so yes am i suppose to feel happy? that the WHOLE SHIT PERIODS finally over? i dont. todays the most horrible day, and i stress e word most, this year. hoho.
number one.
i woke up not feeling refreshed, and i was facing a whole pile of papers scattered all over my table. the marketing text opened with hightlighters and pencils thrown everywhere. i turn to my left and see candice sleeping soundly. AND i had to study.
i woke up not feeling refreshed, and i was facing a whole pile of papers scattered all over my table. the marketing text opened with hightlighters and pencils thrown everywhere. i turn to my left and see candice sleeping soundly. AND i had to study.
number 2.
it didnt work. i fell asleep, papers on the bed, legs sprawled. ok that didnt sound right.
it didnt work. i fell asleep, papers on the bed, legs sprawled. ok that didnt sound right.
number 3.
got up the bus, frantically trying to study. OLD LAYDEE walks in, overpowering I DONT KNOW what comes out from her. god. gross. as the foul air tingled my nose.... i couldnt concentrate. all i did was flap my papers around. she didnt notice. was she meant to notice? yes. sorry i was being sucha brat. but OH WELL.
got up the bus, frantically trying to study. OLD LAYDEE walks in, overpowering I DONT KNOW what comes out from her. god. gross. as the foul air tingled my nose.... i couldnt concentrate. all i did was flap my papers around. she didnt notice. was she meant to notice? yes. sorry i was being sucha brat. but OH WELL.
number 4.
OLD MAN walks in, looks at OLD LAYDEE fer three seconds. looks at ME then my bag occupying the space next to me and looks at me. I GOT THE HINT OLD MAN. i took my bag away. wondering why he didnt wanna sit to OLD LAYDEE. what a nice match. sat unbelievably close to me, and kept looking at my notes. hoho interested in marketing? i dont think so. NOO im not saying he was looking at my breasts! the non existent ones! ayes u get the pun.
number 5.
reached my stop. scrambled to keep my balance, gripped the seat in front of me. GUESS WHAT I FELT?????? fucking OIL from someones FUCKING HEAD! yes urs truly, the OLD LAYDEE. omg i was so freaking grossed out. omg yuck yuck. those who touched my hand today, BOOHOO to u. HUR.
OLD MAN walks in, looks at OLD LAYDEE fer three seconds. looks at ME then my bag occupying the space next to me and looks at me. I GOT THE HINT OLD MAN. i took my bag away. wondering why he didnt wanna sit to OLD LAYDEE. what a nice match. sat unbelievably close to me, and kept looking at my notes. hoho interested in marketing? i dont think so. NOO im not saying he was looking at my breasts! the non existent ones! ayes u get the pun.
number 5.
reached my stop. scrambled to keep my balance, gripped the seat in front of me. GUESS WHAT I FELT?????? fucking OIL from someones FUCKING HEAD! yes urs truly, the OLD LAYDEE. omg i was so freaking grossed out. omg yuck yuck. those who touched my hand today, BOOHOO to u. HUR.
number 6.
marketing paper? i dont need to say anything.
marketing paper? i dont need to say anything.
number 7.
blisters.
number 8.
didnt get to reserve my skirt.
blisters.
number 8.
didnt get to reserve my skirt.
number 9.
found out how much i meant to him. or shd i say LESS.
number 10.
he seemed oblivious to how i felt.
found out how much i meant to him. or shd i say LESS.
number 10.
he seemed oblivious to how i felt.
number 11.
as i walked in a buncha stupid tennis guys were at the security post. i dont know who they were, maybe some asses i know but HELLO do u think id bother to loook at them? NO. and they said "wah lao.. so proud." assholes. im feeling fucky all right? so fucky offy.
number 12.
and no one saw my tears.
ayes im sorry for ranting. but i really cant help it.
unappreciated. thats how i feel. im always worried bout her. her her her. is she ever worried bout me? ok fine maybe she does care, but she doesnt probe. all she sees is the outside, has she ever asked me how i felt? has she ever confided how she felt bout HIM? no. i feel like a nobody. like do i even matter to her? i dont think so. she feels that its probably a responsibility to tell me things. HOHO yes indeed im her bestfriend. YES I AM! god somebody KILL ME.
u know what? i dont wanna care bout ANYONE. u guys can just eat my lao sai. and drink my pee.
And my words will be here when I'm gone
As I'm fading away against the wind
And the words you left me linger on
As I'm failing again now, never to change this
And I'm sympathetic,
Never letting on I feel the way I do
As I'm falling apart again at the seam
and no one saw my tears.
ayes im sorry for ranting. but i really cant help it.
unappreciated. thats how i feel. im always worried bout her. her her her. is she ever worried bout me? ok fine maybe she does care, but she doesnt probe. all she sees is the outside, has she ever asked me how i felt? has she ever confided how she felt bout HIM? no. i feel like a nobody. like do i even matter to her? i dont think so. she feels that its probably a responsibility to tell me things. HOHO yes indeed im her bestfriend. YES I AM! god somebody KILL ME.
u know what? i dont wanna care bout ANYONE. u guys can just eat my lao sai. and drink my pee.
And my words will be here when I'm gone
As I'm fading away against the wind
And the words you left me linger on
As I'm failing again now, never to change this
And I'm sympathetic,
Never letting on I feel the way I do
As I'm falling apart again at the seam
