<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(//www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head> <body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/928333609573604204?origin\x3dhttps://thesimplethingsin-life.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

entries about chat links



breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009 // 6:29 PM

Bad day, my asthmatic cough came back. Thanks to the stupid flu. I doubt I'll get better in months. Great isn't it? No cold drinks. No heaty food. I doubt I'll remember. I'll consume it anyway. It's gonna be boring. It really is. No nice food. No chocolate. I guess I'll be coughing away all day long. I can't be bothered to go out too often already. The whole world will just freaking stare at me. Good thing this time round it isn't as bad as June. I don't want to see blood in my phlegm. No thank you. NO. The worst part is that I'll spoil my voice even further. Everything will be off-pitch until I get better. I'm gonna sing really soft for the next few months until I get better.

Went to Parkway Parade for fun just now. Too bored, I just need fresh air. Had late lunch. Almost died of hunger on the way there. The initial plan was to drop by Chin Lien to visit my darling XY. I'm pretty much lovesick. She better be touched when she reads it. I didn't go in the end. Well, I know what they're gonna say. Like how they always put it. Then they will ask me to join them for Arise stay for the BBQ and things like that. And mummy said that it's crowded and I won't like it. So didn't go in the end. Walked the whole day, but didn't find anything that I can buy for Natalie. Tomorrow's the dinner. I really miss Natalie. I was supposed to meet her during the holidays, but we have been busy with everything and haven't got time for one another. I can't wait till CNY. I won't be in a good mood during CNY. I know I won't. If you're stupid enough to not know why then go check the calendar. Next year will be shit. I know it would be. Next year is will come after 2 days. Shitty mood now. Why can't the holidays stay longer? Being stressed up won't help. It'll still come unless I die soon. Too tired to think now. I'll just sleep again soon. I just woke up. Haha... GOODNIGHTPEOPLE.

I'm pissed. I hate being a girl sometimes till the extend that I feel like screaming at people. I'm not a guy. I can't be a son. Accept that fact. Discriminating me don't make me a guy. Being control freaks won't change me either. For what? Whatever I do, no matter how well I perform, how obedient I am, I'm still that bad daughter of yours am I not? You're never happy with what I do. You never will be. All you know is your son is a million times better. All you know is your friend's daughter is better. Sometimes even I wonder am I your daughter. If you didn't want me, why didn't you abort me 14 years ago?