words from the brat.

i've moved. so link me. love ya.

http://www.maryannavie.blogspot.com

upon a million requests, i am now updating my blog. no, i don't mean to sound super famous. but i get friends yelling at me "EH YOU MAY AS WELL DELETE YOUR BLOG LAA!" "UPDATE YOUR BLOG LA!!!"

haha.

okay i just got back from KL and it rocks. thinking that getting to petaling street is by alighting at petaling station, guess where we were when we alighted? SELANGOR.

and almost missing the last coach back to sg, by getting to the wrong side of KL. so instead of cabbing there (the cabby touted us la sia. RM20. for a very short distance.) we took the train.

slept in the coach, got very cranky (stupid pms) and then almost pissing off my friend with my neverending nonsensical antics.

camp's just two days away. somehow, i had this distinctive feeling that this yr's C11 camp is gonna rock better than the prev years. (: i have amazing facis and perhaps, amazing participants. though there's only 99 of us there. (:

i'm signing off soon cos i'm meeting my friend (: this sounds so childish. ok bye.

p.s i miss ameng, hannie, nad and mirooool. when are you guys free again!?

ok this is fucking funny but i felt 3421857417983741294712937413421 times better now.

I really have to let this off right here, right now. While I know she's in pain out there, sadly there's nothing i could do. The other one made matters worse, she isn't helping. I'm in a tremendous amount of agony, I felt helpless, clueless, defenseless and lost. While I hope letting this out here could only take away a few degrees of this anguish, deep down inside I still felt like the lost little girl 3 years back, not knowing what to do, no direction, while I lost the path of light which I'm made to believe to tread. I'm trying my very best to desensitize myself towards everything, or rather, everyone. What I thought was a well-acted facade proved to be lying to myself even more each and every day. Lied to myself more than anyone else. I can't go on like this, I abhore myself even more for deceiving my very own self.


I would do anything in the world, I would trade everything I have, just to see her face again. Just to touch those soft, delicate hands again. Just to kiss her fair cheeks again.


I don't see any point to shed any tear right now. It's as useless as anything else.


The world didn't know what I'm capable of doing. They only see what they thought it's me. It's just a matter of time before everyone knows it. Just wait, and see.

i am making it compulsory to at least update this freaking dead journal every now and then when i can squeeze just a little time for it!
it's work and friends that's been taking up my time. and not forgetting LEFT 4 DEAD. god i could spend my entire life just shooting zombies down.
and million thanks to almost-everyday late night outs, i have successfully contracted the sore-throat-then-the-flu-then-the-fever virus, for the record of 2 times in a row. or maybe a week, to be precise.
i'm gonna sum up some of my recent events:

1. work is pretty much sucky today.
2. i'm happy that my body's pretty much toned now.
3. i managed to cut down smoking! 20 sticks to only 10 sticks per day!
4. i finally snagged the black stripper heels i've been eyeing for a week!
5. i like norey's miss selfridge's faded jeans!
6. din and his x1-r!
7. i accidentally shaved off half of my left eyebrow. thankfully my bangs could cover them nicely. (note to self: ever heard of threading! no diy!)

i'm coming back for more.

figured out that this blog is dead. oh and to the person who corrected my mistake in my previous entry regarding the typo error of basshunter, thanks a lot. i mean, seriously. :)

and i'm thinking of dunking my head in a big bucket of bleach, eat chocolate fudge out of my hands, throw myself out of the cliff, run into the tv, be a cat, scream to the grass, throw a fire extinguisher at someone, make my own cookies 'n' cream, and so on... on  and on and on and on and on. look how i've changed.

As i'm typing this, i'm at rc 150's void deck while others are playing murderer. And just a phone call an hour later had to bring me down. My mood's officially spoilt. Like seriously. He's dangerous.