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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

WHAT THE HELL.


You say that I'm messing with your head
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All 'cause I was making out with your friend
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love hurts, whether it's right or wrong
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're on your knees,
beggin' please
'stay with me'
But honestly,
I just need to be a little crazy

All my life I've been good but now,
I'm thinking 'What the hell'
All I want is to mess around,
and I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me,
you can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now,
whoa 'What the hell'

What,
What,
What,
What the hell

So what if I go out on a million dates
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You never call or listen to me anyway
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'd rather rage than sit around and wait all day
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't get me wrong,
I just need some time to play (yeah)

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/what-the-hell-lyrics-avril-lavigne.html ]


You're on your knees,
beggin' please
'stay with me'
But honestly,
I just need to be a little crazy

All my life I've been good but now,
I'm thinking 'What the hell'
All I want is to mess around,
and I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me,
you can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now,
whoa 'What the hell'

La la la la la la la la, whoa, whoa
La la la la la la la la, whoa, whoa

You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed

All my life I've been good but now,
I'm thinking what the hell (what the hell)
All I want is to mess around and I don't really care about (I don't care about)
All my life I've been good but now, I'm thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around and I don't really care about. (if you love me)
If you love me (no), if you hate me (no)
You can't save me, baby, baby (if you love me)
All my life I've been good but now, whoa, what the hell

La la, La la la la la la, La la, La la la la la la la

原来.

原来喜欢一个人的时候也会有点苦. 真不知如和是好.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Too much on my mind.

I know it's late and I should be having an REM experience. However, all I can think about now is to pen down these thoughts: Have we replaced "happily ever after" with "happily orgasmic"?

I have to admit, the breakup led me bitter and angry. However, I would not apologize for the effects of it. It would be like saying, "I'm sorry for being woman." After all, men tend to think we women are emotional. I guess it wouldn't be fair to call our counterparts robotic and heartless. My point exactly.

So any how. My insomnia is due to my ex-boyfriend's message on my formspring. By the way, I changed my URL. Partly to evade him and his stalking girlfriend in Canberra. So back to his message. He has threatened to harm (I'm not to sure if it's the right word) my family; considering the fact when we were dating, he actually criticized my mom and my kid sister. I get no one in the Woo clan is perfect. But I dare say I have never once bad-mouth his side of people.

He mentioned I am being childish. Well, I have never once admitted my (break-up) thoughts to be mature. Ha.

Lastly, he went on to insinuate my actions are wrong. Zzz. OMG. I'm just coping. How's that wrong? A breakup is like the death of a relationship. So, I'm just grieving in my own way the death of the relationship. How is that wrong now?

Enough on the crazy ex. Haha. I have come to realize, stories like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White have been replaced by ones with jaded endings like Sex & the City or Gossip Girl. Of course I'm guilty as charged for getting hooked on such shows. I on the other hand, just can't help and wonder, "Are kids getting too jaded these days?"

Even my kid sister's generation does seem to be growing up a little too fast for my liking. At her age, I was still figuring out how mascaras work. Today, Brenda is able to rim her eyes with black liner! A make up technique I only learnt when I was 18.

Sometimes, I question, "Where has all the romance gone to?" I recall those 14/15 year old puppy romances I once had. Phone calls at night that lasted for hours, even the act of holding hands seemed so Shakespearean. Today, I get IM-ed for sex or even worse, a request for cyber sex. (Ok, the latter hasn't really happened.) Where is the romance?? Where is the simple act of writing a love letter in hand-written hard copy? Where is the simple stroll in the park? Or even star-gazing? Or serenades over the window?

Sex has replaced romance. It's sad. How now brown cow?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

NTU.

As I sit in my dad's car waiting for my sister to end her tedious lab work at NTU, I am in thought with his flaws. Seriously. To think, he kept criticizing my family. And never once did I do that. Like wtf is that for. And on top of that, I have a feeling he might die really early though. Considering his pretty interesting diet. Good luck to him and her on that part. I'm just glad I don't have to be involved anymore.
I know I haven't been writing much. I guess it's partly due to too much writing from journalism. Then in some way I have lost all topics to write on too!
Oh. Some time last week, I visited the academic advisor. Well, it appears that I have to be a student for another semester. Damn. Oh well. At least now I'm not having too much boy troubles. Hooray on that!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Gleek.

I'm a Gleek for sure. I can't stop listening to their songs. Of course I could relate to the "high school" genre. Hello to life in poly and uni. It's not always that smooth-sailing. Well, when you're different from the perceived common, it's harder for the majority to accept. Oh well. That's life. It's harder especially to younger people.

