Friday, February 09, 2007

my dad's nagging behind me, for im not having dinner again. that's for a week already. im really nort anorexic, its just that the nuggets, chocolate ice cream cake, mentos and sweet drinks are filling my stomach up. you know, my gastric isnt good, so it tends to get upset when i stuff it with junk. ahh, let it be then, you can take it guoyi, so no worries. (: at least there's no abalone for dinner tonight, HA-HA. oh ya, i thought i would be able to see him tmr if i go to IJC, but looks like i cant be bothered to go. whyy do i care? BUT I STILL CARE.

ended school early today so went home to take my flour and chocolate hersey's syrup and rush back sg poly to continue my ice cream making. its sucked. it really did. cos i hate it to see it when it fails, and when it doesnt turn out to what i expect, i throw them away. so can you imagine how many times i tried making? im just wasting food la cmon, guoyi, you are a loser, give up man. give up like what you always do. stop being a perfectionist when you get nothing right. heyy look, you not only skipped training already but also go add on weight by eating those rubbish there, worth it nort? well, it doesnt make much diff. and im talking to myself again.

and you know what, i gotta pretend everything's just fine from now on. ((: smile, cos you never who's falling for it. and im lying to myself again. i just cant do it.









and if you really care, do take a peek inside the yellow dustbin outside the school canteen soon. cos there's where i hid your little plant wrapped in a red paper inside a white plastic bagg. but its fine if you are giving up like what im doing, cos it would die anyway. even if you really did, so what? you never get to read the letter i wrote and the message i wanted to convey to you. its okay, when i threw the gift in, i told myself not to look back, cos once i do, i know i wouldnt be able to stop all these.
and im finally seeing the sad ending to this fairytale. it concluded with the princess leaving the palace all alone crying. morale of the story: the king is not to be trusted.

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