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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



Tuesday, January 27, 2009
HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!


new year is getting more simple as the years pass.
is it that we out-grown it?
or is it the fact that the elders are subtracting themselves by the year?

its no longer the red packets that i want.


all i want is for everyone to remain happy as they are.

a visit to my grandpa's place sent pangs of nostalgia flooding.

everybody changes.

i have been such a bad granddaughter,

for i didnt notice time took its toll on them

wrinkled hands and white hair.

all they yearn for was more visits.

people to talk to them

listen to them

i wish i had spent more time with them.

i will.

promise











Monday, January 26, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDON!


Wednesday, January 21, 2009
i swear i smell like the makan place in school.

met you with kailing like after so long, it was accidental.
like she was on the phone outside block 50 and thati was on the way out of class.
and seeing my pink highlights she screamed.
thats very much how we ended up having lunch together.
it felt great, like finally meeting up after so long.
and having her pick up my broken parts
when i was bout to fall apart just before i stepped out of the lecture room
i felt torn apart la, like taken apart alive.
very much like saw-i guess, though i havent seenthe movie myself.

school is killin me,having to face debarment is bad.
it not as if i dint wrk hard, its now the bloody attendance
its hard to not have classmates.
its harder to go to a class where people dont quite like you for no reason.

im supposed to go meet bestf after school
but she seems to like want to slot in aunt visitation
not quite ure how it is going to happen but im too bothered to care.
then again, she says she is there already
and that i am expecting her to wait in town for god knows how long by the time i end school.
you said you ended @ 4 as well.


oh, i think its gross when people dont respect you, even better, doesnt even acknowledge your existance.
i tried to talk, you were pre-occupied.
i tried to reach, you were to busy to notice
i drown, and its my own incompetence
no one to blame
too late to save






Sunday, January 18, 2009
i tend to pack my room when im upset,
this time round, i moved the furniture.
does that mean i am super upset?

i just want to feel a bit more appreciated.
is it that hard?




Wednesday, January 14, 2009

well, im sorry but i have to say ..

i think hardworking people are disgusting!

i mean really disgusting.
they might not be the smartest thing around, but well, i still think they shouldnt exist-at all.

i wondered how i co-exsisted with them for the past 19+ years of my wonderful life.

and they had to ruin it somehow, like, my life could have been perfect!
im trying to bloody work on my,
well, facebook, and they have to do all they work in class.
damn!
then i'll have to catch up, but of course, i catch up faster.
tell me im smart please.
hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahs

im sucha bitch.

(as if i dint know)




yay-ness.
if there is a word stronger than AWESOME, i would use it on bestf!
till then , bestf is _ _ _ _ _ _.

Thursday, January 08, 2009
i am currently at starbucksy @ thompson with bff,

been reading a hell whole lot today, its for the assignment that is so due on sunday.
yes, i'm doing my work

i realised that i am kinda behind time on some of my assignments, ok fine. Not quite some, but plenty.
be glad thats not all.just some.
i have alot to say, but i really think i need to get my hands on a book now.
and i actually feel a need to say this,

FUCK THE TIRES, TO HELL WITH YOU!

phew, thats going to help push back symptoms of depression.
and with that, im going back to work.

❤


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Wednesday, January 07, 2009
LESSON LEARNT: be really careful about materials.
(be it paper, cardboard, acrylic or foam.-wait even, sandpaper)






while waiting for the white glue to dry so that i can continue to assemble my model,i decide to pen down my very eventful day.
first, i wen to school at 7 odd, because i thought class was at 8 am.
on the way to school, i texted Ziyan , saying that i would be late. it was then that i realised that class doesnt start till 10am
i went on to Macdonalds to have breakfast-alone.

Headed down to school to cut my acrylic curves,they were due-ed end of the day, so i had to do it anyhow.
great, it was my FIRST time in the workshop at the back of the studio.
(yes, i know, im in that course for almost 2 years, and yup, no mistake, first.)
and i have got like totally not idea what to do with the piece of plastic on my hand.
so i did what i thought was the wisest thing to do, call.
i picked up my phone called.
SOS
not much of a use,
i still couldn't quite figure out what to do with the plastic,after sometime on the phone.
i asked the ONLY guy in the workshop,
"eh, excuse me, do you have any idea what do i cut my plastic with?"
he gave me the , are you a fucktard stare.
he pointed out the machine and went back to his work.
when i got over to the machine, i realised i have ZERO idea what to do with it.
i could not even find the on/off button
i switched it on, and it didn't move, at all.

skip all that, it took a whole hour to cut out the curves, under the supervision of the fruit juice uncle .

and i went on to class.
it was then that i realised that i've got several cuts on my fingers.
it was prickly kinda pain when i went to wash my hands.
:(

shall update more soon,
❤


(i think the white glue finally dried, so im going to do my work.)

**
ivan says: hard work always pays off, i worked hard enough.
the question is , did it pay off?



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Sunday, January 04, 2009
school's starting tomorrow-
 actually not.. in 8 hours.