the past two days have been wasted. i've not done much work and tomorrow is freaking friday already. how fantastic. so, i'm not gonna club with cheng & hanni tonight. cos work ain't done yet.
just been rotting a lot the past few days. thinking about the stuff i shouldn't be thinking about, much less, worry about... i'm such a worrier. so? sue me.
maybe you're right. but there's nothing i can do about it. literally nothing. so, am i just supposed to sit around and feel like fuck? excuse my language. but, it's my blog. i write what i want. if you don't like it, just click X on the top right hand corner of your browser and never come back. but thanks for adding on to the stat counter anyway.
sometimes, i just wished i had somebody to talk to. seriously, i don't know who to turn to at times. i'm scared of being left alone. i'm scared of feeling how i'm feeling now. i'm scared of losing the people i care for. but i can't expect somebody to always be there for me. i have to be dependent. i have to stand up on my own two feet. but i just fall sometimes. fall too badly and i just can't get up. maybe i don't wanna get up. i should talk to God. but I don't want to. i'm being rebellious here. i know. everybody has their own life.
had a good cry this afternoon. in the past, i used to feel much better after crying. but this time round, crying just does not do any good. fuck it. instead, i went jogging. jogged for like 3km. kwan said jogging will soothe my mind and it's a great way to destress and reflect about life plus lose the extra calories from the bingeing the past few days. jogging didn't work either. i still feel like fuck lah.
and there's nothing anyone nor you can do about it. no, maybe you can. but, you just didn't try. or you didn't realise it.
but i can't lose you. i don't wanna lose you.
gee, did i just sound like an infatuated 15 year old? oops, sorry, i didn't mean it.
ugh, my blog is depressing.
hands up those who are screwed for graphcomm. *looks around* uh oh, i'm the only one. *hyperventilates like a bimbo* "my boobs can't think of ideas. how? oooh, but my boobs can tell the weather." =]
BimboQueen
2/10/2005 10:20:00 pm
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The BimboQueen
Serene Loo;
Femme;
19 September 1987;
Nineteen going on Twenty;
Mass Communication Graduate;
Account Management Executive;
Nightlife;
Retail therapy & more retail therapy;
Very trigger happy;
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