I’ve written this last week but didn’t get around to post it.

Sometimes, when things aren’t meant to be yours, it never will.
History has just repeated itself once again.
Yes, again. Maybe I’m already immune to it because it didn’t really bring down my mood, but I’m not too sure of that though.
It turn out so okay at first and little did I know that the whole thing is twisted into this way of all sudden.
But oh well, shit happens and life goes on. Right? (:

Some things are meant to be and some things are just not.
I do believe in fate. Every single thing is fated but truth to be told, some fate are really against my will.
Yes, it is against my will but how can I fight fate? No one can fight fate.
I’ll do my very best but when it still doesn’t turn out the way I wish, its fated to be like that.
At times, I wish that I could control my own fate but anyhow, I know that just isn’t possible.

Sometimes if you can’t see how amazing a thing is, maybe you just don’t deserve it.
By the time you realise it, it might just be too late and regretting wont do any good. No one will give a shit about that.
People, look around and treasure those around you. They are amazing people. (:

I was suppose to be really emo about this but then I didn’t. I’m so okay with it, it scare me again.
I’m so fine and happy now, I feel really weird.
Dream is over, its time to wake up to reality. (:

P/S: Why do you choose to live in a dream? But well, doesn’t matter. Not even a tiny bit.

If you ever notice, human do change.
We all change, some for better and some for worse.

* The long gone girl.

I think I changed quite a bit, if not drastically.
Zero nine is a perfect year to start anew. Everything is new.
New goals, new perception, new friends, new room, and you name it.

I think somehow my friends lead me to what I am today. If it weren’t for them, I won’t be this strong.
I still cant believe that finally I’ve get over that whole incident. (:
Nowadays when I chat with my friends or my bestie in particular, sometimes she got a shock from what came out from my mouth.
She just couldn’t believe that finally I say such things. I don’t know, I think I’m no longer that emo girl.
Hmm, no no. I still get emo but in a different way. Ah, I don’t know how to put it in words but I’ve changed.

What used to hurt me, still hurt me today but I no longer whine about it. It’s the past and I’m glad it is the past. (:
I’m looking forward to the future, I’m eager to know.
I know, things don’t always come my way but anyhow, sometimes it will come my way.
I’ve learned a lot from all the failures and I guess that is what makes me a stronger person too.

Well, I don’t think my life is that bad after all. People come and go, but those who stay are those I will treasure.
When some of my friends go, there will be new friends who come and I’ll just have to see if they stay.
And when you leave, for a not-so-good-reason, don’t try to come back because that ain’t gonna work.

* Love me or hate me for who I am. (:

I actually saw a very ridiculous situation recently. So right now as I type further, I’m speaking on behalf of my friend and me myself if that ever happen to me which I hope not.

When she loves you with all her heart, you either love her back or call it quit.
When she loves you with all her heart, you don’t take her for granted, come and go anytime you wish.
When she loves you with all her heart, that doesn’t give you the right to step and stomp on her heart.
When she loves you with all her heart, that too doesn’t give you the right to crash her heart just like this and come back later on, saying ‘We’re cool, right?’.
Let me tell you, you save all that fuck for yourself or whoever the victim may be.

Human change my dear.
Yes, she used to love you but that doesn’t mean she still do.
Stop living in your own imagination world and think that she’ll wait for you 24/7 and be ready for you anytime you want.
You defeated her once, twice or thrice but that too doesn’t mean you’ll defeat her forever.
Humans don’t stay as losers forever. Forever don’t even exist.
One minute you’re the winner, the next minute you might be the loser.

Can’t you see now that she’s already the winner? Or that you actually knew it but you just couldn’t accept the fact?
She, no longer is that same old ‘she’ who will do whatever it takes just to make you happy. Just to see you smile.
Accept the fact, you are no longer her concern.
So please stop doing all the silly stuff and make yourself even more foolish than you already are.

Maybe you didn’t notice it, that you’re bless because she is willing to love you and do whatever it takes for you.
But that’s long gone. How’s your life doing? I smell pathetic.
Really, the more I know, the more I pity you. Pathetic life.

Don’t ever come back and mess with the girls especially the Scorpios, because the word revenge is in our dictionary.
Yes, I’m a bitch when it comes to shits like this.
I’m a bitch like that and you can hate me for that. Owh, it rhymes. Haha..
Sorry if my post ever offend you but truth to be told, this is mean to offend you anyway.

Now go and carry on with your pathetic life, I’m done with my post.

There there, finally its the end of the semester. I’ve been waiting for the semester to end for the longest time.
And guess what happened to that Mr.Redbull that waits for me last night inside my cool fridge; I decided not to see him. Well you know, he’s really not my type. I’m gonna ditch him and throw him into that stinky dustbin tomorrow.

