know how much longer I can hold on anyway..
I am trying really hard to.
However if "hurt" was erased from my context,
I might slip away...