standing too tall ;

Monday, January 21, 2008

money...

makes me so down...

money money money...

if i reach my target, yet i cant backpack, i would commit suicide

ok, m kidding about the last sentence.

money money money money money...

gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme more~

weekend came and past.

worked, bowl-ed, steamboat-ed.

too tired to go into details. who wants to know anyway. everybody goes out during wkends.

actually i should be happy and i shouldn't be blogging. i don't know whats wrong with me. but at least i know i am not alone, along the way, i have companions who talk to me, who give me job opportunities, who are concern about me, who give me the privilege and treats, and most importantly, who UNDERSTAND me.

i know i know, that normally i am already a very stingy person; i would rather walk home from redhill mrt station, from tiong bahru plaza than to take a 68cts bus ride home, i would rather not eat lunch when i am at home alone, i would consider DAMN long when i want to buy clothes or shoes that i really like (uh huh, u noe that). i don't expect you to do the same, just understanding would be sufficient.

next year, next year i would be just like anyone of your friends that you hang out with. eat in restaurants, splurge on clothes, say OK to any activity that you suggest. bear with me, because i am enduring from within too. my mother thought i go mad from time to time when i start sighing and crying while watching tv. nono ma, the most i would only suffer from depression.

ok, i m alright, i still can joke. but if u have manage to read til here, why not consider giving me some kind of sponsorship, say as my 21st birthday present la, never too early you know. ;)

sian diao? but you are still reading!

munched @ 12:09 AM