change of add…
i most probably will be moving to a new house in a month or 2.
but for now… i m referring to a change of venue in blogs. i m moving back to blogspot. but somehow, when it’s time to really move, i feel a tinge of bereftness if that makes any sense whatsoever.
anyhows, head on to goingkookies.blogspot.com
i think i’ll maintain wordpress for my more emo and depressing, super private entries =p
hopefully 2009 will present itself to be atruly new year. a new year of beginnings.. of hopes and dreams that will materialise.. a year of great happenings and definitely bountiful in good and sweet memories!!!
what’s it with bkt???
i can never understand the obsession most GUYS seem to have with bkt(bak kut teh)?? i mean.. when young, it was my dad who would always take us every sat for bkt in klang, in ss2, near loong foong and anywhere n everywhere that serves it. All i eat is the yau cha guai and drink the soup with my rice. So, i don’t get much kick out of a meal of bkt. then again, it seems i dun seem to get much kick out of anything.
and then came my bf who also almost always wanted to have bkt for his meal ie lunch during uni times and his friends joined in too with the bkt frenzy. seriously, i was just plain sick of bkt!! =p bleh.. even when i went to aussie as that time my bf was living with his malay housemate hence, no PORK! so, we had to go over to another friend’s house to cook bkt! urgh!! bkt again!!
and now.. my colleagues are into this too..
ok. gtg. will say more on this later on when i do have the time to…
i hate u
i feel so hurt rite now but what’s the point in saying things that i just very well might regret later on? i cannot fathom how u can say n do the things u said n did. but i m the loser, as usual.
worse part is, i have to wake up in less than 5 hours but it’s hard to sleep especially sporting a headache, tummyache from 4-5pm til now and a heartache for the what?? trillionth time??
i think u re a genius at trampling hearts and smashing it into a billion pieces. i think i could even write an entire novel on it or perhaps come out with a hit song on that.
it’s funny how ppl u care most are the ones that will hurt u the most.
it’s funny how one is supposed to stop n think before one speaks but the other person will just sputter hateful and hurtful words with nary a thought of and for ur feelings.
how can ppl say the things they do in the heat of the moment or in anger and rage n then expect ppl to forget? words once spoken can’t be taken back.
i wonder why i stick up with all the nonsense all these years. am i making a mistake? or perhaps i m living the mistake over and over and again?
perhaps, i m a weak fool. i fear change and i hate the unknown. i doubt hope but still hope in vain.
u re riding on the waves where else i m an ostrich with it’s head stuck in the sand.
some kind of new year this is turning out for me.
ppl say,“at least u r safe n unharm… “
but the question is… “am i really?? if only…..”
going kookies with a glass of milk half empty 