just one of the days when you want to talk/type about lots of things but the mind is really tired. yep.. thats me today.
i was watching the live band last night, alone... kinda cool coz i have not done that before. saw a few pengkids... sorry to say but i kinda get the eariee feeling to see them around. better not say too much coz i do have pengkids friends.. hehehe :D but i guess at certain age, some people should realized that they are not cute anymore? :O anyway, i enjoyed the live band for about 1.5 hours there. left around 1130pm and got home just before midnight. and i saw kak ros the masseur was at home... and yes... i got a nice relaxing massage at home till just before 2am... :) how nice uh...
and now joey is disturbing me writing in my blog.. because.. i am using his asus... heh heh :D oh ok... now he just kissed me.. hahah :D and he is doing that irritating sounds... just to bug me.. kekeke :D oh gosh... now lisa is singing in the room... helpppp....
question: i have got this not nice feeling... its like you dont really like someone but you are sort of forced to pretend whenever that person is around. and i dont know if i can do that any longer. what should i do ah? i just dislike not that i hate... i just couldnt stand the bitchiness.. there you go... *sigh* and i was reading the 'bride' magazine last night which mentioned 'i dont have to feel obligated to invite people whom i dont want to'... hmmmm...
i better sign off now... joey is talking in my ear... and my sister is already in the room... so, no more mood to write :P
good night people... sweet dreams :*
Labels
self improvement
love
fun
relationship
joey
health
lisa
general info
parenting
friendship
religion
frustration
review
diving
sad
nuskin
customer service
hadiainstory
AKO Fitness
lifestyle
restaurant review
gratitude
hotel review
self development
FroggieRuns
weight loss
apartment therapy
home improvement
personal
apartmenttherapy
quotes
coaching
positive-vibes
complaint
December 4, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment