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me.
ping
swit s e v e n t e e n
twentie-thirdd.01.89
student
lorves.
pigs
babyBlue
mickiee
blythe
musik
piercinns
dislykes.
liars
irritants
human glue
here comes da SUPERGIRL! <3 ((:
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later part of the dae, i received a call from MR wilson lee [mie sec sch PE teacher]. i was so shocked. i tot nyp also got a MR wilson lee. this is our con.
lee: is this liping?
me: ya.
lee: this is mr Wilson Lee
me: huh?? oh okae. frowns*
lee: you got mother tongue exam todae rite?
me: huh? where got? dun haf wad! i nv retakee!
lee: ur name in the list leh.
me:hUH? sir i graduate liao leh. now i poly happie happie le.
lee:huh? but ur name in the list leh. TAN li ping rite?
me: sir i sLAP u ar! i am CHUA la not TAN la!
lee: oH reaLLY??
me: ar BO! scare me siaa!
lee: hahaha.
me: how u got mie no. by the wae?
lee: oh cheryl gimme one. the councillor. remb?
me: oH!! cheryl. yaya.
lee: okae. thanks anywae sorrie ya.
me: it's ok. buhbyees.
lee: thanks bye.
ain't it hilarious? i bet it's the most freakinn joke ever. pheww.
was out wibb dd after class. dat freakinn apple dd's off dae. supposed to go watch moviee. blardie hell. no tix. went walk and makan. he crap like no tmr. he beri farnie la. mie freakinn BEST crappinn buddie. hoho. ((: he's simply too high. after so long he finally get his offdaee. he's trying lorts of lame stuffs. including givinn me a proper christian name. *stares* he's totally crazie. smacks his head*
no hmwk for todae. ly is super duper noisy. just feel like shutting her up. wad's dat teh-ing stuff FOR? bloodie hell. argh.
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i'm not done with stf's paper bag design. i've no idea wad to design for. i've got so much i duno. *bites* i'm god damn irritated wib lee. he fucking bastard. i bet it haf been a long tym since i last blogged such vulgarities. he forced me to. why on earth would such a bastard exist and not DIE. yes! i am cursing you. to the blardie fucking extend. too bad ya. u noe wad's being fair. u make me i make u back. u wanna be a fucking loser who thinks only you make the call. den u r fucking wrong. no mirrors at hm? i shall get u one dat can fill up ur whole house. you jolly well look at it everydae and fuck urself upside down. better still you can take a one year MC staying at home and ur reason will be this: "i freaked myself out looking into the mirror this morning because i saw a fucking ugly bastardised gorrila infront of me and i got some hearing problem because the fucking gorrila seemed to tok non-stop like some corked up radio." *roll eyes* if u fucking think you are FUCKING PERFECT den u fucking well go and jump off the tree u blardiee disgustinn and irritatinn gorilla.
alrite. yes i'm sick. i bloodie sick. i wanna screw peeps upside down. i'm very very troubled this few days! by wad? i've no idea. shucks.
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time seemed to pass real fast in poly. look back at those days in secondary school, carry a bag that weighs at least 1.5kg and having to hold tonnes of books in hand. those days was even more tiring. sitting in class waiting for the teachers to slowly stream in. no breaks. only for recess. now.. it's lecturers waiting for us to slowly stream in.. having breaks in between class. it seemed quite different. but still i kinda miss those people bacc in deyi. you will never meet the same bunch of people. you wun get that kind of bond in poly. eeryone's kinda on their own. for kids who still claims they wanna get outta sec sch.. try thinking abt it again. poly don't give u the advantage of skippinn classes cuz u suffer on ur own. uh uh.
wanted to watch da vinci ytd. no tix no tix no tix!! i'm sufferinn from extreme shock. =/ no tix for any movie. utterly sadded. went down cine for dinner. dj keeps whackinn mie head. grrr. i'm sufferinn from minor concussion. headed for pool. mich and me was practically rotting dere. watching the three of em plae. something's real wrong with mie body these days. you will see me hugging jackets when people find it just a lil cold. beri wrong. shakes head*
gt quite a couple of hmwk to do for tmr. but it's definitely better den last week. ((: meetinn lion later! so long since i last met up wibb him. i miss his fuRRy lion HAIR! ((:
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borinn lessons again tmr. bet i gonna fail mie maths common test [two weeks tym]. i noe nuts. psyduck i nid ur HELP!! :( went down to town to get materials wib psyduck, sethie, j and ly. sw joined us later. sethie went esprit to get his tops. he's farnie.. two similar tops but diff colour. slacked around town. j went off to bugis to do up his internet connectionn stuffs. everyone's tired. they headed bacc home. me and sw continue to slacked. the wae he walk super farnie. i haf no idea why but i just find the wae he walk so interestinn. =X
mie journey back home was a stupid one. took 159 from tpy. [alrightiee butt itchy.] was sleepinn throughout. holding mie A3 size layout pad. decided to place it near the glass cuz it's bulky. after some tym, thanks to the reckless driver for the sudden break. my layout pad flew and the corner hit directly at mie left cheekbone. [i slap u upside down!]
not donee wib jk's emoticons. grrrr......
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sumhow i really wish i understand guys. i mean, dere's so many different species of guys in the whole universe. some are real nice, some are stagnant water; somewhere in the middle, while some are real mean. is dere such things like a standard number of group categorizing them? so specific that we know haf an idea which category they belong as we slowly get to know em. they say girls are the weirdest people on earth.. rubbish. i think it's guys.
so far i think i only discovered four groups of guys around me. one, not friendly but like to take a glimpse of you when they past by[apparently they can only be enemies or ignored]. two, easy-going might mislead you and cause infatuation. three, friendly and fun but can only remain as friends. four, friendly, yet kinda tough somehow or wad, might fall for em but it seems like no chance on the surface. =/ might sound familiar to some people. perhaps asian guys are lidat. shrugs* guys sends me on shiver. can only take em as friends for now.. until somedae i think i'm ready. sighs*
i do feel a sense of guilt after i told him everything on msn last nite. very very guilty.
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was out the whole dae. watched poseidon. it's cool and funnie. i really fear of seas and oceans now. it's like nobody noes when you gonna get washed away. =/ no water ghost. the thought of the tall scarie waves still kinda freak me out now. aww. went over yishun to wait for kel to knock off. cammie was dere too. she couldn't recognise me and she thought i wanted to ask her directions. she's prepared to sae :"sorrie i'm a tourist" if i din sae another word. she's funnie. haas. cammie sae he's at their place. i screamed and frowned. we headed off to sembawang after dat. went over to da coffee shop, saw him dere oreadi. freaked out. faked a smile. kel's tired. he headed hm wib cammie. we headed to mac. crapped. dd joined us. he's funn! ((:
finally i got it off mie heart. he was asking me why i din tok to him earlier on. i've made up mie mind, to speak the truth. it's real nice to be loved and shown concern on. really. but still, wasting someone's tym is even more evil den killing someone. hence, i told him everything dat's in mie heart. he's wasting his tym and all dat stuffs. it don't sound as if he's much affected. i said before it's more likely to be a crush. so here is it. alright, i'm really sorry for being so straightforward, but dat's me. now, we can really go back to the past and become good friends again. continue to laugh and crapp like no tomorrow. it's better dat wae aint it? ((:
i just hope i get happier everydae! ((: make me lose a couple of kilos! less assignments! get mie diploma asap! more interestinn friends! hees. i'll be very very very extremely happie den! ((: i'm a happie gal!
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supposed to go for milo session todae. kel went jb.
got more assignments this weekendd. let's see how to die.
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unspoken truth.