as told by her.♥

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♥ brenda

Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
~~not yet~~

screams

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

there is this weird guy that stopped by my house today.

i was doing maths online in the living room.

-u dint misread,i was doing maths-

ok,he came by,

stopped by the window and started to pick at my lock.

i stared.

he asked if my mum was home.

i said yes.

he continued to pick till the lock clicked

he went on to explain how bad my lock was.

i was about to pick up the phone and call the police

telling them a man jus picked my lock.

i went on to get like food in the kitchen ,

mum went on ironing,

gramps continued her tv

the man rambled on.

fuck it.

he stayed for like 25minutes.

telling us how bad our lock was and asked if we want to have it replaced

"why should ibelieve you?'' i asked after like 10minutes.

"cause im under a registered company"he answered.

"what if 3months later got another man come and claim tt i got cheated again?and insist that i chnage my lock like u jus did after picking it open?"

"wont,mine gt a year guarentee"

"huh,but u stil cannot pick my lock what"

"this proves that the lock is lousy and stil allows ppl to break in"

"ltr i can open how?"

"den u dunid pay me"

"i'll have a faulty lock den?"

mum insist that he leaves.

finally,after another 10 mins he left.

please,i was really about to ring up the police already

.he pick my lock eh.if one day my house gets broken in,

i'll suspect him.and will blame him for

pickign at the f-ing lock to make it lose its function.

stuck at home with eyeinfection,cough,flu,fever,backache.

She's that girl

The name 'Brenda' stands for 'sword', which I perceive as being linked to violence. But no, I don't see myself as a violent person. The most I do is curse and swear like a sailor, and perhaps punch a few pillows and kick a few walls. But I'd never lay a finger on people(or so i claim).

And also. according to bestf, i'll combust without guys.

To top that up, you will have not problem trying to spot me along the streets.With my not-exactly-very-toned-down hair, and my shorts,yes, Singapore's way to hot to be in jeans.

Personality wise, I'm close to being crazy. I drive people nuts when the inner bitch release.So in short,you can either say that I brighten up your life, or that I drive you up the wall. It can only be one way or the other. No in-betweens.

Basically, I have a problem with authority.I never liked being told what to do and when told not to do something, all the more i'd do it-just to annoy the person (like,duh.)

Yours truly,do not believe in rules-strapped life, strongly thinks that life should be lived the way you want to and no compromises made.Of course minus the reality chunk.Partying is like a hobbie to me, just like how stamp collecting is to other, but partying is much more fun! Not only does it allows me to meet interesting personas of all kind and yes, grooving to the music is a great workout- keeps me very much in shape.My girls are the bestest people to club with,ever

In case you failed to figure, my girls are one of the greatest thing that happened to me in life.Friends are a whole big deal in my life, plays a huge part in major break-ups and events.By and by, i love them to bits and they know it.

I have the tendancy to forget what i want to say mid-sentence,so just let me finish.I'm not as dramatic as so ~~many~~ friends claimed.I hate crossing the roads, proudly proclaimed my love for whipcreme,icecreams and cakes. I can be completely bought over by sweet treats, Starbucks and surprises.Small details matters alot to me, a little gesture, a smile, and kids warms my heart.I love that warm fuzzy feeling i get when watch kids play. I'm not exactly the most random person you will find around and am totally,erm, not a bimbo.

Meanwhile, please make do with the photos untill i get better ones.