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Sunday, December 05, 2010

literature in sec school was useful. u can totally sense when someone is trying to intimidate you with words, or read betweeen the lines when they try to insult you despite using pretty words to cover up the malice.

best of all you can pick out phrases and throw it back to them, to quote it as evidence that they are being a very insulting crap person in nature. despite their words of "god bless" and "i believe in my heart u're a good person". puh-lese. as if u even have a heart. it's so damn annoying. so u think u can blast me with ur oh-so-chim english? think again. i can bloody read between ur insincere crap lines and words that are so trying to accuse me of doing things which i'm not. and thankfully when i read back on my replies, they are formal and not insulting. she was the one to start attacking. i have a clear conscience.

never met such an irritating buyer. from ebay. there's where u get all the weird weird ppl who have englishy sounding names. especially this MT person. damn annoying i tell you. with her self righteous manners. RAR. nv got so pissed. as if i want her a a dam buyer. however desperate i might get in selling, LUCKY i didn't sell it to her. such a fussy person GRRR. might jus end up having more trouble should money be involved. maybe she'l claim my dress infected her with some crappy disease and demand some compensation. makes my blood boil jus thinking about it.

and of course, i realised i'l never be an artistic person. it darn sad actually. i feel lik such a handicapped person when i walk into yamaha with all the pianos and music scores. and it's not the kind of handicapped u're born with. after all if u're born blind, would u ever noe the joys of looking at colours? it's lik i was rendered handicapped after awhile, even though i am not. i supposed music do these to everyone not born deaf. hai.

and i tried my hand in painting. end up screwing up everything. despite my hours of hardwork sweat blood and years. the final pdt broke into three pieces. hai.  even in the past my sis was deemed a better painter/artist than in art lessons.

and my lack of creativity is srsly pathetic. hai. i cannot think outside a box. i'm so square i'm all angles.

or mayb an idle mind is a devil's playground. i should start investing my time in sth useful. like. oh i duno. writing book reviews HAHAH-.-



signing off
amethyst
12:56 AM