R.I.P to Sofie's Card Reader.

argh. my stupid card reader died last week. If i can't post up pictures, what's the use of the blog then? shit. time for me to buy a freaking new one.

just cause.

I wanna love
I want a fire
To feel the burn
My desires
I wanna man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you gonna fight for me?
Die for me?Live and breathe for me?
Do you care for me?'
Cause if you don't then just leave

love love love this song by kelly.

*no pun intended.

haha.

someone dig my eyes out.

i am so freaking bored.



i am so freaking bored.



i am so freaking bored.

through my eyes.

Last saturday, i got a sudden call from my auntie saying that my family's coming over for a hang out. I love it when they come over to my house and we'll all have fun. Eat drink and be merry. These past few months, a whole lotta shit has happened within my family and i guess we've grown closer because of that.

My mom discovering that she has a "maybe" cancer cell growing in her but that turned out fine after numerous number of check up @ SGH.

Me and my bro not talking because of his girlfriend. Apperantly im rude for slaming that bitch's phone call without telling my bro she was online. But she can just sashay around my house and ignoring me totally cause i am nobody in the house. Despite this, im really trying hard to talk to my bro slowly but he wont budge. Guess a stanger's blood is thicker than his own blood itself. Oh well.Who the hell am i right?

My aunty's sad story. Really opened up my eyes in tying the knot. Don't know if i do want to be tied down to someone for the rest of my life. At the age of 22 (well going on to 23 this year. Yikes!), i've seen more heartache than anyone my age has seen. I've been in it and some i've tied to it. I talked to my mom about this and she said that a coward only wouldn't jump into it. Well, in a sense she's right. I am just protecting myself and being selfish. Guess everyone will go through it eventually. I have to admit that my stubborness will still be with me but once that special someone showed me that he is (as cliche as it may sound) my knight in shinning amour,then i'll willingly open the door for him.

Looking through my eyes.

Walk in my shoes.

This is what you'll see and get.

Cheers.

noisy bitch.

Every office has the bitch who can't stand anything.

My music's too loud for her delicate ears. (might explode if i dont turn it down.)

You can't talk loudly (or in my case normally) on the phone cause apparently, she's getting a call

from the president of zimbawe discussing on the posibilities of ending world poverty.

She never gives you whatever you needed on time.

But.

Her music's too soft for her.

She can talk aloud and laugh like a maniac when it's your turn to talk to the the president of zimbawe.

When she needs something from you, she meant NOW!

She kisses the bosses arse.

She buys a truckload of McD to feed her "servants" so they won't run out of energy to "work" and "bow" to her.

She's too vain for words.

Writting this down does not really "eliminates my frustrations" yet, it boils me even more.

So.

I shall stop "pen-ing my thoughts down" bout her if not I'll have to knock my head against this computer.

welcome.

This blog is created to :

pen down (involves a keyboard but its all the same anyways) my thoughts.

eliminate all (most of them anyways) frustrations.

pretend that i'm typing an email and hard at work.

make my friend, Dian, happy cause she's pestering me to start

"blogging" (as they say it.)

to wake up my dead creative brain cells.

Can't think of anymore "reasons".

So.

Here we go.