serimbun campsite in lim chu kang... for the purpose of orientation for OglS...
Sophie and i !kiara, my new friend in my new class.. she's so cute !!
toilets there don't stink but still, it's disgusting..
preparing for orientation for the new intake, however dosappointed that we wen there and wasted a few hours of time, primarily because activities weren't planned beforehand and boring of shouting "YJ oei" for a thousand times, especially when nobody cares to reply her.
no cheers, no motivation, no mood. we just need a bed. to sleep on of course.
a day wasted was explained as " the test of perserverance" My toes. my leg, my foot !
nevermind about my unfortunate experience over there. i managed to have a little bit of fun talking to wendy, sophie and kiara though. i should have brought picnic food to share with them. thanks sophie though, for being so sweet to share with me her ham sandwich and biscuits, otherwise i would have died of starvation and boredom.
most importantly, i would be haunted by guilt. guilt of deleting pictures from hon ren's phone. pictures of memorable value. value from the experiences and times that cannot be retrieved anymore. times that had been washed down history a few months ago. a few months ago where things had not been the same. when things had been less complicated and enjoyable.
bottom line is, i had taken away these from him. i had just taken 20 days off his memories-- the china pictures.
i had never been so sorry for this long. he said it was okay. he took it so lightly. i wont believe. if it were me, i would have killed someone....
{ go to hell } 6:58 PM
!about me
name:apple mei
wishlist birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*
l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please
2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)
3.wait till i think of stuff
lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...
i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn