appropriation,
i have committed none,
to take him for my own use,
was never blatantly done.

sorry for causing the insecurities,
sorry for all the concerns,
but silly silly you...
and all your f*ckd up paranoia.

chain him if it makes you happy,
make him your prisoner if you please,
he was never mine in the first place,
and will never be!

go ahead... keep you're better half,
who is your everything and the world,
because my world stays the same,
with or without him.

so i say welcome,
for the times i defended you,
when he came to me,
annoyed at you and doubtful of the relationship.

because you see,
appropriation of someone's feelings,
i have committed none,
just you and your covetous self.

tears and blood spill in my veins
the aching pain of betrayal began
a friend is no longer a friend
but who's to blame?
the friend or the growing personality disorder that has slowly taken over

it's sad to see such a beauty defiled...
her harmless search for an identity soured
semblance of personalities used to hide a dreary self identity away
her new found confidence exerted to steal any attention that comes your way.

you sick sick girl
is that what you craved for
feeling mortally victorious when all eyes are on you
did that help in feeding your growing megalomania?

long queues are expected in front of Kuching City Parking System every 23rd of the month as car users fight for the limited monthly season parking coupons.

learning from past experience, (queue number given to me last month was 194 despite reaching at 6.40 am) desperation brought me there at dawn just so that i could get a better number. to my astonishment a long line was formed since 5 in the morning. the picture below was taken at 5.45 am.

by 6.45am, the centre was still closed believed to be deliberately done. shutting us out and turning us bona fide purchasers into barbaric hooligans. the once well formed line disappeared and a dishevelled crowd emerged... people were pushing and shoving. it was chaotic. the people standing in front were at one point crushed towards the shutter but that didnt stop the pushing, everybody was too stubborn to back down.

by 7, there was an influx of people and the crowd grew. the centre was finally opened and the machine that gave out numbers was brought out. afraid that the situation might go out of hand, the security decided that he should be the one pressing the numbers and giving it out. there was no system. taller people had the obvious advantage as they could reach out for the number. people started pushing more. the crowd went out of hand.

i was caught in the middle where people were tryin to get out of the crowd and into the crowd, i was squeezed. i felt my feet stepped on a couple of times. my body jabbed by an unknown stranger. bt i was determined to fight for the number. then came an overprotective dad who shouted for us to let his daughter out and used his strong arms as a weapon. i saw a small space between the girl and i and as i was about to let her through, i felt a sudden force frm the back pushing me towards the crowd, hitting my chest onto the person in front of me. protective dad managed to get his daughter out. i lost my balance.

it was a moment of madness, from the time i lost my balance to the time i finally gt the number. the brain works in funny ways, i suddenly see things in a slow mode, i cudnt hear well and thoughts of deadly human crush disasters came into my mind. bt i managed... i managed to get the bloody number and to get out of the crowd. i came out shaking... my right foot was bruised and my chest hurt, another girl came out crying. 50 years of independence and civilization and who would think that a piece of paper would turn us into uneducated barbarians. shame on the guys who took advantage and were far from courteous.

there is something seriously wrong with the system. we're talking about cramping the purchasing of season parkings from 30 different areas in one day. my area in bukit mata kuching has 80 slots to fight for and that is one of the smaller areas. so roughly we're talking about more than 2,400 season parkings to buy in ONE FREAKING DAY. so you can imagine the turnout and the wait. it took me a whole lot of guts to be squeezed in a crowd like that, a number of unfriendly stares frm the overworked counter lady serving me and 3 hours of wait just to get ONE seasonal parking coupon. something needs to be done. that is something the council has to implicitly ponder on.

am gonna kiss eric kripke on the cheeks for being such a genius. i was a regular follower of the series back in season 1, who became a fan in season 2. Now with only 7 episodes showing in their third season, am already an ADDICT.

46 words and a picture, yet i havent mentioned the name of the series. SUPERNATURAL is the given name and every week, two hotties driving around the states in a sexy 1967 chevy impala, hunting paranormal events based on folklore and urban legends are all reasons to make a girl "titillated" (nt the paranormal events, the guys and the impala)



i'll still watch supernatural even if jensen is more cross-eyed than he already is and puts on cherry lip gloss.

i'll still watch supernatural even if jensen's well developed abs turns into a flabby maggoty pale belly.

i'll still watch supernatural even if jensen has a flat package with no visible bulge and his deep soothing voice is substituted with a high-pitch whiny voice.

i'll still watch supernatural even if jensen has deformed feet, short legs, fat arms and is practically hairless like how Stardoll suggested and i dun wan jensen to be out of work because of the writers guild strike. :(

i'll do the same for jared padalecki though i'll still watch supernatural even if producers decide to kill his character off which is highly unlikely.

argh... something should be done!!!!!! i honestly am not in the mood to watch reruns over and over and over again!!!

stop the strike.... please!?!?!?!?

measurements: systolic (134mmHg) diastolic (88mmHg) range: borderline

all it takes is a skip of a month's pay...

and i'm having high blood pressure from thoughts of being broke...

am stressed!!!!!

when is my boss paying my freaking salary... it's JULY damnit!!!!

skip another week and i'll prolly have hypertension, resulting to pills at a tender age of 21... (22 in aug)

... now that would come in handy :)

today i woke up grouchier than ever...

phyllis is not happy today...
why? BCUZ IT'S FREAKIN' FEBRUARY ALREADY

forgive me for being un-forbearing on this post...

thx to you... my hormones are out of control, i have stress cultivate pimples, n my tummy can pass off as natural floats...

thx to you... my binges are now legendary, my temper is full of fury and my face is damn oily!

SYMPTOMS!!!!! u give me all the symptoms n yet u've successfully gone MIA since DECEMBER

my boobs have been sore... i'm constantly hot wen i think my ovulation process should have stop long ago... and now panty liners are my new found BFFs because it gets 2 g00ey down under...

do you think by waiting you make me a patient gurl... welll think again!

it certainly doesn't help when my worries reverberate constantly in my ears...
i wonder at your sudden departure and crumple thinking that when you do come... you're gonna give me a great time filled with cramps and heavy flows...

next stop @ the pharmacy... am gonna get me some more hormone pills or maybe a pregnancy test kit... though i implicitly believe the test will be negative...

and to make matters worst, i found this on the net...

'a normal woman menstrual cycles vary from shortest 21 days to longest 35 days. menstrual cycles vary in length from an average of 29 days in orangutans to an average of 37 days in chimpanzees'

great so i'm an abnormal woman who has menstrual cycles longer than a chimpanzee's... pfft... u got me this time... your act of sheer malevolence really got me this time!!!!