Okay.I'm not doing the whole my-life-part-whatever because some people think its stupid.So anyway, SHE has not changed one bit.She is still the same old stupid horse.Neigh to you too Adelyn.Question : Why do guys like to wear baggy stuff and carry messenger bags?? Don't they actually understand how UNappealing they look?? They probably think the total opposite but STILL.They think they are hot by wearing baggy jeans, a baggy graphic shirt and a messenger bag. Worse, these three have colours which do not complement each other! Why? Oh wait. I forgot. THIS IS SINGAPORE. What did I expect anyway?
Happy 20th birthday Patrick!!Loving you more and more each day.
MY LIFE.PART 10.
Finally! I worked after one week. Work was a little crap yesterday. There weren't many customers so it was real boring. Isabel and I munched on sandwiches and peanuts for lunch and dinner and talked a lot. Anyway, reading a book now. FINALLY. A book to read. I was wondering where all my favorite authors had gone to. Call me a geek, whatever. I'm not one to care much of what others think of me anymore. OH GROSS! What is that smell that just wafted in?? Is that the smell of vomit? GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE. Back. Whew. The smell is gone. Anyway, I've been having these really bad stomach aches. I have no idea what exactly is causing them but oh well. Wish you were here.
MY LIFE.PART NINE.
Has it been nine already? Time passes by so fast. Next thing you know, we'll be celebrating my 80th birthday. Anyway, went for the interview today and YYYIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!! I GOT IN!!!!!! Oh who am I kidding. I knew I would get in the minute i stepped into the auditorium. So, YAY! Although its just only foundation but its a step towards my future career! I want to thank the people who wished me luck. People like : my parents, my sisters, Patrick, my friends and my relatives. Wow I got in. It still hasn't exactly sunk in yet.
Anyway, my life going great now. ZZZ. I need to sleep. Feeling real real tired. Long day maybe? Gotta go. Remember : always have peace with your inner-self (sound like some yoga instructor)
MY LIFE.PART EIGHT.
Back to where I am again. Cut to me : sitting on a chair trying to entertain myself by typing about myself. Finally managed to finish up my portfolio. Many thanks to my dad and especially my sister.
I may not be the best for you but I'll make you happy no matter what calls.
Things to do :
- buy comic books
- work
- buy new shoes (4-inch heels)
- watch more anime
- find out my work schedule for next week
- get out of this place
MY LIFE.PART SEVEN.
Amanda means "Worthy of being loved." Literary; poets and playwrights brought this name into popular usage in the seventeenth century. Isn't it interesting? Today is going great so far. Drawing, listening to music, day dreaming, smiling. Yawn. Question : Do we actually thank people for the things they do for us? I'm happy for the many things in my life. Thank you Mom for bringing me into this world. Thank you Dad for being supportive of me in everything I do. Thank you, my two beloved sisters for adding the laughter and joy in my life. Thank you Patrick for making me happy and smiling always.
Okay so you may be thinking "What the heck is wrong with her today?" Well, can't answer that because I'm not so sure myself.
MY LIFE.PART SIX.
Did I do the right thing? I don't even know how I'm actually feeling. Maybe that's what life is about. There are doors which are not meant to be opened. Nobody knows my real past. I never really expected much out of life. I just wanted to fall in love, get married, settle down and have kids. I never knew that I would want to have a career in fashion designing. Hah. What am I even talking about?
MY LIFE.PART FIVE.
Let's face it. I am a weird person. I'm unpredictable and a little psychotic (A LITTLE!!). For example, on Valentine's day, I saw people walking around with bunches of red roses. But what do I want? A bunch of white roses, red roses and pink roses. Hah! It's not like anyone's gonna give it to me. Anyway, two more pieces before I finally finish my portfolio. Can't wait till next saturday (note of sarcasm). And for the record, I'm still sick. Though it has gone down a notch but, still. ARGHHH. I'm so bored I'm gonna scratch my eyes out. Dad wants me to watch x-files with him again. I think I'm gonna stay at home a lot next week ( hint, hint Patrick). lol. See?? I'm being psychotic again. Hmm a little groggy. Think I'm gonna go nap.
p/s- GET ME OUT OF THIS COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!