be an apple that grows on top.
Friday, November 10, 2006
mood: SUPER OK
music: super ok - zolof the Rock and Roll Destroyer
music: super ok - zolof the Rock and Roll Destroyer
Girls are like apples on trees.
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys dont want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead,they get the rotten apples from the ground that arent as good, but easy.
So the apples up top think something wrong with them, when in reality they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree to get them.
u shant be sad anymore, okay pretty?
be a happy good apple on top of the tree, and keep growing, growing, growing.
tell yourself you've got the best you can ask for
tell yourself everyone loves you.
tell yourself you dont need a man. (cos they suck, duh)
tell me why i love you!
COS URE SWEET! duh-
oh-oh-oh. i have PLANS coming. i have PLANS!
from today on, i wont waste my holidays anymore. i promise i promise i promise!
im tired of lazing the day away, AND THEN complaining on my blog how bored i am, then worrying that i didnt do anything. i think im being terribly stupid to do that.
im going out with my poohclique
i wana go out with puiian! ASAP
i wana catch a movie with JOAN!
i wana go out with my cuzzies!
i wana take my first virgin step into WWW
im going to finish lots of homework, so everyone will gush at my dilligence
BEN&JERRY's not going to employ me.
im not very sad, in fact. i dont feel anything. cos ive got an alternative choices. arent tt GREAT? i can get it when i grow up and stuff. now, maybe not ((:
no job = free time (but no money)
free time = fun (without money)
possible? if there's a will there's a way (:
OH, and im going to get my phone soon. come everyone, CHEER FOR ME! dont be stupid la, cheer now can.
im so frikkin happy laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
new phone = big bundles of joy
big bundles of joy = happy qixuan
infected by those strawberry kisses.
and that sweet mango scent.
telling myself not to think of you makes everyday meaningless.i suddenly miss taina, so much.
telling myself not to love you anymore makes me so empty inside
but i'll live on, i'll live on...