Its over.

I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?


I hate it.

I can't believe my resolve broke so fast.

I hate you for it.

Sing it out loud.

If you're feeling low, write a song about it.
If you're telling people you're okay when you're actually not, write a song about it.
If you're trying so desperately to seal the cracks that appear out of nowhere, write a song about it.
If you're remembering what it was like before you grew up, write a song about it.
If you don't care anymore, write a song about it.
If you hate it, write a song about it.
If you need anything, write a song about it.

Just do that, Vicki, and don't do anything else.

~V

P.S. Dear God,

Is this another test? If it is, can you hold it off for a while?

I have plenty of tests for the next two weeks and I really don't need the distraction now.

Or maybe I do. Well, who am I to know?

But thanks anyway, for the perfect timing.

And sorry for the sarcasm.

Amen.


I trust You.

IU Auditions (Part II)

I got in! I got in!!!


We got in!



I know you're not surprised.

But I am. Kinda. A little bit. =O

Claudia's stupid story.

Just a few more days. I just need a few more days.

Is that too much to ask for?



Obviously it is, 'cause there's no way I'm getting those few days.

~V

P.S. Stressed to the max.

P.P.S. If this keeps up, I'll be visiting the self-help section in Times bookstore soon.

P.P.P.S. I totally rock.

You're gonna wish it was... me.

Okay, before I blog about my Bangkok trip, there's just a couple of things I need to get out of my system.

Number one.

Am I always to be that person?

I hate being misunderstood as someone I'm not... and this isn't the first time its happening. Being someone who is always insecure about who she is, I totally understand how these people feel. But after so many years, you'd think they wouldn't have trust issues anymore.


Number two.

I can hardly hold these feelings inside anymore.
Sometimes it feels like my heart will overflow.
And the worst part is not knowing. Its always not knowing.
I need to know.
Either I find out soon, or I just end this with you.

Cuz I can't keep this up. Everything will overflow.

And we'd be left with nothing.


That aside.

Its 4 in the morning. I'm swamped with homework. I'm burnt out from the Bangkok trip. My gastric problems are back. Good to see you too, ouch, damnit.

But.

You're right. I should just... smile.

If only you knew why I couldn't.

Turn the lights on

So, I finally had the time for Paranormal Activity 2.

Truthfully?

It wasn't that scary.

In fact, I still think pretty much nothing...nothing can beat The Ring 2. Right, Christie?

But maybe that's cuz I was watching PA2 on the laptop screen and I had very interesting distractions along the way.

And I kinda freaked out halfway and switched on the lights.

I broke my no-light-while-terrified rule. =(


Anyways, Bangkok kinda sucks. Yeah, shopping is dirt cheap and the food is spicy awesome.

But.

Its more polluted than Malaysia.
The people here can't speak English to save their kid's life.
Its hard to tell the difference between a girl and a ex-guy.
Eg. You see this really pretty salesgirl...and then she turns and talks to you. Its like wtf, you sound like a man. Seriously, didn't they have money to go all the way? (<

I just don't feel safe here.

I'm coming home tomorrow.

Can't wait.

~Smarteepants

P.S. I had a dream.

And in that dream...

... we were friends again.

And then I woke up.

It was just a dream.


P.P.S. The pollution here is really starting to annoy me. I can't breathe.


P.P.P.S One day, I'll drag Leow here.

Yeah, seriously, I will.

No, Leow, no excuses.


P.P.P.P.S I'm totally paranormal-ed.

Goodbye, Malaysia...again.

I'm leaving for Bangkok tomorrow.

Will be back on Saturday.

Gotta go pack now, bye.



P.S. If anyone wants souvenirs, don't even think about it. I have no money.


I'm just kidding.


But seriously.