i have had enough of you, kelvin.

first you said, i am ugly, then i am fat. and now, that my skirt is ugly.
look, you got onto my nerves the very first time i saw you already, yet i did not do anything. the more i spoke to you the more irritated i got. and the further away i tried to drew myself from you. even if i did step on your tail somehow, i do not think that there is a need to criticize about me all day long. look, i can be much more mean than you are right now. it is just that i do not choose to. i shall just put it in a way that God wants me to learn how to take criticism, cause i never did take them well. and guess what, it is you such 'christian' that make me feel so ashamed to admit that i am one sometimes. i am sad to say so, but it is the truth.even if you are the most handsome guy alive on earth, with the best dress sense, you have no right to criticize people. Also, no one is perfect on earth, and everyone is beautiful in God's eyes. to think that you are a christian that attends church regularly. such a disgrace you are.

i miss those times.

when you do the same thing coincidentally.
when you showed your love for the nation on your face.
when your gay-est chinese teacher is leaving.

fun in school.

i love school, like totally.

thursday is the only interesting day i have in school.
like, cats, just sit in yoke's class & you would laugh non-stop, seriously.
then comes dancesport.
it would be stressful when we cant manage to catch up, but it is something that is definitely worth looking foward to.
then we have the damn crowded inline skating.

ahh, i dont know what am i talking about.
i am just in a serious desperate need of sleep please.
but with the current & upcoming assignments, homework, projects, & COMMON TEST
i cant afford to catch up on my sleep!

PLUS. my class people really really really do sucks.
my cousin & bestie agrees.
oh alright, to be more specific, mainly the GUYS suck.
plus a couple of yeah, others.
it shows their level of maturity when all they do is to talk about hot girls, pretty girls, girls girls girls.
then talk about gross/dirty stuffs.
i almost wanted to call one of them a DESPERATE just now, cause of what he said.

look, if your purpose was to irritate me til i cant take it anymore, you have done your job perfectly fine alright? just leave me alone please.

right. school work is driving me crazy.
have just finished my stupid groupwork in which all of them asked me to present it on hardcopy because according to them ' girls have nicer handwriting & girls are neater, geena can draw better in our group'. WOW. so i got to do all the shit work. & there is cats. sian, i have only written out & sketch out two of my ideas out of the ten i am supposed to show them tomorrow,& our discussion is like from 5-10.
SIAN SIA. dead tired, all thanks to last minute mother's day shoppers.


you.
i do miss the time we spent together, the love we used to share as friends.
awkwardness would definitely be present when we meet up.
but if it is worth the awkwardness, i wouldnt mind.
however, i guess all that i have told you was crap. perhaps the real reason begins with myself.
i cant pass this very first stage of forgiving myself, i cant believe i let you stray away for so many years of your lives & let you continue with it.
no, not only werent you there for me, i wasnt a true friend to you.
i am actually very confused with my own self.
yes, i am contented with this little amount of friends i have beside me all the time.
i dont wish to be friends with you again, after so many things have happened, but yet again the memory of you always linger in my mind.
& i dont quite wish to be bugged by christians, well no offence to anyone, but that is the truth.

everybody's changing,
& i dont quite feel the same

oh, move on with life geena.

school is beginning to be stressful, with loads of homework flooding in. but yeah, i am going to strive hard to get a good score at the end of this, no matter how annoying some modules can get







oh alright, nothing beats going out with dearest special bear. seriously, it has been long since we laughed this much, & til now the thought of all funny stuffs that happened still tickles me. http://iripgummybears.livejournal.com/


let the pictures do the talking.

half afraid this friendship may not last, on the other hand, i am confident & going to be determined about maintaining this friendship for, a lifetime? God's blessing is all we need. (:

sigh.

i hate physics.

really. mr lau is a good lecturer, i admire him&respect him alot. even though that day they asked him if he is a PHD holder or whatever shit degree holder, & he said he aint one, i still do like him alot. OH GOODNESS, I WISH I WASNT INTERESTED IN THIS COURSE PLEASE. everything is driving me crazy, maths,chem,physics, it is totally like secondary school. half afraid that i may let go & begin to not catch up with lessons, i am already half slacking.

these classmates of my are taking me for granted, no, that is not a good thing.

You're Next. says:
ya anything
You're Next. says:
haha so gd. help him print.tats wt class reps are for

serious, helping you to print, is one thing. but no, class reps aint supposed to help you wipe your asses, you know. treating you all nice is one thing, taking for granted is another. dont make me yell at you. & i am sorry, my dearest jc friends. but i honestly am hating arrogant jc people alot. hey look, if you think you can do damn well in poly life, then you go ahead & enrol in okay. tell you what, let me know if you can even get into the course that you want alright. the HIGHEST score for psychology is 9 points. i repeat, NINE POINTS. beat that, you cant even qualify please. so stop pissing me off by telling me poly life is slack, cause it aint a big deal that you are in jc.

so much for beginning to fit in.

whenever i have the time to study, but i choose to slack instead, i cant help but feel as though i am wasting ten years of my life away. AH HAHAHAHA, HEAR THAT GEENA, YOU ARE WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY. sheesh. my definition of coping in class= 3-4 chapters ahead of the lecturers. screw you lah, 1G01. so hardworking for what. somemore, our 'lao di fang' is you know where? LIBRARY. to? STUDY! WHOOSH. my class totally rock man. anyway,



steven got to be the most gay/idiot thing on earth, i tell you.
haha! he really made me laugh at him today, even though i may still dislike him la.

everyone opens tissue box from the top, the nice little opening they have given you, right?
STEVEN RIPPED OPEN THE TISSUE BOX FROM THE BOTTOM.
the tissue box was literally upside down, with that torn part lah. you should see the tissue box!
& when he bought lunch back, he asked me to go over to the mens' fitting room to take care of some clothes lah. some super hard to fold back clothes. so when he came back from lunch, he was like: hey, are those idiots gone? then i was like, yeah of course lah! (cursed) then he was like, wah lau eh, stupid ******, hey smell if the shirt stinks leh. i was like NO WAY? ARE YOU MAD? siao right! & when i was like about to fold the last shirt, he came back again, & so i asked him, hey! last shirt you know, you better smell it before i put it back. then he gave me that GAY LOOK AGAIN & SAID: SO BAD LEH YOU. he that expression, is really really gay.

oh well, so much about all these nonsense that you prolly didnt think that they were funny, but yeah. & OH! I FOUND THE SONG, like FINALLY! okay cherr, it is actually not sung by a black guy. =x!


*I wanna talk to you
Last time we talked Mr Smith you reduced me to tears
I promise you that won't happen again*

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly(ohh)
But all her looks were too sad(ohh)
So I try a little Freddie(mmmm)
I've gone identity mad!(hahaha)

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet like sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more

Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

*geting angry doesn't solve anything

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink

Why dont you like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly(ohh)
But all her looks were too sad(ohh)
So I try a little Freddie(mmmm)
I've gone identity mad!(hahaha)

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more

Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!
Say what you want to satisfy yourself hey!
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet like sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more

Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet like sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?

walk out the door!

*Humphrey, we're leaving
KERCHING*