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♥ JOLEEN ♥




♥ I WANTS! ♥


♥ new camera
♥ iphone 4S
♥ Prada Bag
♥ LV Hampstead
♥ Chanel earrings
♥ lunch bag
♥ More heels!
♥ SHED POUNDS!
♥ earn more money
♥ SAVE more money
♥ hopefully to start my driving lessons =/
♥ apply for a flat, i didnt manage to get one months back
♥ Bali trip for me & b
♥ go on another trip w swt again
♥ get another bag for myself
♥ buy more heels!
♥ SAVE.



♥ TUNES ♥



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Thursday, 5 February 2009
PHEW!

Have been rather busy or say tired later.

A couple of new things.
- new environment
- new people
- new job scope
- new er... if i can think of more.

i've been reaching home rather late this week, not cause of OT but end work a bit later and meeting up friends after tat, tts why.
Had a nice catching up with shan and anna yesterday, though the man purpose was to buy food for saturday's steamboat but ended up chilling at Subway bitching around.
Talk about many many things and sort of find out that we've all grown up (isn't it a bit too late?), the topics that we talked about are totally different from what we crap during our secondary schools day. During those days, our craps are really craps, like bitching about who has got the ugliest hair in the next class, who has slept with who and stuff, but now, we talk about our work, when we're gona get married and who's gona be our "jie mei" for the day. I know it sounds rather funny, but at different stages of life, we tend to think more into the future and thinking more makes you wondering more....

Like me, i've been consistently wondering whether is he the right one for me, our r/s has turned stagnent and we're ALWAYS quarrelling. I dun know whether i'm the one who don't get what's he trying to say or he's the one who is out of his mind. He has been neglecting the r/s and he admits it, since he knows it, which means he purposely dun bother about it. what kind of damn bf is this?! im really giving up, tired of every single shit in the r/s.
Since he doesn't care, why make myself so miserable?

i cry myself to sleep sometimes just becos of it, coming to think of it, it's all not worthwhile.
why cry for someone who doesnt even care, he reminds me of someone else, someone bastard as well.
tears are flooding out of my eye soon but i know i can hold it.
i don't wanna cry for someone who dun know how to appreciate me, i dun wanna cry for someone like him.

NOW I KNOW LOVE IS NOTHING, IT DOESN'T SEEM SO GREAT AFTERALL.

FUCK YOU VALENTINES' DAY.

im letting off my hands.
why such hard feelings?
we just quarrelled again.

and i guess we're really over.