Healing wounds open up again.
I'm not going to delve further into what the title means, because I gave a stupid and lengthy explanation on my part before. So no point in searching for the remaining skeletons in my closet.
I feel sad. But once you feel it, you let go. And truth is, you'd feel a whole lot better.
"Eh, are you planning on going to the Champions Youth Cup or not?"
"Want to see the Chelsea ones but their matches in Kuching-lah. How to go?"
"Yeah-lah, the ones in KL also so boring ones. No point also"
"Eh, you go watch the Arsenal match-lah! Can stalk the under-aged boyfriend of yours"
*laughs*
*laughs louder*
*wails*
Every time the father talks about Arsenal and their junior players, I start laughing because of you.
I hope you're up for Sunday, I'm counting on you to be with me.
I had the worst kind of sleep last night. I could see images of people I know every time I shut my eyes and I'd wake up every minute. I have no idea why.
I had a flu but I feel better now.
I think I'm dying.
No. My mother says Tomas has nicer hair (well, she didn't say that exactly-lah...she said people with straight hair are better).
Oh well, each to their own opinion.
One not enough is it? Dah-lah I don't like Friendster. Facebook and MySpace are better.
Two accounts, fine. Three, I don't know, but it's still tolerable.
7!!! SEVEN!!! What on Earth do you need seven accounts for? Adding strangers there are not fun. Plus, it's not like you know ALL of those 7000 over people that have added you as a friend. I know a majority of the ones in my account because they're my family, friends, school mates, tuition friends, college mates and some are just random strangers whom I have met.
Those strangers in Friendster are really freaky. Some would ask you if you were interested in giving them a shag and earn money (some of which are of the same sex...the people asking for a shag, I mean). I have this under-aged boy trying to add me as a friend. I've rejected him twice, yet he still is trying to add me. I'm not that pretty, okay. Go add Paris Hilton or something. Yech.
I'm being chased by an under-aged boy! O.o
This is surprising. She goes round chasing for them, and I get chased by one.
How ironic.
"Who's first?"
"Chelsea-lah!"
*laughs*
"Don't tell me you want me to say Man U?"
"Maybe Liverpool"
"Cannot, they must finish behind Chelsea"
"Then Man U how?"
"4th"
"I say Arsenal will finish sixth or seventh"
He is so not optimistic.
Turns out it scared the Chelsea players themselves (now you know why they lost 2-0 to Glasgow Rangers). It glowed! It made Steve Sidwell's red hair look yellow too!!
Anyways, the third kit is nicer because it's white and blue! And we won 2-0.
Moral of the story:
Don't go trying out fluorescent colours like that 'electricity yellow'. Stick to the white and blue.
It glows in the dark, okay? How often do blackouts happen in a stadium-lah oi? Very often is it!
Bah. Come 12 August, I will wear shades at night, just to decrease the chances of me going blind.
Seriously.
OhMyGod. I have seen some really, really, really...umm...err...what's another word for 'shocking'? Oh hell, I don't know. It's beyond shocking.
I am going to rinse my eyeballs in salt water because it is really, really, really shocking and disturbing.
Honestly. I am.
I feel sad. But once you feel it, you let go. And truth is, you'd feel a whole lot better.
*****
Random conversation."Eh, are you planning on going to the Champions Youth Cup or not?"
"Want to see the Chelsea ones but their matches in Kuching-lah. How to go?"
"Yeah-lah, the ones in KL also so boring ones. No point also"
"Eh, you go watch the Arsenal match-lah! Can stalk the under-aged boyfriend of yours"
*laughs*
*laughs louder*
*wails*
Every time the father talks about Arsenal and their junior players, I start laughing because of you.
I hope you're up for Sunday, I'm counting on you to be with me.
*****
I've been scratching my eyes non-stop since yesterday. It was red last night. I think I'm going blind.I had the worst kind of sleep last night. I could see images of people I know every time I shut my eyes and I'd wake up every minute. I have no idea why.
I had a flu but I feel better now.
I think I'm dying.
*****
The brother thinks he has nicer hair than Tomas Rosicky. Yech.No. My mother says Tomas has nicer hair (well, she didn't say that exactly-lah...she said people with straight hair are better).
Oh well, each to their own opinion.
*****
Honestly why is there a need for people to have 7 Friendster accounts?One not enough is it? Dah-lah I don't like Friendster. Facebook and MySpace are better.
Two accounts, fine. Three, I don't know, but it's still tolerable.
7!!! SEVEN!!! What on Earth do you need seven accounts for? Adding strangers there are not fun. Plus, it's not like you know ALL of those 7000 over people that have added you as a friend. I know a majority of the ones in my account because they're my family, friends, school mates, tuition friends, college mates and some are just random strangers whom I have met.
