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, November 23, 2009
Mess in a Dress
God sent me amazing friends. Whom I get all the laughter, tears and in this case – whining from.
And it dawn on me when I am feeling lost and confused (notice the negetive expressions) no one is actually there for me to fall on. I just can’t help but really feel sad for myself. It hurts to see how insensitive one can get. Spare a thought for me, people out there. The fact that the crossfire didn’t even involve me in the first place, and I end up being one of the badly injured. Why and how has it became my problem? Am I being exploited of my kindness? It’s an ugly thing to say- then again it’s time to put myself first.
Why so serious ( the stupid may ask)? I think the drama is taking it’s toll on me.
This is the worst kind of situation for one to get caught in. Don’t tell me all this is rubbish. Be honest and admit to yourselves – you all know what is the problem, dont tell me things like i am trying to change and all. Its clear to all whether you are putting in effort or not. I ain’t blind or deaf.
sidenote: I’m just done with paranormal activity, it was just mediocre. Honest. Oh did I mention the cinema crowd was classic – there were chair-kicking, laughter outburst despite it being a horror movie.
Guess with that i shall end my post.
Too tired for drama.
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.
God sent me amazing friends. Whom I get all the laughter, tears and in this case – whining from.
And it dawn on me when I am feeling lost and confused (notice the negetive expressions) no one is actually there for me to fall on. I just can’t help but really feel sad for myself. It hurts to see how insensitive one can get. Spare a thought for me, people out there. The fact that the crossfire didn’t even involve me in the first place, and I end up being one of the badly injured. Why and how has it became my problem? Am I being exploited of my kindness? It’s an ugly thing to say- then again it’s time to put myself first.
Why so serious ( the stupid may ask)? I think the drama is taking it’s toll on me.
This is the worst kind of situation for one to get caught in. Don’t tell me all this is rubbish. Be honest and admit to yourselves – you all know what is the problem, dont tell me things like i am trying to change and all. Its clear to all whether you are putting in effort or not. I ain’t blind or deaf.
sidenote: I’m just done with paranormal activity, it was just mediocre. Honest. Oh did I mention the cinema crowd was classic – there were chair-kicking, laughter outburst despite it being a horror movie.
