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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I'm feeling particularly moody today. For about 2 months I was fine. Contributing factors? I can't name a single incident but I guess it's just a build up from little things. From unreplied messages,to worrying over the vodcast,to wondering over the behaviour of a certain friend to pet peeves at work. But I'm sorry,I can't afford to blast off at them.The best I could do is probably mentally kill them and ship them off to the butchers. Does it take a person with an IQ of 180 to know that to dispose anything you had your saliva on that is not a product of Ben and Jerry's?Or is it just plain laziness/inconsideration/ignorance/stupidity? My goodness,the very behaviour of some singaporeans are like fingernails on chalkboard.It breathes down my neck.

and then there're people who go MIA on you after borrowing your hard earned money. And there're not just people.Your supposdly 'best friend.' Borrowing money and then pulls a disappearing act on you when it's time to return.The best thing?It's not the first time and the very soft-hearted friend gives in and hands her the money,convincing herself that this time she's gonna return. but nooo.

and you,you,you,you,you. I don't exactly know what to say next. 'cause saying,typing a 10 pages long letter,telling you in your face doesn't really help anymore.If anything,I'm just as confused.No.The actions makes me confused.

And the vodcast.It's about done right now and I hope that everything falls into place.

And school.Test tomorrow,haven't read a single thing.

Makes me wonder the value of friendships.
Makes me think of the number of friends I can really say I'm close to.
Makes me ponder over a certain relationship.
Makes me wish that i wasn't so busy and stressed up. And not wish that I'm busy when I'm not so busy.
Makes me want to spew some profanities but I can't 'cause it's not right.
Makes me upset that I'm thinking of spewing some profanities.

When your day's spoilt, and when the cardigan falls to the floor you'll wanna rip it apart.

I wrote my heart down.
11:51 PM



Hello,what's your name?

Name:Natalie Wong
Age:20
Birthday:30th May 1987
School: Undergrad at Murdoch Uni(Mass Communications)
Oh yes, it's the self- introduction section again where you're supposed to pigeon hole yourself in 50 words.(labelling allowed)Well, I believe in someone called Jesus and that in itself has changed my character and life in many ways. That's about it. Talk to me and you can have the right to label me further.|



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