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Sunday 18 November 2007

So many things have happened throughout the days i left my blog untouched that I don't know where to start from, so I decided to just zoom past those. Anyway, I bet it's insignificant.

Been clubbing lots recently. bad for health and bad for studies. I noe i shud spend more time on my studies, bt i just couldn't resist temptations. Bad. I wished I had more determination and wadever-nots to keep me spending quality time instead of wasting my time boozing apple shooters and getting knocked into by useless bums in clubs.

Having said that however, yesterday (Sat) was a fun experience! Cos suddenly i realised there're so many frens in the same club, and it's nice to catch ur frens ard, isn't it! Hees. Felt so "at home" there, although i was super tired from clubbing on Friday nyte as well. Haa.

Well, actually i wanted to blog not abt wad happened thruout the day, bt wad i haf come to observe abt some people whom i've not contacted wif for quite some time...

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Things change, People change, and what do you get? Shocks, i would say. I wished the people around me could haf had more self-worth, and not just pet and kiss every other person that LOOKED interested in you. Thinking that guys will like you just because you THROW URSELF AT THEM, I reckon we could haf a great laugh. It totally turns me off, because this wasn't the person I used to noe. What happened to the beautiful person I once knew?

Her gestures and behaviours simply remind me of someone else, whom I so do-not-want-to-be-associated-with. Yucks. I really dunno what's gone wrong during the periods of her growing-up, but it sure is sad to noe that the people ard u haf come to where there are, and that you don't like how they're behaving.

Rattling off and spewing vulgarities just because you mixed with people who does that often dusen reflect well on you either. It's no excuse I would say. Self-worth, that's the key. You gotta learn to be more discerning and noe what's good for you, not what you think looks (or sounds) good.

I've been thru the period of ending off my sentences with vulgarities once in my life, and in restrospect, I'm glad my best frens (who came into my life after my so-called "sisters" went into Girls' homes one by one) saved me from that ditch. I'm glad to haf such frens, and I can't be more grateful to them for helping me kick that DISGUSTING habit.

Oh come on, just because some people look good with a short white stick between their fingers, you mean you hafta smoke too? It just brings about ULTIMATE BAD BREATH, and I really feel it spoils the image of ladies who smoke. You were not like this in the recent past - or, was I just being disillusioned?

Yes, I should just bitch off or F**k off, so that's what i'm gonna do. Until I see a better you, my dear lady. Till then, here's wishing you all the best in choosing the path you want to take to your future. Risque or becoming? You decide.