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, May 12, 2009
I have been trying to do this (blog) since forever.Honestly, if you think your days were bad, wait till you see my timetable.
This is not good, i have bad days.Wait, my days' been bad since i don't know when.My lecturer has been ringing my dad.Like, woah, i'm no longer a kid. I don't need a leash nor a tracking device attached to me.So the story goes...
Dad: " Have you been skipping classes again?" Me: " Nope, why?" Dad: "Because your lecturer just called me" Me: " For?" Dad: " He says you didn't pick up his call." Me: (universal answer, as all people would put it) "Orh" Dad: " So call him ok? 9xxxx xxxx " Me:" Orh" Dad: " Remember uh, 9xxxx xxxx" Me: " Orh" Dad: "9xxxx xxxx"
At this point of time,if not for the fact that my dad highlighted that he was my lecturer. It would very much seem like a desperate boyfriend looking for his girlfriend.And i still cannot believe it even up till now, MY LECTURER IS BEHAVING AS IF I'M ON HIS GPS.I never did actually got back to him though.I cannot remember his number for nuts,despite my dad repeating it for the million-th times.But he(Mr. Lecturer) did call back hours later.
Whatever.
I don't give a flying fuck
the enemy of my enemy is my friend. What the hell is it with people nowadays in school.I think i've been spending too much time in school that i see all the weirdos.EVERYONE IS PLAYING SOME DUMB RESTAURANT SHIT ON FACEBOOK.What is it with that game.At least 45% of people in any class that i enter who has a laptop, is playing it. Don't they have anything else to do?
With regards to my starting quote, i shall go make friends with the even weirder people that don't even know what facebook is.
THAT WAS, definately, A JOKE.
I hate that very talkative irritating girl in my SOM class, she is so irritating.I swear if murder was legal, she would have died a thousand time. She comes to class in lycra tees, and whine about having to pick out clothes.I strongly believe that if i were to loan her my closet, she'll take 3 weeks to choose a top, and a whole entire month would be needed just for her to pick out what to wear and leave the house.But, that will definately not happen, she will not be able to fit into my clothes, as she is double my size
And,you people out there, don't judge me on my land!
i know i'm a bitch.
Worldwide Festival was a total blast. ((:
and, hello ivan.
good to see you again
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.
I have been trying to do this (blog) since forever.Honestly, if you think your days were bad, wait till you see my timetable.
This is not good, i have bad days.Wait, my days' been bad since i don't know when.My lecturer has been ringing my dad.Like, woah, i'm no longer a kid. I don't need a leash nor a tracking device attached to me.So the story goes...
Dad: " Have you been skipping classes again?" Me: " Nope, why?" Dad: "Because your lecturer just called me" Me: " For?" Dad: " He says you didn't pick up his call." Me: (universal answer, as all people would put it) "Orh" Dad: " So call him ok? 9xxxx xxxx " Me:" Orh" Dad: " Remember uh, 9xxxx xxxx" Me: " Orh" Dad: "9xxxx xxxx"
At this point of time,if not for the fact that my dad highlighted that he was my lecturer. It would very much seem like a desperate boyfriend looking for his girlfriend.And i still cannot believe it even up till now, MY LECTURER IS BEHAVING AS IF I'M ON HIS GPS.I never did actually got back to him though.I cannot remember his number for nuts,despite my dad repeating it for the million-th times.But he(Mr. Lecturer) did call back hours later.
Whatever.
I don't give a flying fuck
the enemy of my enemy is my friend. What the hell is it with people nowadays in school.I think i've been spending too much time in school that i see all the weirdos.EVERYONE IS PLAYING SOME DUMB RESTAURANT SHIT ON FACEBOOK.What is it with that game.At least 45% of people in any class that i enter who has a laptop, is playing it. Don't they have anything else to do?
With regards to my starting quote, i shall go make friends with the even weirder people that don't even know what facebook is.
THAT WAS, definately, A JOKE.
I hate that very talkative irritating girl in my SOM class, she is so irritating.I swear if murder was legal, she would have died a thousand time. She comes to class in lycra tees, and whine about having to pick out clothes.I strongly believe that if i were to loan her my closet, she'll take 3 weeks to choose a top, and a whole entire month would be needed just for her to pick out what to wear and leave the house.But, that will definately not happen, she will not be able to fit into my clothes, as she is double my size
And,you people out there, don't judge me on my land!
