Oh, Virginia Rude!

I know i should not be doing up this entry right now,
not when i am bombed with 3 reports all to be submitted on Friday.

But i feel like i am going to explode from it all

Its hardly even a week from when we last met,
sometimes not meeting can be a good thing,
at least to some couples.

We all need our own time, for friends, for school,
for yourself, for doing the things you like to do,
for those "i-just-want-to-be-left-alone-in-my-solitary-world" moments.

Spending my time being on the phone with you,
can be a tad scary.
We're not talking about happy light talks, but third parties you always thought existed.

Its either about J, K and all your suspects.
Then the fight begins, everything is so heavy.

Its always ours,
that is always different from what my friends have,
that is always full of quarrels and upsetting fights,
that is always full of misunderstandings.
Clearing them all up within such a short time, is never possible.

I am busy with mystery shopping,doing up some reports, my tongue swells and i have difficulty talking, or i just fall asleep before 11pm.
its not like we HAVE to talk every single night you know.

When i am silent with my phone in school;
and don't send as many messages as you expected to be within your daily quota,
or when i don't call you when i am home, or before going to bed;
means i don't fancy you enough.

I do not really want to say this but,
you cyber-stalking on my online site accounts,
" who adds me, who leaves me comments, who talks to me, who i am close to.."
Friendster, Myspace, Facebook, Livejournal.
is really rubberband tight choking.

You have your own friends,
i want to have mine too.

Someone who's got a dick in between the legs,
does not necessarily imply that they're hitting on me
or we have something oh-so-scandalous going on.

The last thing i would need now, or ever;
(project submission deadlines to rush or not)

is you always thinking that you are so fucking god damn right in everything you assume.
Because you are SO wrong this time.

Its like i have to live out all your expectations,
answering the phone with a cheery voice when i am not feeling good at all,
forcing me to share my little bits i would like to keep to myself, not everyone likes sharing their problems.
always questioning me about the guys or guy friends i am close with now,
send XXX number of messages to you,
asking about who,what,whom i am texting, or calling when i am out with you when i so happen to fish out my mobile.
the clothes i wear, the things i like, the music i listen to, you can ALWAYS relate them to some random guy and push force everything to make it seem like my fault.

Oh, REASON?
 just because you're un-assured, jealous, angry.
I am telling you right now, i am very stressed out by your actions,
not even including the bulk from my deadlines yet.

i tried to tell you the problems,
but i sense no change.
Nothing like how it used to be.

I can't tolerate,
anymore.


P/S:  i know you're going to call or verbal fight with me till i explain all my pointers in this post, or make me remove this entry.

You can go tell all your friends, bad shit about me.

I did a tongue piercing, like finally.
i had dabbled with the idea of having one for many years now, but have never seriously considered about getting it done.

I ventured out to INKed, somewhere i have never been to previously.
I took my last full meal before heading there to be holed,
i kinda knew i wouldn't be able to eat for the next few weeks or days at least.

So the process was really really snappy.
He had me gargle my mouth, dabbed my tongue dry,
did some markings for positioning then clasped it with a tong,
which hurt a little due to the pressure.

I wasn't really ready, and i was sticking my tongue out with the clamp in place,
mouthing the words as clearly as i can " OMG, im so scared. "
Before i could even finish my slurry sentence, the needle was forced in.

My saliva was dribbling like crazy, and i can feel my tongue throbbing away.
Then, i was basically silent for the entire evening throughout.

I think, this is the diet investment ever.
I snack lesser now, and i will also take extra pre-cautionary actions such as Mouth Gargle and Saline Rinses.

Research and Stories from friends and forums had told me that this is one of the least painful piercings there is, but it is exactly the opposite for me.
My mommy finds tongue piercing the worst, and the grossest because its has have nerve endings and can cause major discomfort.
(She doesn't have a problem with my nape.)

My daily diet for now, consists of soften/mashed overcooked pasta, porridge, soggy french fries (kept for over 2 hours) and iced lollies.
Eating today wasn't a big problem as compared to yesterday, i just chewed off center.
I have to wash the chewed food down, with water because i can't swallow
and also it flushes everything down and acts as a gargle.

I can't seem to speak properly; i would slur a lot in speeches.
and i hate it whenever im being prompted to repeat myself all over again!
I am and will be extremely grouchy until the swelling reduces.
My tragic tongue looks like a huge fishcake with a million on-tongue ulcers on the surroundings.

Oh, yes!
Y.Z did it the following day as well.
We're both short-tongues with speech deficiency problems.

I love the 9pm Chinese Drama on Channel 8.
I haven't been watching telly or a fan of local dramas for the longest time, and this seriously cracks me up.
A better local production than ANY of Jack Neo's productions that reflects on the locals.

I also LOVE Gossip Girl.  :) :) :)




Ps:   i love you Leah, do get back on your feet again. i will be there for you.

 My phone is gone, stolen, spoilt.
All previous stored contacts gone, 
please be patient if you need to contact me and if i question your identity.

I just came back from pooping in the school loo, the shit is green.
YZ came into my cubicle because it was so green, so pure its almost neon.
I've heard an old wives' tale that green shit is a sign that i have got a shock hence the absurd coloring. =/