So lets just assume,

"That you could be a little more intelligent and not so insensate to ASSUME every damn thing could be about you? Well perhaps of your certain status level in this "So - called" society or scene in this generation you call yours, anyone or everyone could be talking about you,your stuffs,your uhmm......boyfriend? But then again,why should we be talking about them,or you,or whosoever related to you,when its nothing concerning us? -.^ there's something called freedom of speech,and this IS my personal blog. So even if I do and you're not happy about it,COMMENT HERE. Unless you don't know that under every post there is a comment link,which will lead you to,THE comment box. And there you can leave your comment on how fucking unhappy you are about whatever I am posting here&also leave down your name , instead of doing it anonymously OR indirectly in your twitter, unless you think I'm one hell of a fucking ignoramus lamebrain or something,which honestly,unlike you I'm not. Or if you like to tweet so much about such things , PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,mention me (: At least I know you're talking about me,well actually I do. But,you know,have some guts. If you want to be up there in this social scene,YOU NEED THE FUCKING GUTS. Its pointless climbing the fucking social ladder when you're nothing but a gut-less little callow girl.

AND

Not the whole fucking world revolves around you. 

&besides,my fucking broken pieces? or yours? I don't need you to tell me how to move the fuck on.
Deal with your own life before you tell me how I should fucking deal with mine. Its amazing how you actually deal with your emotional problems with materialistic things, it probably doesn't mean much to you then. What a wonderful lighthouse you actually are. (: Till then,when you fuck with me again."

I bet Joey meant to tell you these,but she probably isn't sure how to piece the whole chunk of words together,so on her behalf I did it for her. (: Oh ya,I'm sure you know you can always visit Http://flyaway-kisses.blogspot.com for more enquiries. &Don't you dare have the audacity to say that she's cowardly to ask someone to help her out ,when you are the one who twitted indirectly to her. I totally despise people like you. Which I predicted you already will. I'm not being mean here but honestly,don't step on others when nobody stepped on you. 

 

I'm physically exhausted, but mentally awake at this hour. I only slept for like 3 hours, I'm so sleepy, but I really don't know how am I gonna fall asleep with a heavy heart. I have no idea why did I do all these last night? What was I even thinking at the exact moment when I said that. I'm such a joke. I make a fool of myself the entire night. A fool to everyone else that actually know what the fuck I did. HA. HA. HA. I forget that, nowadays guys only want a girl just cos she's pretty. Love has become superficial. Where has all the true love go to? When a guy just fall in love with a nice girl that he feels comfortable with, that he can talks to easily and that he wants to dote and to love her for who she is. It is never like that anymore. The society doesn't give you a chance to see if you're beautiful on the inside if you aren't on the outside. No one give you a chance to prove yourself. No one. 


And till now, I don't know where did I even get that courage to actually says something like that. But oh well, I get it. I know where I stand. I don't deserve to be happy. I just deserve to be left alone, forever like this. This time, I'm leaving. I'm not gonna let the history repeats itself. I'm not gonna fight for anyone or anything anymore,bcos I'm too afraid to go through another heartbreak. And silly me, I let you slip between the cracks of walls I'd built up. Walls that had taken countless days of heartache to piece together. I'm all alone now, picking up all the pieces and putting them together again. 

DAY 3.

 “You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”

A little bit stronger everyday. I'm one more day closer, to being happy again.

  Too many times we put our hearts on the line, hoping that this time, 

things are going to be different. 

22th Of May 2012,

I took really long to upload the pictures, as in really super long. I had been trying to upload the pictures since 12pm, but my blogger is not cooperating with me at all. It just refresh my page automatically, when I'm almost done uploading my pictures. And all my pictures just disappear, and I got to reload everything. And this is like the third and final attempt, and I finally get my pictures up. So annoyed with blogger, and yes! My mom's internet is also being  a bitch. Slowest internet ever. 

Spent the night at Marina Bay Sands Hotel, with the girls and we managed to stay up without any sleep at all. We got really bored in the hotel room,and we started spamming my camera with pictures for the entire night, and I end up having like 20o over pictures. YES TWO HUNDRED OVER PICTURES. Watch the sunrise together at our hotel's balcony, and went up for a swim before we check out. Had late breakfast&lunch before we all our way home. I was suppose to report to work, but my eyes was closing. Lol. So I gave up, and went home instead. Everyone coma right after they reached home I guess? Haha. 

As usual, Momo&I club before, we make our way to MBS. And I fell down. Haha, My silent fall. I'm so damn clumsy, till now my wounds still hurts. I'm gonna stop wearing my killers wedges, and start wearing Dr martens until my wounds fully healed. And yes, jeans too! Had supper last night, with the girls&Vicky's friends too. The banana and cheese prata is damn good. Everyone should like srsly go and give it a try, confirm worth it!!!!! It makes me hungry thinking about it now.

MBS round two with the girls tmr, I'm so prepared to give up my sleep again. 

NINE MORE DAYS, NINE MORE DAYS. I need to leave, I need a break. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HAHAHAHA, All step one blogshop model.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HAHAHAHA, HER "CALL ME MAYBE" POSE.