Those strangers in Friendster are really freaky. Some would ask you if you were interested in giving them a shag and earn money (some of which are of the same sex...the people asking for a shag, I mean). I have this under-aged boy trying to add me as a friend. I've rejected him twice, yet he still is trying to add me. I'm not that pretty, okay. Go add Paris Hilton or something. Yech.
I'm being chased by an under-aged boy! O.o
This is surprising. She goes round chasing for them, and I get chased by one.
How ironic.
*****
"Whatever it is, Arsenal must come second or third""Who's first?"
"Chelsea-lah!"
*laughs*
"Don't tell me you want me to say Man U?"
"Maybe Liverpool"
"Cannot, they must finish behind Chelsea"
"Then Man U how?"
"4th"
"I say Arsenal will finish sixth or seventh"
He is so not optimistic.
*****
We told that the new away kit is ugly and that it was used to scare opponents.Turns out it scared the Chelsea players themselves (now you know why they lost 2-0 to Glasgow Rangers). It glowed! It made Steve Sidwell's red hair look yellow too!!
Anyways, the third kit is nicer because it's white and blue! And we won 2-0.
Moral of the story:
Don't go trying out fluorescent colours like that 'electricity yellow'. Stick to the white and blue.
It glows in the dark, okay? How often do blackouts happen in a stadium-lah oi? Very often is it!
Bah. Come 12 August, I will wear shades at night, just to decrease the chances of me going blind.
Seriously.
*****
Edited [7:30PM] :OhMyGod. I have seen some really, really, really...umm...err...what's another word for 'shocking'? Oh hell, I don't know. It's beyond shocking.
I am going to rinse my eyeballs in salt water because it is really, really, really shocking and disturbing.
Honestly. I am.
posted by Anodynous Roxy at
16:55
6 Comments:
nana you mind reader.
I WAS SO FREAKED ABOUT THE SEVEN ACCOUNTS GUY ALSO LAH WEI!
i was like -.-" why would anyone need 7 accounts?? THTS 7000 "friends" ok! SEVEN FUCKING THOUSAND! do they even KNOW that many people. i doubt i've ever eaten 7000 grains of rice in a meal!
-aim
@ Aimee - OMG PEHA THEORY AGAIN!!
Yeah-lah! I complained to my mother. Who on Earth knows 7000 friends-lah? Majority of which are probably strangers they've NEVER met or known.
I doubt if I've ever eaten 7000 grains of rice in a meal either!
What did you see?
@ Emma - It has something to do with our Chelsea boys and their bums (especially Petr).
Oh God, I can't believe I was doing that. I feel so...I don't know what's the word.
=S
*rinses eyeballs in salt water*
HELLO! I finally came over cause Aimee's blog is too depressing for me to handle. I expect to be undepressed here. LOL.. 'A' 'A' 'A' all over. SIGH!
It's not that guy with seven accounts (whoever he is) who shocks me. It's those other 7000 (or maybe less cause they all have 7 each) people who add him or accept his invitations.
Maybe i need more Friendster accounts too. Filled with good looking + smart non-clones. Then maybe i could pretend to know people. 'Pretend' is not the key word.
OMG.. last night i had the weirdest dream (this will take a while - i think i could turn it into a post). I was like on holiday with my family and we stayed in weird room that was underwater or something. We got there using a looong slide from the surface. The guy who brought us there locked the entrance we came in through, left using the same slide and destroyed it or something so we couldn't go back up. The rest of the dream involved us trying to get out by breaking stuff. Weird i know, where does my brain even get such ideas. Must be stress from not doing anything.
Sob.. nobody chases me. Neither underaged boys/girls or overaged (?) ones. Want to reject also can't. It's not ironic... it's just SAD!
BYE...
p.s. Traipse is such a fun word.
@ Emoporer/Shaun - HELLO! Aimee's blog is too depressing for you? LOL! She told me to do the 'A' thing, but using the alphabet 'R'. You see, I'm NOT that 'rajin' to look up the dictionary like her. Sigh.
I agree with you. It's not like he knows ALL 7000 of the people he added as his so-called friends. Those 7000 people who have him as his friends shock me too.
I take the key word is 'know', yes? Maybe we all need 10 accounts each.
That is a weird dream. Did you all managed to escape? Oh there's a term for stress from not doing anything. I think it's called hypostress (I learnt this in Psychology once).
I don't want to be chased! Especially not by under-aged boys! It's really sad that the boy can't take a hint that I don't want to add him as a friend.
P/S: It certainly is a fun word. I like it =)
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