Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Fishy, oh fishy..

I thought that it is almost time I should be over nemology by now, since i got sidetracked by many other..err..."distractions" along the way.



Distraction 2. So freaking pinchable cheeks!



Distraction 3
. WTH, right? But would you just look at the gorgeous face? And those legs, oh god.. *heaven*

But every time the face or name of the fishy flashed by somewhere on the flat screen, I would get so excited that a squeal or two actually escaped my mouth!. Le sigh~~ This must be the longest crush I've ever had...

Despite you being quite short, quite idiotic, a huge crybaby, clingy, bulliable, gullible, dorky, me not fitting into the description of your ideal type at all, plain weird, pushy, and xiao qi at times, I still can't get over you. Why?



BAM! Oh, that's why. @_@


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone, with love from our dearest Fishy. =)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Another hair-breaking story..

I hate my hair. Stupid aunty. Show picture already still cannot get it right.

"Oh like this in the picture har." *barely glances at the picture* "You want cut layer?" *walks away* "Cut layer lah hor."

Er, it would be nice if you so much so take a look at the picture that I painstakingly find online before deciding for me what to cut. And last time I check, the one paying should have a say on how she wants her hair to be cut, or shaved for any matter. Then again, correct me if I'm somehow outdated.

"It's nicer to have a bit of layer. I cut layer this short ok?" *gestures somewhere middle of the ear and proceeded to cut*

You call that a bit of layer?

"Layer nice ar. Not nice mer? You don't like it ar?"

You think I like it when distaste is written ALL over my head? When I'm shaking my head so furiously?

"Aiyo, If you don't like layer then should say cut straight already. But it's too late to change already now." *chortles to self*

When did I say I wanted layers?? I asked for a trim!

"Straight cut is not in now la. Nowadays people like layer cut . Straight cut not nice la. Unless you like la. People don't like already. Understand?" *shakes head knowingly*

By "nowadays people", which planet do you mean they are from? And yes, I happened to like straight cut, with little layers at most. And please, if you can find one hot celebrity out there with a hair like mine, I'll give you 10 cents. Please google SNSD or Victoria Secret angels, thank you very much.

"Layer is like that de. If you put hair to the back it will look short lo. If you put it to the front it will look longer lo. And of course will qiao d la. Understand or not?" *clucking tongue*

Ohhhhh, could you pwetty pleaseeeeesh explain 1+1=2 to me too? And how many times did I mentioned I don't want my hair to qiao again? Farks..

"How? Don't like ar? You want shampoo your head or not? No? Rinse ok? $17 please."

Wah. Rinse head extra $3? Farks..

"OK, thank you. Have a nice day." *turns to shampoo girl to yakkkk away*

Oh my, how sweet are you to wish me a nice day. But how? I think I will have a gloomy month ahead, if not a few. Farks..

*walks out to the gloomy day*

Monday, September 20, 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnvH1iMRAdU

i need a guy..

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Touches a big spot in my heart. http://twitpic.com/2k6fkt

He is like daddy. Angels do exists. =)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's horrible. What a never ending nightmare. Wake me up soon. This joke is too cruel don't you think?

Give me a place to stay. That's all I'm asking for. Do you really want me to end up sleeping on the streets? What have I done to deserve that?

Give me strength..

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Why am I always the bad one in the family? Why?

Why can't I even joke about things without being judged?

Why can't I be myself anymore?

I don't need you to understand me and whatever I do.

It's fine that you couldn't be there for me all the time when I need you.

It's even fine when you pay more attention to the others than me.

Yes, I am a huge blob of mess sometimes but you didn't even notice didn't you?

Do you know how many times I have loss countless of sleep troubled by things I couldn't share with anyone?

Do you know how many times I think life is meaningless and just want to end it all?

Do you know how many times I continued to act like a fool because that makes you notice me and I feel that I am alive afterall?

Do you even know how sick I am?

No you don't. Maybe you do and you pretend you don't. Because no one else seems to know or care.

But rest assured. I promised myself I shall not succumb to the same abyss anymore. I have stop the self-destructive ways for awhile and I am determined to keep it that way. All by myself.

I am your daughter. That's what I am.

The Nomad

Home. A place which gives you comfort and shelter, safe from everything else outside.

Room. Where you rest and relax in your own comfort zone, away from all your troubles.

I had neither here now. You don't know how hard it is to live a nomad life. To keep moving every few weeks and so. Staying over at people's places.

Yes, these people are very kind and offered me a place to stay with I couldn't be more grateful for. But afterall, it is still not my place. I am given a room to stay in now, but I feel shameful to even call it "my room" everytime I refer to it when I talk to other people.

Sept 16 seems so far away. It might be a few days. But it is a torture. No, they did not mistreat me or anything like that. In fact, it was just the opposite. They are more than nice to me.

But it is still depressing, when my own mother personally asked me to go stay with other people, and couldn't care more about it. All she care about is I should never say I want to marry an old rich guy and all that crap, even if it's only for fun.

What?!

I want to run away. Far far away. What difference does it makes? I am all over the place now. Don't come looking for me when I am gone.