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Monday, January 31, 2011

my mum is nice. she asks me wat i wan for my bday present.

feels depressed. i dont really want anything. jus dont mind if i could have this, or that. but i wont be extremely happy or overjoyed or charged with the adrenaline of owning sth new.

perhaps it's time to save up. must take this chance to save up money. for what? i've no idea.
really hope 2012 is doomsday. wil be quite disappointed if i have to get on with 2013.-.-

mayb it's my iphone. it feels lik some crappy guilty pleasure of s$500. and i cannot stop surfing net on it. i'm very very addicted. all the other clothes feel so irrelevant next to my beautiful iphone. and i'm not an apple fan. i dont lik how they make themselves so exclusive, and special. still feels lik someone who is narcisstic will like. and how they charge the darn apps. or make me feel lik buying ebooks that i wont ever read.

sighs. shoud really sleep now. have u seen the lect notes for tmr? it looks lik it's written in greek. hate this sem's timetable and the modules. hai. and sucky sci of music for a physics hater. music illiterate me. wish the rain wil stop thou. it wil definitely make waking up even harder tmr, as if  it's not hard enough. and dad prolly cant use the motorcycle to fetch me if it rains. den i wil be caught in the jam. =/

dont reali care actualy. i'm dragging myself (literally) to sch everyday. and i dont care about being late alr.
and i dont care about the clothes anymore. why spend so much and end up looking lik shit anyway? hair is shitty now too. haven rebond it, and it's getting pong-er and thicker. hai.............

my bdaayyyyyy. what do i want? world peace. -.- get real. world apocalpyse (dont noe the darn spelling) is more lik sth closer to my heart.
what i wan. a successful blogshop to call my own. what i want, graduating with second upper without doing bloody fyp. what i want......... more money. credit card with unlimited amt to spend and nv have to pay back wat i spend. wat i want, the philosopher's stone. -.-



signing off
amethyst
12:01 AM