if you said no, why are people staring at me as if i were a criminal escape from Changi prison? i can't look that awful right?
hey, just in case you're laughing and snorting about me being afwul looking, this isnt a joke okay. its like so depresssing today. and its sad that i wasnt out there in the rain just now. it wasnt raining just now. if it was, there would be less people, less people to stare and watch.. me.
i was so happy this morning. i guess it didnt last long. i dreamt about him last night, and it kind of lifted my spirits, but who could tell.. this day would end up worse than it can get! and i am so suicidal..
being at home... who can tell i am the luckiest person in the whole entire world? the world is cold and cruel. i repeat, i dont look awful.
stares are only one reason for this depressing state. two of my friends ditched me to go shopping. left me alone at NTUC, and went of to shop. we went to NTUCXtra to buy stuff for tmrs home econs test, and they got their stuff fast, mainly cos they only wanted to make spaghetti.
toward unimportant things, unfortunately, i am a perfectionist. i had quite some things to buy, and i was hunting round for the chicken stock. i guess they were impatient? they went to the cashier. one of them said they wanted to help me ask the cashier.. but in the end they started paying for their purchases. "forget it la you all go la bb." i said.
so i walked off. you couldnt tell, but i was well hurt? i know its THIS that's darn hateful - sensitivity. And no, you can't blame me for blaming you because the whole world knows i am oh so sensitive. maybe its me fault? for being sensitive, its all my flying fault? neglected is the word. i never felt this hurt since my granpa got cancer and my mom neglected me to visit him. yes, i guess my mom cant be blamed in her case, but impatience to go shopping? or is it impatience to help a friend fiind what she needs?
" no one ask u come, is you ownself follow come one"
depressing to have people say that to you in your face. i should have just gone home on myself. i wanted to follow my friends, just to PEI them, but i guess i wasnt needed..i should. i should have just minded my own dumb business and went home.
no, i don't want to lose friends cos of this? nope, but you know how they say that something broken cant ever loook the same again?
on top of all this, i had to walk a million miles. i tell you i am going to AVOID going to amk hub ever again. its crapping inconvenient to get back home from there. in the end i only bought beehoon and vermicelli. and was walking back... then i didnt know if i could take a bus from the stop opposite amkhub, so i went across to check out the bus services there. nope, no bus to take me home, so i walked back. and there was a pair of guys i saw earlier. they waited at the redlights too. and i was behind them
then one of them kept looking back and talking to his friend. i mean, there's some way that you can tell some people are talking about you? and it doesnt feel good to be watched or taken as a subject for gossip. haiz, two ycks studs.
i mean, whats there about me to contemplate about? i am just me! and no, i certainly don't look like a subject of gossip unless you find -soggy messy hair -low belt - bulky bag on my butt -filthy specs -NTUC plastic bag with beehoon and vermicelli
A CRIME! i bet you really cant tell all these unless you were really close or had ben staring for a longer-than-should-be time. I REPEAT! i DID not look awful at all! i took pains to walk all the way to the amk lib and to the nearest busstop(which is pretty far) to get a bus with my left shoulder aching like never before. it hurt serious, it was very painful. i walked to the trafficlights next to AJC and waited. another joker.. a group of about 4-5 boys in school uni walk pass.
one of them : Eh, girl, girl!
i turned my head a little to look at the guy
one of them : your name girl ah? *stalks off*
do i really have such a bitchy face? Sec4s are not good to get into bad books with, but really, am i really so hateful.?
i reflect. i may be, but its no reason the whole world should gang up against me and look me down, and smack me on the head. it isnt fair, i didnt do anything to deserve this awful treatment.
if you are desperate to gossip about me or speak lies of me, please at least do it somewhere else. or at least not in front of my face whr i can surely tell you are talking about me behind my back, especially if i dont know you at all.
if there is something about me you all want to tell me in my face, even if you want to tell me i suck. please go ahead. tell me! there's no reason in telling friends or blogging it for the whole world to know, because i will still know nothing to do anything about it. unless you desperately like the way i behave even tho it sucks, and want to laugh at it for the rest of your life. so go on stare! STARE!
one day, when you are so desperate to stare your eyeballs out, you will find there's no bloody fool who will let you stare at them. all of them have been driven to suicide and jumped into the sea to become a floating carcass in two minutes! happy aren't you?
i wonder if there's a syndicate out there who plans everything against me, who will stare at me today and make me feel so miserable that i might just chop my own head off. or maybe who will tease me so much in school it hurts that i may just barge into the staff room to grab a penknife and stab myself in the chest. maybe then, i would not have to ever see people staring at me again.
i am like so full of hope. life is hard, the world is cruel. we should all die.
if you said no, why are people staring at me as if i were a criminal escape from Changi prison? i can't look that awful right?
hey, just in case you're laughing and snorting about me being afwul looking, this isnt a joke okay. its like so depresssing today. and its sad that i wasnt out there in the rain just now. it wasnt raining just now. if it was, there would be less people, less people to stare and watch.. me.
