"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

AUTOMATIC
Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
TOP

0 Comments:
Post a Comment
time: 8:30 PM
date: Friday, March 23, 2007
Tomorrow's talentime, after I blog abt that, I think I'll be off this blog for awhile. :/ Oh yeah and maybe after the experience of performing next week at the HQ prize presentation thing! :D We're such honoured people, woohoo. Anws, we did hell lot of practice today and went for urgh, Crez Awards Audition. I have no interest whatsoever in getting into the finals of Crez Awards. I rather go as the audience and have a better night. Anws, Aqilah and me, we had the Emo Page(ironically at the back of a Strawberry Shortcake foolscape)! And I freaking love calligraphy pens. Damn it, curriculum was sucky lah. Shit. Omg, I promised Miss Tean, I would finish her work and hand it up today. She's nice, I am way too mean t her. :/

I shall dedicate this paragraph to fucking rude taxi drivers. It was 7 and we were standing at the school bus stop, me and Shah were hailing a cab and decided t drop Ruiting, Pek, Hazel at Redhill. Since, duh, its on the way. Then we finally got a taxi. He refused t let five of us in because of some "cannot lah, police fine" shit. Okay fine, stupid rule-follower. Sorry Hazel! :/ Sent Pek and Rt off and he gave this fucking clicking sound like we took too long. Excuse me, we're paying and it was fucking peak hour then. Extra 2 dollars man, hello? Then Shah would get down first and she took awhile t get down. Then she passed me the money so I would pay when I got off. He made the fucking clicking song and gave some muffled laughter, which I so heard, dude. And to top it all off, when I paid him 9 bucks for the 7.50 ride, he gave me 50 cents change and fucking drove away! Either he's a math illiterate or just a fucking, impatient, heartless, cheating bitch. I would choose the latter, of course.