I wonder if I overuse my brain juice last night, my brain seems like working real slow at the moment. My brain never functions properly; Joshua said my brain only functions when I’m at club talking to guys. Wthbbq!!
There’s a lot I want to write but I doubt if I can arrange them in proper sentence because my god damn brain seems to be god damn slowwwww, but I’ll try. (:

I love writing. I love to express myself with words and put down my thoughts in words.
This blog here is not only to put my shameless camwhore pictures, but also to express myself and at the same time brush up my writing skills.
Just so you know, a lot of times when I’m attending lectures, I tend to lost focus and daydream. My tiny brain wonders here and there and everywhere, and all of a sudden I’ll write some shits on my text book or lecture notes. Lol, such randomness.
I’ll write stuff like, ‘I think he’s gay. OMG!! GAY!!’ or ‘I think I miss you and that totally sucks because you sucks.’ or even ‘I’m hungry!!!’.
If so happen you come across any of my text book, you’ll get to find a lot of random shits like what I mentioned in it, some is full with anger, some full with love, and some are just plain stupid. Haha..

I’ve never like maths or science back then and I still don’t really like them now. The feelings just didn’t develop. I prefer English and art. :)
Basically, English is the only language I can write in. Sad to say, I can’t write and read in Chinese, I can only converse in it. Whenever I don’t get an A in my English exam, I’ll be extremely disappointed at myself. Not getting an A rarely happens when I’m still in primary school but things started changing when I step into my teen world.
I changed from private school to government school and I stop my English tuition classes. I’ve been receiving English tuition since kindergarten from this lovely lady who comes all the way from England and is the wife of my father’s friend. When I’m studying primary 2, she will gave me primary 4’s workbook. She makes me love English.
Oh by the way, her name is Felicia Bidgood. I wonder where she is now, I kinda miss her.

So yah, going to government school makes it very hard for me to improve my English. People there just don’t talk in English and when you do, you’re like an alien. That’s during my Form 1 period and it took me awhile to adapt.
My English never improve since, or at least that is what I feel.
I wrote diary back then, I’m sure those who read my blog knows about it and sometimes when I’ve got nothing better to do, I took out my dusty diary and read.
My reaction after reading that childish diary is : Oh crap, why do I wrote in such way! I was amazed, wth. Not only the diaries, when I read my older post from 2 years ago, I feel like crap too.

There’s definitely some changes in the way I write compared to two years ago but I still think I can’t write well.
I wish to write better. I want to write better.
Good writers, especially those who write with styles that I like, always leave me in awe.

I may write wrongly but I’m trying here, I try to write better every time I pen down my thoughts.
I may write wrongly and you may laugh, but that’s how I polish my skill.

Alrighty, that’s the maximum I can write as my brain can no longer generate at the moment.
I hope you guys love reading my post as much as I love writing them.
I’m sorry if my writing sucks and bore you, but please try to bear with me as I try to improve here. (:

Have a very nice day people.
Signing off with ♥

P/S: As much as I love writing, I hate writing essays for assignments and exams. They sucks. Maximum!!

Today is the first time.
The first time ever I feel like giving up….

…giving up studying.

I asked myself, what am I doing?
Why am I studying?

I feel so so stress, I can take those pressure no more.
I feel like quiting, I feel like quiting straight away.
I feel like giving up the degree, I feel like giving up everything.

The whole stress thing, the pressure, nearly make me cry.
I’ve never in my life feel this stress till the extend where I feel like crying.
Till the extend where I say I don’t want to study, that’s really not me.

Thanks a lot to my World Englishes lecturer for giving me all this stress.
The hardest subject ever I’ve taken in my whole life.
Give us damn articles which is not at all easy and ask us to hand in journal on Wednesday. Like what? 2 days time?
Cool, like that’s not enough; there’s another one and we have to hand in on next Monday.
What’s even cooler is that this Friday there’s a so call quiz which consist of 12 freaking chapters.
And what’s even more cooler is that the finals are here in two weeks time.

What on earth is that. For the whole damn semester he don’t wanna give quizzes, but choose to give it at this moment where the finals are coming.
Its called quiz, hello. Which quiz will consist 12 freaking chapters? Might as well call it as final.
I think this lecturer wanna torture us. And then there’s still a final project.
And and and, he’s so stupid, he never breakdown the percentage for us. How will I know how many percentage the so call quiz contain, bloody hell.

I regret taking this subject. Some of my course mates asked me, ‘Why laa you go and take World Englishes? Its damn hard wei…’ and I’ll just ‘T______________________________T’.
Because I don’t know its that hard. Kill me please.

And now, my World Englishes final clash with my Media Planning’s quiz.
Why??????????????? T_____________T

I’m gonna do the damn journal today and go watch 7 Pounds tomorrow. Screw it.