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Saturday, July 07, 2007
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good things don't happen for nothing,
they usually signals an arrival for something u've least expected,
this is what i call, karma.


something bad happened tonight. i swear i never want to hear it ever again in my life. and not that i'm pessimistic, but i feel that i can never be able to laugh again.

my cries can never be audible to normal people, and what i'm experiencing is not something normal people will go through. it's serious enough to force me to contemplate suicide, but i'm sensible enough to know it's not gonna help the situation. i hope my dad will make a pact with me to jump off the building together though, because he is my only worry.

i hoped i hadn't retained, for time is very important to me. i hope hon ren will reply my messages now though i know he is asleep. i just talked to him. he sounded very nice. he tried to provide a solution to it, it helped. but he hadn't replied. maybe he's gonna shut me off his life from now onwards.

u might wonder what is so serious. try pointing a gun at me but i still won't say. because i think it's a disgrace. unless i feel like sharing. i start to hate myself, for being so superficial. i hate myself that i think everybody in the world is nice. now i realise, it's just the surface. i failed to see the fugly side of humanity, utterly hideous.

i hate money. money makes people change. it alters the benign nature of humans, turning friends to foe, family to enemy. i t impacts greatly on the way people perceive of things. it is the most influencing thing in the world other than yawning. let me reiterate, i hate money.

i don't hate them for saying such hurtful things. they are not wrong. their assumption isn right either. maybe they shouldn't have accuse people. maybe they should have just discussed.

i miss my home, my maid, my rooms, my car, my toys, my piano teacher, my primary school, my life. it's now so out of reach. it's a distant memory fading faster than i imagined.

now i stay in a house, my mom, a storeroom, a toy car, notes, no piano teacher, YJC, great friends but life has no substance.

i can see myself in the near future struggling to put on the extra pounds rather than losing em'. i know what i have to do. i must do.


{ go to hell } 2:14 AM

!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...


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!credits

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