okay. i admit.
i am lonely.
but hey, on the bright side, i've got my hell load of notes
to keep this loneliness far far away. or well...
at least i hope it does keep loneliness far far away.
i'm not a very word person.
i always wished everytime i say or write something,
it'll make people go "... woah."
in this case, apparently not.
my world pretty much looks like this now (points up.)
well, at least to me.
it never dawned upon me that university would turn out this way.
or... at least in my case, for me.
i remember those days when laced dresses&socks, shiny button shoes, stockings(much to my own disbelief now.), pretty hairbands with retarded cartoon pictures on them, etc... were my kind of thing. how adults painted this absolutely wonderful picture of what university is like. and the moment i stepped into that 'wonderful' world, i realised it was all bullshit.
university = freedom+many many friends+nice timetables etc.
apparently, i do have freedom. not too much. but just enough to make me feel like the happiest girl on earth. in fact, i do have a rather nice timetable (after eliminating the fact that i have two 8am lectures each week.). the friends part. let's just say, we'll not go there.
university = no time+no social life+depressing etc.
that's what university boils down to at the end of the day. and i was telling joy last week. damn. i wished i never came over. at least when i'm in university in singapore, i'll have her by my side (:
it really amazes me how someone can just walk in&out of your life like nothing happened. and the way they make life so malevolently miserable that you just wished you could dig a hole somewhere far far away so you can hide. now, don't be mistaken. you're not going to hide because you're afraid of them. you are going to hide because the amount of hurt they caused you... was simply, unimaginable.
and sometimes, not very often,
the person you least expect to make an impact in your life
just struts their way in and blows you away.
let's take a trip down memory lane. the mid to late 1990s. those days, i was pretty much occupied with an issue with a particular girl. joy, to be exact. we had our lil' share of insanely irrational disputes which we, in the first place, never even got to talk about or for that matter, argue/debate with each other. it reached a point when this 'dispute' caused my inability to even hold a proper conversation with her for even a minute(minus the times i had to ask her to play for my praiseteam.). thankfully, we finally got over our egos and got to where we are now (:
she's probably the closest(&bestest for that matter) girlfriend i ever had. like ever. someone, never in my wildest childhood dreams, i thought i'll ever get to know or understand. she's that one girl who probably knows almost every single thing going on here in aussie even though we're half a world apart. the person who goes through almost the exact situations as i when things go extremely wrong or perfectly perfect. she's that one girl that i run to or msg everytime something major happens in my life. she's always there when i needed a shoulder to cry on or to laugh with. or when i was in desperate need of some retail therapy. that crazy bishi-bashi girl that loves to photohunt&catch chipmunks with me in the arcade. that tiramisu-ingesting girl that never fails to join me @ tcc or tag along with me to get my favourite cheese-pancake(which by the way, is to die for.). my all time jamming buddy who'll join me to do the most retarded things when we're high... etc etc.
and for that matter. i thought i should let you know.
since we are pretty much engrossed with much girl-talk when i call/on msn.
congratulations joy. you just won one of two celine's person of the year (:
hello chris. don't be jealous reading that.
you're definitely my other person of the year.
and i'm sure you know that (:
'cause no one else will ever love
a vertically-challenged, retarded, fatty-food ingesting girl like you do (:
and no one else will ever love
a bimbo-cheering, guitar pedal-crazy, 3-packet indomie boy like i do (:
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