i just picked up by the drowsiness. maybe it just becoz of the bridget jones diary movie in the tv rite few while ago. or perhaps it because my first boyfriend in primary school just contacted me. our total of fourteen years of friendship, was bitter sweet orchestra alike. he always sees me as somebody like bridget jones, while on the other hand i looked at him as marc darcy. somehow we cheered it always. the rascal me , the playful, and the silly girl who cant really pronounce the word apologize. appolo --gee -- zer. in this moment, i am counting each years that passed by. owh i just realize that i am 21, instead of thinking that i am a seventeen.. which is always sound sweet.. sweet seventeen.
for almost of my colleagues of friend their faculty of reminiscing has faltered, mine hasn't. and profound now i'm good, healty, a nice life , thanks for the good memory of my childhood. when i was 10-11 years old, i was fascinated by the harry boys, nancy drew, enid blyton's ( the detective stuff - i think most of kids in my age read em ' ) retrospect of that, i am carrying the same hobby, - reading. but more on hard core stuff. i love the non fiction, based on real hard fact. as a chemical student, i am always dealing with my expertise beyond my knowledge. e.g the environmental issues, part political and sensivity issues like religion and sometimes economic. but i am greatful to be part of it and have benefited greatly from the professional eruders, experienced friends and families.
i was in school this whole day, except for lunch, which i always had in my room. i had macarony, * it tasted yuMmy. and hot milo blended with mocca coffee. wooowooo.. a very unhealthy diet. owh total consume of choc for today - more than 4 cups. despite of being a chocaholic, i am now a coffaholic* * p/s the coffee addict - i dont know if this spelling correct. but who cares.. this is my journal. i rule em'
i think i am addicted tOo much. into books, into choc, into coffee, into shopping - i think most girl does em, and practically i am just being a nice girl. ^ ^
in my lap, it is situated my organic chemistry book. i dont know if I have the passion of being a writer and sell my story. which is a great, well life has been great.. even it was tough. everyone lead their life differntly, which is way creative on their own. - too much complexity than mine.
every day, every night before i went to sleep i pray, n try to forgive everyone so that on the next day, i'll be a brand new girl. without feeling vengiance. i dont know why i write this, maybe i am too sick with few guys behavior these days. and there is one guy who being so annoyance with my next door girl. he would come in front of the door, calling her name asking her out, call her everytime she need a privacy and he just being too stubborn for ignoring the disturbance he made to the neighboorhood. in fact he already broke up with this girl I know that i am being a lunartic for this issue, emotional and rude. but i can't stand this anymore. for she's being invaded her privacy n his absence will make this life easier .lets not talk another few guys. some of my frend thot tht i am being too feminine in the other way round. feminine the characterized by or possessing qualities generally attributed to a woman. oww woow i have no idea of playing fencing with any chauvinist out there. it just i am surrounded by this * atmosphere. forgive me.
perhaps i just need a new date, i have to forget my kuch kuch hota hey's love. starting this weekend - i'm going to date my jr. he asked me out.. ^ ^ few days ago. it's a good start as a frend n totally not beyond the line. p/s he has a gf way back in his hometown. owh writing this .. it came in sudden tht i've a doubt not to date him. wargh! warghh!! okke gotta go. he's msging me now. tata daisy!