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
Monday, September 29, 2008
Actually i knew it was over long ago.i just refuse to believe it. have been crying, and telling myself that this time its really over.i still believe somehow it was all out of good intentions when the hurting things were said, whatever the case, i guess this marks the end. The selfish choice was made, and hearts broken (maybe just singular noun). Tears streamed and have yet to stopped. Having to cry in the toilet while working is not only pathetic, it literally means that somehow,i lost grip of the control of my emotion. I wasn't supposed to let my feelings affect my work performance. And apparently ,it did. I wasn't concentrating at work, i was doing my job, but wasn't committed. My mind was pre-occupied with thoughts of the past, can't help but notice the stark comparison between then and now. And all the negative energy i generated seem to have been diffused to the people around me as well. Either i am being sensitive or the people around me are pretty touchy as well. Probably im the pricky one.
Continue more later,i feel like taking a long shower.i hope it helps.
somehow.
p.s:
BFF, if im not out in 45 mins, bomb my house phone.
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.
Actually i knew it was over long ago.i just refuse to believe it. have been crying, and telling myself that this time its really over.i still believe somehow it was all out of good intentions when the hurting things were said, whatever the case, i guess this marks the end. The selfish choice was made, and hearts broken (maybe just singular noun). Tears streamed and have yet to stopped. Having to cry in the toilet while working is not only pathetic, it literally means that somehow,i lost grip of the control of my emotion. I wasn't supposed to let my feelings affect my work performance. And apparently ,it did. I wasn't concentrating at work, i was doing my job, but wasn't committed. My mind was pre-occupied with thoughts of the past, can't help but notice the stark comparison between then and now. And all the negative energy i generated seem to have been diffused to the people around me as well. Either i am being sensitive or the people around me are pretty touchy as well. Probably im the pricky one.
Continue more later,i feel like taking a long shower.i hope it helps.
somehow.
p.s:
BFF, if im not out in 45 mins, bomb my house phone.
