same world, different people

omg omg omg. it's saturday! 2 more days and i'm off. haha. i sound like a kuku. going genting but i'm so excited. next yr i wana go redang or bintan. i don't careeee!!!!
viewed lollie's blog and saw a coward agn. why are there people annonymous who likes to criticise others in front of their own screens? so these annonymous doesn't like their names? or they feel that their names bring about shame? or they just don't have a name? i'm not saying that everybody has to leave their name when they're tagging or what-so-ever, but that little box there did state for 'name' right? besides, it clearly shows that you are more than a coward when you do not leave your name whilst criticising others. either you are a friend of the criticised, or you just don't have any guts to tell your criticised who are you. so what's the criticism for when you do not have any balls? even if you admit you do not have balls, then fine. keep the comments to yourself alright? your comments will neither keep us alive or kill us. so, SHUT UP. i'm not agitated because someone tagged something on my boyfriend's blog, but i'm saying it as a whole. don't like the person? confront him/her. no one is born perfect. neither can one be made perfect. settle scores and get over it. isn't that much easier?
i was awaken by my wonderful dad, asking me to bathe and get ready to go to the temple. it was like SO LAST MIN lar. he didn even mention it ytd. aft my bath, i realised i was e only child who was going. lyk??? i stood at the living room, waiting for my mum. and when my mum came out, she asked "ni yao qu nao li?". ARGH!!! she didn even know that i was going? wa lau, i want my sleep so badly can. i go or not also never mind one lor. grrrr.
after the temple, we wenta old kallang airport. it was so pathetic lar the place. cos the original hawker centre was under renovation, so they had this temporary one. anyhows, the kuay chap was oh-so-amazingly-making-me-feel-like-eating-more. the kuay was very nice. however, the meat, i don't know how to rate. cos all i had was the intestines. my wonderful dad ordered a plate all big and small intestines, an egg, and some taopok. i could only see intestines over intestines. and before this plate of intestines came, dad asked me to order fried intestine at another stall. INTESTINES. the fried intestine was nice though. one small dumb piece of intestine costs $5 at a hawker centre?
lollie is out. gathering with his ITE friends.
cheryl is going for jolin concert. she always get free VIP tickets frm her friends. and nv fails to NOT bring me along. she has went for like countless times of concerts bands, musicals, celebrities, but i'd only went for like 2? one of it was pri sch, watching some musical, and the other was cheryl's band concert. i'm like so pathetic compared to her. what's more. she has taken the plane like so many times for overseas exchange program but i didn even take once): i cant rmb even if i've taken cos i was stil so tiny )):
jie went out. i've to stay at home with mum. tsk better catch some sleep aft this post.

why arent people born the same?

they are born they same ways; almost,

they are taught the same things,

so why are they different?

why are they different in nature?

why are they different in character?

why are they different in personalities?

does everybody has both good and bad sides?

if yes, then why cant i see your kindness?

not that you are totally nasty,

but it all seem like an act.

you're no longer genuine.

i don't hate you, neither do i like you.

but whatever you did,

whatever you said,

i forced myself not to put myself like what you say.

i forced myself to believe that the person is not me.

i cant always stay in that lie; my own lie.

i have to get out.

and the only way to get out is to confront you.

i'd did that.

but you denied.

am i really wrong or are you working out to be an actress?

it's no good having to live with fakes.

i hope you can stop all your pretendence,

let us lead an easier life.

it's better not to be friends rather than being fake friends.

look who's talking?