Patience, my enemy and loving’s my friend

I can't fucking stand this, I can't continue pretending that you mean nothing to me. I wished I had so much courage to approach you and to have a conversation with you. Talking about you today and finding out so much just killed me. I'm not over you yet. I just know it, and I wished you knew too.

Because there is nobody else, it's gotta be you

Haha, not that many people read my blog anyway.

Dear -----,
You fucked me over, again. I hate myself for knowing on how much I cried over you, and how much I trusted you. I hate how I gave us a second chance. I hate how you lied to me about 'her'. I hate how every now and then, I see your name and I check up on you and I find myself getting so jealous when you have conversations with a lot of girls, and being flirtatious. Our conversations don't even go for a full two minutes anymore. I hate how every time that I see you, I try to dodge you. I hate how you, only one person, can ruin my day/night. I hate how I visit your tumblr page every now and then, and I check to see if you have mentioned me, or written any posts related to me. But you've moved on, clearly. I think I have too, I hope.

Dear -----, ------- and ----,
You are fucking attractive. That is all.

Dear ----, ------, and ------,
I hate you. I hate how you're so judgemental, and you have to comment on everything. I hate how your nose has to be in everyone's business. I hate how you don't realise how much of a burden you are. I just hate you.

Dear ---,
You deceiving little bitch.

Pour a little salt we were never here

I had a ditzy blonde moment during tutor on Sunday, where Seth was asking people to give an example of 'molecules' that we eat everyday and I said 'onions'.

I used to get so excited for formals or for proms from formals. Ever since High School Musical 3, I've alwas wanted someone to do what Troy did for Gabriella did to me. But I don't know, recently, I just lost my passion and interest in it. Most people has their dresses, and I don't. I don't even know the colour of my dress that I want, nor the heels that I am wearing. Probably gonna whip up my outfit a week or few days before.

Such pain as this shouldn't have to be experienced

Today after school, I was walking home with James and I noticed a man sitting on the pathway behind all these bushes, watching school kids walk past him. But I don't know if it was meant to be an act of preying, or if he was taking a relaxing time on the pathway, but c'mon, how suspicious did it seem? I didn't dare make eye contact with him, incase he might've recognised me and might search for me tomorrow and abduct me. Ha, being a drama queen like usual.

But I won't quit cause I want more

Hey all of you guys! It's been so long since I've last blogged. Let's catch up on what I have been doing:

• school 
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• gym
• sleep
• exercise
• school

Yeah, my life has been pretty busy. All I ever talk about is One Direction or the Wanted, or how school sucks, or about me wanting to lose weight, tone or whatever at the gym. Like I've said, my life has been pretty busy. Now to download the ios5, #joy!

If we don't kill ourselves, we'll be the leaders of a messed up generation

Not to sound like a horny bastard or anything, but Brian Puspos can 'Wet My Bed' and 'Take Me Down' anytime. In other words, I enjoyed my time at Tic Tic II/ Looze Control. And I wished that I went to Parklife. Here are some photos at Parklife 2011 Sydney that I love: (credited from Parklife's Facebook)


And here are some pictures at Quynh's birthday part II. It was at the Plough and Harrow Park in Cecil Hills and I hated that day! I had to WALK everywhere. In the morning, I walked to the park. Walked back home. Went to a party at Bonnyrigg but had to walk it back home. Daily exercise? Check. Need a DSLR? Yup. But don't worry, I'm investing on one. $100 so far. Or maybe I just need to gain the courage to ask my parents, 'maybe'.