Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
25 years old.
NUS graduate.
Now earning a living as someone who has to speak properly, spell properly, write properly.
No I'm not working for Sesame street!
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Sunday, October 10, 2004
Sunday.
So here I'm typing in front of the computer, listening to the the melancholic songs I have.
Sunday's fun, because I got to play soccer, and I scored 3 goals this morning.
Sunday's not very fun, because after soccer my right knee's slightly hurt. There's this sharp pain if I straighten my right leg and tighten my upper thigh muscles. I guess it will pass.
Sunday's kinda sad, because Princess P said something about not wanting to meet up 'often'; something about getting sick of each other and somewhere along the line of 'personal space', of which I don't really understand, yet.
Sunday's also the day I got hold of the news that my friend photocopied notes for herself and not for me because I wasn't in school that day to have been able to collect it from her and she didn't want to carry them back home and to school again for me. I used the word disappointed. I think it's appropriate. Or perhaps I've asked too much for a friend.
Sunday sucks, now that I see it.
So in the famous words of Singaporean youths, I shall now go and die.
Shit. It's just too troublesome. My table's a mess, I guess it'll have to wait.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
So here I'm typing in front of the computer, listening to the the melancholic songs I have.
Sunday's fun, because I got to play soccer, and I scored 3 goals this morning.
Sunday's not very fun, because after soccer my right knee's slightly hurt. There's this sharp pain if I straighten my right leg and tighten my upper thigh muscles. I guess it will pass.
Sunday's kinda sad, because Princess P said something about not wanting to meet up 'often'; something about getting sick of each other and somewhere along the line of 'personal space', of which I don't really understand, yet.
Sunday's also the day I got hold of the news that my friend photocopied notes for herself and not for me because I wasn't in school that day to have been able to collect it from her and she didn't want to carry them back home and to school again for me. I used the word disappointed. I think it's appropriate. Or perhaps I've asked too much for a friend.
Sunday sucks, now that I see it.
So in the famous words of Singaporean youths, I shall now go and die.
Shit. It's just too troublesome. My table's a mess, I guess it'll have to wait.
triggering Mr Ng HS |