Seems like everytime i come in to blog, i always come with a heavy heart...
like a rice sack bursting at the seams, ready to pour it all out.
Somehow, i feel safe confiding in this digital diary, cos no one reads my blog!irony...
oh well,
just an update since its eons since i last posted.
Am working my ass of this hols, asked for it man...looking back, i wished i hadn't applied for the internship. I just want to lie down on the daybed with a good book and read tru the day wifout any worries or deadlines.
Seems so idealistic, almost impossible.
But in a way, think its God's plan for putting me in tt company...
My bdae is coming.
contrary to wat many might be thinking now...i'm not hinting for prezzies.
It's my 21st bdae...suppose to be a big thing according to peers.
But i guess i might just sleep in.
Having attended so many 21st bdae parties... I kindda feel its so superficial.
Friends are invited bcos you want presents from them. Relatives are on the guest list because you want big fat ang paos or ugly gold jewelry (which i strongly reccommend pawning them!ha...chances are you wont get around wearing the out dated gold coloured pieces) Some friends might be obligated to come ...and thus the present is the last minute "wat-eva" type. Much like an entrance tic to your gig. No tot into it.
I have no friends to invite to anyway.
Save the trouble of eating my bdae cake for a week of bfast bcos no one turned up when i ordered a big cake....
Save everyone from the brain wreaking torture of tinking wat to get for me.
Save the day so tt they can do more exciting things.
Yah, tmw is Singapore Idol audition.
Funny how tt can breed conflict too.
I shall comment no more.
Bear wif me for a while more bcos Master Blogger is gonna revamp my blog for me!
yah yah...must be tired of me saying tt and it never happening right...
oh well...shit happens.
Ping
jeremy
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