it isn't doing any good.

who said anything about cheese.
I ain't happy today. No cheese fest today.

I am not emotional.
I am not that sad, too.
'Pissed' could kill your curiosity.

I just realized...
That there are just some things in this world that you love, that can't stay on the reason on why you love 'em.
They just change in one flick of your eyes.

As if no one will be affected with their immaturity.

As if nobody will care on what actions they will do.

But fortunately, when they are also awakened with the changes happening all around him/her,
He/ She will also turn back from the post.

I know, I know.
Life just have to wait for the good things.

no, i am definitely not referring to somebody.
but i am referring to everybody.

Why does everybody wants to be famous?
You know... lots of friends online, lots of comments, lots of pageviews, heaps of praise, heaps of followers, bunch of stalkers and other intolerable examples.

It doesn't really matter.
(but in some twisted situation, it matters)

I dont know why I am writing about this.
But I think it's just too absurd to compare everything you have to another just to make you higher. (okay out of the topic already)

Im downright sick with people asking me to make this, that and shiz.

I am plain tired with competing.

It's as if this internet life is whole f*cking game.
It isn't. It's just to be connected with everybody.

[But I really liked it when they compliment me! Really! I feel loved!
And I really love that feeling 'cause I'm always weary this days and I really need that feeling most of the time]

Bouncing back to what I am saying awhile ago.
Why do people wants to be famous.
To be honest, I've been a talk of the town once and it wasn't so fun.

Yeah yeah, you got some privileges.

But where's your privacy. None.
I tell you none.

Every move you make, there's someone to comment.
Every mistake you take, there's someone to laugh at you.

It's hard.

And dont get me wrong, I ain't famous.

Anyhow, what a random blog.
Mock mock mock mock mock mock.

Goodnight, says the mocking bird.

ticking for an older you.

a few hours left, people will start greeting 'happy birthday' without them knowing my age.
I've been spending 15 years here on earth already.
It's quite boring. Haha. No. Chemistry add a little twist to it.

I just realized..
If every year I'm getting older... it means, every second I'm growing older, too.
So know I am one second older. And now I am four seconds older 'cause I'm slow in typing.
Actually, my point here is life's just so fast. I'm not being emotional here. I just began realizing that a million seconds more I'll be on my death bed with my husband. We don't really know how. But lets estimate it. We'll be dying by 50's if we don't try things that is good for us.

I am not doing any good for my body except my daily exercise.
Too bad I can't reach the age where earthlings can no longer feel traffic on the road.
They'll be using flying mobile already.

Anyways, happy birthday to me tomorrow.
I'm gonna sleep now.
Chemistry twisted my brain this afternoon.
The long test was a whack!

Today.

I'll be leaving for hongkong today.
At exactly 8pm.

My morning's just so good that I want to find beef jerky in Hongkong!
I just can't remember where I bought it last time.

Anyhow, I hate it when I mix my morning drink.
I get up; Go downstairs; Get my starbucks mug;
Get a spoon; Scoop 2 spoon full of milo; And get 3 spoon full of milk.
Then I'll add water.
After adding the water, ants suddenly rise up from my customize drink.
I mean, what the heck does an ant doing on my drink?!
Ah, it's from the milo powder.
Ants really indulged their sweet tooth, huh.

So the hardest part of it was getting rid of them one by one.
I do this every morning so I guess I'm getting better in it.

Anyways, just updating.
I wouldn't be able to this in five days in hongkong.
Bummer.

You, sitting in front the computer, trying to escape breakout from boredom.
I agree. Internet is addicting. But you don't know that it is boring 'cause of its tedious repetition.

Every time I plug the router to activate our internet, I open the same site.
I open the same stuffs.
I see the same crap.
I feel bored.

But then again, we feel busy.
That's why it is not preferred as boring.

So much for my internet perspective.

I know have my DSLR Canon 450D.
Can you believed it?
I still cannot.

I had it last Sunday, November 2.
Happy birthday! :)
I named him Clide.
He thought that maybe it was a good name for a baby.
Well it was.
Until I knew that the name Clide is the name of the first serial killer.
(From Shao)
And that Clide is the name of the orange ghost and pacman. Haha.

Anyways, I am looking forward in using it at Hongkong tomorrow :)


November 4.
Happy Birthday to us, Honey.
I love you a bunch.

BYE, says the mockingbird who loves beef jerky hongkong style.

Happy Birthday to us.

Wow.

A seven month affair sounds odd for me.
They know me as the easy shit who stays in a relationship for a month or less .

I know.
I am a bluffer.

I started faking after I realized I'm still inlove with a guy I dumped on my gradeschool years. I am a certified idiot.

Thank you.

I don't fake them, actually.
I am not that awful.
I simply try to love them. Then eventually I will.
Then after sometime it will blench. It will fade as soon as our first monthsary ends or worse, as soon as I begin to get tired of 'em.

After a year, I realized that I can now say that I am fed up with what I am doing.
I am still inlove with this boy.

The hell.

I waited for him and it's not just for the heck of it.
I want to wait 'cause I want to be with him.

Yeah, yeah. The Girlfriend.
I didn't fought with her, I swear.
I was just surprised when I heard negative things about me from her friends.
Maybe I was wrong because I waited for him?
Ah, or maybe I was wrong 'cause I am still heck inlove with him?
I don't really know what's wrong with it.
But it's over. I want it to be over.
And I am pretty sure she ended this issue long before I did.

And so I waited...

For a year and a couple of months, a girl was waiting for a boy to come back.
How absurd, Tine.
Stupid.

I am pretty stupid when it comes to love.
Cheeesy.

And you think I stood still while I was waiting for a year?
You think wrong.
I gave up for a couple of times.
Never worked.

Blah blah blah.

To cut to the story short, The guy eventually came back and regained his love again.
Now we're still together for seven months and running.

I should have tell the short way instead.
Haha. Oh well.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
SEVEN MONTHS.
The Longest in my record!

What happened with blogger.

I was rather pissed when I started pounding my keyboards the time I can't open my blog.
I was like, "Why does everytime I make a new account, I suddenly can't open it!" I thought it was a hacker.

But who the heck will hack mine.

Then I read the note beside the box.

Ah, new thingy google blogger related whatever.

OK.



So I made this one.
I hope you can understand what I meant.

I know you will.

BYE, says the online mockingbird.