What would you do if you discovered your best friend had made up a fake rumour about you? Of course, the rumour is a bad one.

Lets assume that its a rather hurting one. Something you never expected to come out of her mouth.

I sometimes wonder if the decision I made years ago was right. I chose to keep quiet and forget about it. Of coz that friend of mine does not know that I knew the story behind.

What would you do?

Sing along with me!

If you’re angry and you know it, slap your friend, *piak* *piak*

If you’re angry and you know it, slap your friend, *piak* *piak*

If you’re angry and you know it and you really want to show it,

If you’re angry and you know it, slap your friend, *piak* *piak* !

There. Feel better?

I sometimes find myself pathetic. Especially when I need a company to do something. I have very little friends to hang out with. Wendy is my partner in crime but when she is not around, I have no one else to look for. She is the only girlfriend I have in KL. The only person I’ll think of when I wanna go out. I need to make more friends. Really. Like right now, I am having trouble finding someone to have dinner with me. How sad can life be. Buhz.

Is it the cold image I potray? I dont know. I dont do it on purpose. My friends told me the first impression they had on me was that I had that dont-mess-with-me look. But hey! I was only not smiling! Guess I have a face problem Hahaha. Please people, I am not that cold. Come befriend me!

Jk.

I am pretty content with my cirlce of friends. I just need dinner partners. *sobs*

Its my birthday but I am not happy at all. I almost cried when the clock struck 12. Landy’s song, Qu Wo Shen Ri Kuai Le, describes every bit of me feeling now. Sorry if you dont understand mandarin. Its a sad song. Thats all I can say.

I was having lunch with Wendy and her friends W,P and A. While we were eating, P met a friend of his and they greeted each other. After the friend left,

wendy : Yerr…not leng chai one….intro some leng chai one to us lah..
me : Yealoh…
W : Maybe he is telling his friend the same thing’ “Yerr…not leng lui one..”.

We all laughed and it got me thinking. We constantly criticize others. Have we look at ourselves properly? I have to admit I make a lot of critics on other people. We were saying some girls very lala in SP the other night before watching the midnight show. Some guy friend of mine said the same thing. The girls might be saying that we are very lala instead!

I will try to think before I criticize other people from now on. I mean…I’ll try!

I have lost my inspiration =(
This is what I have written sometime ago and its also in my old blog.
I love it so much that I’ve decided to post it here.

The first thing you noticed about me was my pair of eyes.
The pair of eyes inherited from you.
You happily told your soulmate that.
Then you touched me. Felt my tender new born skin.
You brought me home proudly that evening.
Despite having bad luck for years after I was born,
Being not superstitious, you still showered me with as much love as you could give.
You were my shelter, you were my hero.
You protected me from the beatings I deserved and the danger I put myself in.
You showed me the world, you showed me everything.
You let me experienced as many thing as I could.
You taught me swimming, you taught me riding.
You taught me everything.
I was on top of the world when you were gone.
I was left unsheltered and unprotected.
I tried to be strong like how you taught me but I could not.
For I was left exposed to all the facets of life for the first time.
I kept looking back and wishing that you were here with me.
Each time I look back, lessen the pain I feel.
Each time I look back, makes me stronger.
Thats what I kept telling myself.
The fact is I have never grew stronger and the pain remains the same.
I have outgrown my age. I am tired.
There were countless night when I wished you would bring me with you.
And there were countless day when I wished you would be here with me.
Why haven’t I understand that you are always with me?
You are always in my heart. You were never gone.
Despite telling myself that over and over again, I still cry at night, wishing you to hug me to sleep, to sing my lullaby, again.
That eyes of yours, that voice of yours and that shadow of yours, are deeply engraved in my mind until I meet you, again.

VaLz

I first got that comment when I was in form 3. My schoolmates told me some girls from another school whom I didnt know existed said that my friend and I were bitches. OoOo0Ooo0ooO0ooOo…

I didnt feel offended. In stead, I felt excited. Why leh? I have no idea. Perhaps I felt a sense of recognition. At the same time, I felt the need of knowing why they said that we were bitches. So I got one of the girl’s contact and asked her why they made such comment.

She told me that it was another girl who said that. She said she did not know why. You know, sometimes when things had been dragged for too long, you lose interest in it. I forgot about it days later and did not persue my “investigation”.

A year later, I found out why that girl said that we were bitches. Just because the guy she liked was going after me! Haiya! I thought I was famous. Even people from other schools know me. Dissapointed me only.

Girls….tsk…tsk…tsk…Scary leh. To the boys out there, dont mess with girls. We can get really scary when we want to.

I have overspent this month. *sobs* But I made a pledge for the fund-raising projects some of the bloggers are running right now. Have you made yours? If you have not, click

Here!

I am feeling as sad as the angel looks like in the drawing. Well, she is not sad but urm…I dont know. That kind of feeling. *sigh*

What shall I name this drawing of mine?

Title says it all. Guys are very mafan! *sad*