And I'm also wondering how come there's an increased readership from Australia? Hmmm.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Oh whatever.

It's not official. But I'm about to leave school soon! Graduation in September! Woohoo!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Seriously. (Think Cristina Yang's sarcastic voice)

Seriously? When this girl says no, it means no. There's no such thing as "Oh. I don't know." that could mean "You might get that chance." Fuck yeah no.

Ok. For me "Maybe." is code for "Have a great time waiting, I'm trying to put you down." If you're that dense or simply stupid enough not to understand or just trying to test my patience, then you have yet to taste my wrath. Like seriously, don't mess with me.

One property agency has seriously pissed me off that way. ERA. Seriously, out of the many phone calls your representatives have made, don't tell me not a single one is clever enough to pick out my annoyance on the calls? Wow! Then that's no wonder the company decides on such a stupid method to create sales! I'm appalled! Apparently being the largest property agency in Singapore, does seem to be a little of an empty vessel. And I'm now madly tempted to just learn property on my own. So when my folks really sell this place, at least the 2% commission is kept within the Woo family. Damn. I love being educated.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Random.

I'm bored at my Sociology class. I think it's just me being unable to pay attention to my lecturer since she's only a year older than me. Like seriously. I'm also still kinda bothered by the fact she's teaching me since she's a peer. Sigh. I need to be able to blog better. :/

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Cory Monteith

Singlehood's a little tough. It's almost 6am and I'm feeling really lonely in bed. Yes. I'm feeling that rather fucked up toll. Oh well. Any how, I'm also entitled to fantasies. So right now, I'm madly in love with Cory Monteith. Or Finn Hudson from Glee. I think he's cute. For real cute. And actually I do hope my next guy's like him cute.


He is so cute. Sigh.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Great. Now what?

Just finished my re-runs of Sex and the City. I blame my lack of discipline and that download of Funshion for my decision to give up writing my journalism piece. Oh well. What's done is done.

I got my review back on my article. Not fantastic. Well, that I know. Ha. Actually I was so confused writing that article. I accept her comments on the piece. I'm not saying that I'm a bad writer. I can write. In fact I have awesome grammar. Grammar that's way better than my Soc 101 lecturer's. And I still can't wrap my finger around the fact she's only 25?!?!!! Shoot me now. I'm rather appalled by my school's choice of teacher staff. For sociology in that matter. First it was Debbie Tan - a frigid bitch that had an ego too big for her. Now there's the young one. I have serious doubts about her credibility. She's in fact asking us to create the questions for her mid-terms, which I'm pulling an all-nighter for. And I had the WTF face as I wrote that.

I guess now, I'm going back to mugging and Rachmaninoff's piano concerto number 2.

Monday, March 07, 2011

Ever changing.

As human beings, we are ever changing. Today, I realized that I might not be cut out for this journalism route in life. The day before I was so hoping to get that journalistic job in London. Aren't we ever changing? Or rather just me? It is so ironic when we (or I) selfishly prefer things not to change. I suppose it's because we (or I) just cannot handle change. It is like being the person that farted and you can't smell the scent. I know. Interesting analogy. But isn't that true?

Well. I just thought I should write a little here and there, just to get into the mood of writing. Any how, I have the strangest question ever. How do snails reproduce? Like seriously.

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

That reflection post you write about when you turn a year older?

Yes. Yes. The title does seem a little too long. But, that's what I am going to write about. I'm actually just following suit with the rest of the online journals of the world. I guess it's just a norm. So here it goes.

So what's so special about turning 24? Well, I suppose it was just the thought of turning full cycle on my lunar horoscope; being at the age of the rabbit again. I guess to me it's the notion of comfort being in the year of the rabbit. Oh well. That's me.

Actually being a year older doesn't really have much impact on me, as compared to a really drastic event happening to me. Say the breakup? I won't deny that age does mature my thoughts and actions. In the past or before I turned 24, I would have be oblivious to the mess in my room. I'm clearing it soon. Or to the advances of random guys. Or to the sarcastic remarks from idiots. And yes, in the past, I would have snapped instantaneously to those remarks. Today, I'll just let it fly over me like a sudden breeze. Of course, I'm not that cool all the time.

Turning a year older is just like celebrating New Year's Day again. Well, you get 365 days to be that age, and then you celebrate that day you turn older for the next 365 days. How interesting is that. Ok. Maybe not. But think about the excitement that a new age brings. I know for me being 24 will definitely be much more awesome than being 23! And now. I'm going to sleep my 24 year old ass off.