I really wish sometimes, the words won't fit.
I wouldn't know what to say to you,to anyone.

You are pathetic.
Like seriously.

Just as i thought the day would get better meeting Chess and all.
My mom just had to spoil it.

I care way too much to let go.
Cause I know, she'll only hurt more.
And you are not making this,
any easier.
For so long, she's been carrying a torch.
For you, cause you are her life.
And her heart,beats for no one but you.
We all see it, i know you do too.

Cause when you break her,
you break me.
So please, let the past stay dead.

Day was good.
Minus the long waits for the damn buses.
When NP for RC5 small gathering, and i had fun fun fun.
Good.
Missed the last 74 from KAP, so i took 52.
Alighted at Bishan and walked home.
Stopped at Ang Mo Kio and called Rosy and My sister.
She wasn't home, so i couldn't get her to pay my cab fare.
So i continued walking home, nice.
Took me about one hour and forty minutes.
Calves are aching.
Oh, did i mention,
my phone died while i was in 52,

Mom was a bitch. a total bitch.

i really can't stand teens going to all these underage/mixed-age parties.
especially the underage ones.
you're not even done with secondary school, don't even fucking think about it lah.
gosh, waste twenty bucks on the entry fee, enter some club that feels more like a wet market.
what dance floor,it's like sardines packed in a can.
what is wrong with waiting till you're 18.
you go around, "dude,Zirca was fucking awesome","Supperclub was sick!"," Zouk was maddd"
What is so fucking fun being in a place so packed,you can't even dance.
I can get the same amount of packed=ness in train ride during peak hours.
Underage clubbing are for fucking pussies.
It's kids like you that give clubbing in general, a bad image.

Smoking and drinking are different altogether, thanks.

I blame no one but myself, for failing Econs.
And i think i could have done better than a B for both APM & MS.
I could say friends played a role but i won't.
Time management is crucial.
And the people you study with, just as much.
New term next week,
new chapter,
hopefully,a better ending.


anyhoos, i am broke.
no, broke just doesn't fit,
so what's worse than broke?
i can't even go to work like this.
any kind souls^^?

Timetable for the new semester is out and gosh.
The four modules really suck ballz, well, on paper at least.
They seem so boring, so very, not my kinda thing. but oh wells.
I've got work and probably soccer, other than school.
I have to support myself financially nowadays, with allowances being cut.
yes, they are far worst cases than mine.
But you tell me, i'm fucking seventeen.
So don't fuck this shit on me.

1. Quiksilver Wallet.
2. Fred Perry Sling Bag/ Manhattan Portage(again^^)
3. Macbeth, Nike , Busenitz Adidas Shoes.
4. Instax and rolls of films for my cameras.
5.Sperry's Boat shoes.
6. New Deck, or a complete set up.
7.Volcom Jeans.
8.Boardshorts and Berms.
8. Volcom,Quiksilver tees.
10. New flip-flops.
9.Zaf to get home safe,gosh.

i really think there's a lot more than these things. Birthday soon. wow. i'm turning seventeen.
And i'm celebrating my birthday in school, for the first time.
Can't wait for the 27th though, lovely. And Bungee with Beats. HAHAHA.

Parents, gosh.
Do we all grow up to become idiots?

I should have loosen the grip long ago.
I don't wanna be here anymore.
I'm tired of these games now. Please,no more.
You led me on, i blindly followed.
Unmasked, I see myself, fooled and played.
Hurt for the benefit of the other, i'd rather die.
I know, I don't deserve this.
Why, why did you do this to me?


I could only say so much,
cause at the end of the day.
When you call me over,
I'll melt, and give in,
like i always do.
And you know that,
oh so bloody fucking well.

You call it a beautiful game.
Your actions speak otherwise.
This game, revolves around wealth & fame now.
Who has the most endorsements, who wears the loudest pair of boots, who drives the fastest car.
Play for the love of the game, and not for the money.
The game of football or soccer or whatever you call it,
as portrayed by both Chelsea and United,
shows just how much money revolves around soccer.
Madness.
With all the fame and fortune,
all the sportsmanship is gone.
Scuffles and profanities exchanged between sides.
Fans outside rioting.
Is that how we were thought to play and love the game.
Win or lose, do it, gracefully.
Watched by millions across the globe, you are idols.
With your spoilt-brat antics, what are you teaching them young 'uns?
Gosh.

i know it's not impossible.
i can,
and i will make everyone happy.
watch me.

"I wanna be faithful, but i can't keep outta cookie jar."

I don't really know what to post here.
I just don't see why the one that is caught in the middle.
Has to be the one who makes the decision.

Looking back.
I realize,
I was a heart-breaker.
Moving on,
I guess I still am.

Worst.
Worst ever boyfriend to be with.

i don't wanna go for a swim.
i don't wanna dress up for halloween.
i don't wanna drink and be merry.

i rather just play street for that two hours.
this pain is unbearable.
i don't deserve this, this is unfair.

Beatrice Koh, i miss you manymanytimes.
can we meet meet meet soon asap please kay<3