Monday, September 04, 2006
Sunday.
Stayed home the whole day. WAH SO FUN.
Went over to grandma’s house!
Cousins came over too, had FUN!
Haha, duh.
So retarded can. Stupid josh and his scaring. LOL. Forever trying to scare me. TSK, haha, i know i know, my bimbo scream’s very NICE.
Aha. I whacked him quite a few times.
And JARED. Aha. Not fun la you. Shucks.
I need more practice la! HAHA.
Oh, and we traced the roots of our surname- BRANSON.
Turns out it’s French.
THAT MEANS.
I’ve got one more type of blood. SHUCKS. Here’s the list—
CHINESE-PERANAKAN (from my mum)
Portugese-anglo-indian-irish-french Eurasian. (from my dad)
And i only traced it back two generations. Haha.
Like Gerard said-
I’m a rojak mix of many things.
Gonna be home today as well..
Need to print the maths work from lead. WHOAH so much can. No way i’m gonna do all please. Haha, you know me…
Then OBS is coming!
-solid fuel and cotton twine
oh, do the t-shirts we bring have to be school related?
I hope not.
Then yea. i’m bored now.
And i’m typing this so i can just paste it on blogger later. And conserve my time spent online. I sense the coming of a looooong post. Cos i’m like just rambling. YEAAA.
I still miss nat!
Haha.
And i’ve got Nickelback’s photograph stuck in my head.
And Runaway.
And Only hope.
And when i fall in love.
LOVE LIKE.
I haven’t had a crush in ages.
I figured there are a few reasons behind it.
Let’s explore.
Maybe i’ve realized there’s much more in a close friendship, than in a boy-girl relationship.
Yea, that’s it.
Or maybe, i just haven’t found anyone i think has potential.
And i’ve got this thing against liking people i’ve liked before.
Some how or other, i just don’t think it’s right.
Cos like yeaa. Who wants to be rejected twice by the same person.
It’s like. Shooting yourself in the head twice.
So as much as people think we’d make the perfect couple, we ourselves don’t.
At least, we’re making ourselves think that way.
Or maybe I don’t have a crush on anyone, cos I know my tolerance period during which I like the person without telling him is like WHOAH lower than the price of a cucumber.
SO. It’s like only a matter of time, before i tell the person. And sometimes, when things don’t turn out the way i want them to it takes time to heal.
SO LIKE.
Imagine a turtle. Sticking it’s head out of it’s shell and then, some little kid sticks a twig right into it’s face. Obviously, it’d get a shock, and stick it’s head back into the shell. And like, it’s gonna take awhile before it decides to come back out.
So yea, same thing.
When i fall in love, it will be forever, or I’ll never fall in love
Maybe i’m just too much of a dreamer.
Thinking too much of my own fairy tale ending.
NAH.
Perhaps i treasure my friendships too much to even risk losing them, or straining them just a little bit. That’s what i hope the reason is.
HAHA, all the guys in my life, with an emphasis on a few, are too nice la. They’re so caring.
They’re exactly the reason why i DON’T need a boyfriend (sorry la.)
YEAH. That’s it.
Whenever i feel troubled, or lost, or just in need of someone to whine to, there’s always a THREE guys.
And they’re so patient.
They don’t give stupid comments, or criticize my actions.
Even if they do criticize my actions, it’s with the intention to cheer me up and make me laugh, and even if t wasn’t actually an intention to make me happy, they still did it unconsciously anyway.
They let me know they care.
And yea you can prolly say-
they’re my sunshine after the rain (:
so yay! I’ve found the reason. Thanks guys.
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On a HEAVIER note -TSK.
I’m the one who forgives and forgets.
The one who wants to forgive,
The one who wants to forget.
Sometimes, pride gets stuck in my way.
Sometimes, i’ve enough strength to push it aside.
Sometimes, but not always.
Most of the time, I don’t want you as an enemy.
I don’t want you as a mere presence.
I want you as my friend.
I would’ve said sorry.
I would’ve forgiven.
But you didn’t give me the chance.
You didn’t.
Cos this time, pride got stuck in your way. Not mine.
And it wasn’t your pride either.
And i know that for a fact, i know you.
It wasn’t your pride.
It was hers.
And here’s the last time I’ll credit all this to her.
As i agreed.
See. Goes to show she’s the one who can’t handle verbal onslaught.
NOT ME.
Not the one who’s got friends behind her back.
Friends whom she doesn’t have to go bitch to to get them on her side.
Friends who’re just there. Cos they’re FRIENDS!
That’s what they do.
But it’s just a brave front.
Just a brave front.
Just a brave front.
How did our eyes get so red.
i write poems.
For people.
So they can win the heart of another.
And yet, i can use them myself.
Yet, i cant.
You’ll never feel alone.
You’ll never be more cared for,or loved.
‘Cause he’ll be there for you.
Forever.
sprinkled in glitter.
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