i was so happy this morning. i guess it didnt last long. i dreamt about him last night, and it kind of lifted my spirits, but who could tell.. this day would end up worse than it can get! and i am so suicidal..
being at home... who can tell i am the luckiest person in the whole entire world? the world is cold and cruel. i repeat, i dont look awful.
stares are only one reason for this depressing state. two of my friends ditched me to go shopping. left me alone at NTUC, and went of to shop. we went to NTUCXtra to buy stuff for tmrs home econs test, and they got their stuff fast, mainly cos they only wanted to make spaghetti.
toward unimportant things, unfortunately, i am a perfectionist. i had quite some things to buy, and i was hunting round for the chicken stock. i guess they were impatient? they went to the cashier. one of them said they wanted to help me ask the cashier.. but in the end they started paying for their purchases. "forget it la you all go la bb." i said.
so i walked off. you couldnt tell, but i was well hurt? i know its THIS that's darn hateful - sensitivity. And no, you can't blame me for blaming you because the whole world knows i am oh so sensitive. maybe its me fault? for being sensitive, its all my flying fault? neglected is the word. i never felt this hurt since my granpa got cancer and my mom neglected me to visit him. yes, i guess my mom cant be blamed in her case, but impatience to go shopping? or is it impatience to help a friend fiind what she needs?
" no one ask u come, is you ownself follow come one"
depressing to have people say that to you in your face. i should have just gone home on myself. i wanted to follow my friends, just to PEI them, but i guess i wasnt needed..i should. i should have just minded my own dumb business and went home.
no, i don't want to lose friends cos of this? nope, but you know how they say that something broken cant ever loook the same again?
on top of all this, i had to walk a million miles. i tell you i am going to AVOID going to amk hub ever again. its crapping inconvenient to get back home from there. in the end i only bought beehoon and vermicelli. and was walking back... then i didnt know if i could take a bus from the stop opposite amkhub, so i went across to check out the bus services there. nope, no bus to take me home, so i walked back. and there was a pair of guys i saw earlier. they waited at the redlights too. and i was behind them
then one of them kept looking back and talking to his friend. i mean, there's some way that you can tell some people are talking about you? and it doesnt feel good to be watched or taken as a subject for gossip. haiz, two ycks studs.
i mean, whats there about me to contemplate about? i am just me! and no, i certainly don't look like a subject of gossip unless you find -soggy messy hair -low belt - bulky bag on my butt -filthy specs -NTUC plastic bag with beehoon and vermicelli
A CRIME! i bet you really cant tell all these unless you were really close or had ben staring for a longer-than-should-be time. I REPEAT! i DID not look awful at all! i took pains to walk all the way to the amk lib and to the nearest busstop(which is pretty far) to get a bus with my left shoulder aching like never before. it hurt serious, it was very painful. i walked to the trafficlights next to AJC and waited. another joker.. a group of about 4-5 boys in school uni walk pass.
one of them : Eh, girl, girl!
i turned my head a little to look at the guy
one of them : your name girl ah? *stalks off*
do i really have such a bitchy face? Sec4s are not good to get into bad books with, but really, am i really so hateful.?
i reflect. i may be, but its no reason the whole world should gang up against me and look me down, and smack me on the head. it isnt fair, i didnt do anything to deserve this awful treatment.
if you are desperate to gossip about me or speak lies of me, please at least do it somewhere else. or at least not in front of my face whr i can surely tell you are talking about me behind my back, especially if i dont know you at all.
if there is something about me you all want to tell me in my face, even if you want to tell me i suck. please go ahead. tell me! there's no reason in telling friends or blogging it for the whole world to know, because i will still know nothing to do anything about it. unless you desperately like the way i behave even tho it sucks, and want to laugh at it for the rest of your life. so go on stare! STARE!
one day, when you are so desperate to stare your eyeballs out, you will find there's no bloody fool who will let you stare at them. all of them have been driven to suicide and jumped into the sea to become a floating carcass in two minutes! happy aren't you?
i wonder if there's a syndicate out there who plans everything against me, who will stare at me today and make me feel so miserable that i might just chop my own head off. or maybe who will tease me so much in school it hurts that i may just barge into the staff room to grab a penknife and stab myself in the chest. maybe then, i would not have to ever see people staring at me again.
i am like so full of hope. life is hard, the world is cruel. we should all die.
i may be known as curry, fangy , limmy , cap , bananawoman , limfanghui but otherwise just carey, and i im 13 . studying in anderson sec and a proud index number 4 . part of class 1/1 and anderson choir . i have over-confident tendencies but i hate people to have high expectations of me . it may sound complicated but im just a simple girl with a simple brain and a simple life . far cry from a prodigy, but i can get by passing .
i prefer big animals over small ones . hating sharp things like needles , razors and grasscutters . christian , singaporean , female , straight , chinese and i like small children . i dislike people without commitment and people who backstab others . people might say im rude , uncouth , inconsiderate, lian (!?) , sensitive and proud . & if you think so , you jolly well look in the mirror , get off your high horse and stop judging me because i like it that way .
you cant ever miss your childhood hanging around with me .
