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never saw it coming.
i should have started running.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I think that I have grown up enough to know and to abhor this sentence 'everything happens for a reason'. There are so many things where by I can show you as an example , but I am not going to dwell into it too much. Before I start my stupid breaking down of my brain and my senses all over again.
Something happened last night. And I am still flipping out over the whole god damned thing. I don't know why and I am still wondering why am I flipping out. But I am. *Wenny … I know how you feel. TRUST ME. * sighs in frustration.
Went out with Heather , Voo and Angel today. Had breakfast at mac's. And guess what … I went to a barber to get my sides shaved off. Wee … Its interesting. And what is more is that , I had a bloody audience in the barber shop. Ha ha. It was practically a SHOW !!! Heather was fully equipped with her Digital Camera , Angel was in the mood and Voo was shooting darts at me for wanting to get my hair cut at a BARBER SHOP. =)) What more can I even say … Now can I. I am so going to faint. I swear.
Oh wells. I am very very happy with my hair. And guess what , when I went home and decided to want to get a rest on my very comfy bed … The drilling of my neighbour's house started its endless ranting till like 5 plus in the afternoon. I almost wanted to barge up and lounge a complaint. But guess what , they had issued or rather gave each house in the whole block that they are undergoing renovation and they ask for OUR CONSIDERATION and they apologize.
NOW TELL ME. How to go against these type of PEOPLE WHO TAKE PRECAUTION ; OF PEOPLE LIKE ME ALL THE WAY !!! *glares.
Oh wells. After around … An hour of wandering around the house like a wandering zombie , I went to get ready to meet my mummy and my sister. We headed down to marina square. AGAIN. Yes. This time we went to cartel for dinner. Heh. I swear … If you bring my sister and my mother for buffet , the restraunt better beware of their enormously huge eating habits.
The amount of food that they put into their system is so very appalling. *faints.
With one last note … *exclaims. I LOVE MY HAIR.
I end my entry for the day.
Kaye\.
I love you too much to make you stay.
Baby fly away.
memories locked at Tuesday, March 28, 2006
all about me;
kaaye\. 19years.
22nd november 1987.
overgrown kid.
taken.
my sanity's long gone.
likes\.
hanging out with my friends ; ALOT.
nice tasting alcohol in general ; erdinger ; mojito ; moet or blessed vc.
trance ; house ; rock ; alternative ; punk ; metal ; bossa nova / jazz.
new gadgets.
baking ; cupcakes and all.
shiny stuff.
the sun , the sand , the water = THE BEACH !!!
slacking like there is no such thing as time.
dislikes\.
the people i hate are all irritating !!!
horrid people ; with appalling characters.
people with horrid manners.
insects and such.
bad weather.
headaches ; ankle sprains.
BAD COFFEE !!!
greens.
wish list\.
that calculator casio watch.
that pair of rock and republic pants.
that perfect messenger bag.
that new PDA !!!
that new laptop.
that pair of adidas shoe-wees.
that pair of tiger shoe-wees.
that new jacket.
that nike haversack.
that new tops from pull and bear.
that new pair of jeans.
that flesh imp top.
that head porter bag.
that pair of lacoste shoe-wees.
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