doing a bridget jones

A thunderous silence
breaks through my thoughts.
What was once many great ideas
is now a triumph, lost.

Baffling words tumble through my mind.
Reflections of darkness hover.
A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me,
and inside myself, I take cover.

What would it be like to stay there forever?
To be lost in all my cares?
From the inside, looking out -
I cry silent tears.



sighssss... pms.
sometimes, i think i'm too nice.
sometimes, i think i'm too nasty.
and i am probably more than 60 kg now.
bridget jones in making.
only thing which cheered me up.
isetan private sale and fcuk sale starting this week
oh yar girlies, fcuk sale starting this friday at tangs. probably the very very old seasons. can go take a look but will probably be disappointed.
and i got a polka dot dress from topshop which was cheap. but i realised how how how how blooooody fat i look in it ony when i got home.
really. probably will embarrass donovan badly at his certificate ceremony this friday with my appearance. god i look like a 100 pounds right now. my face is perpetually swollen and my arms are like trotters and my thighs? oh boy i bet it resembles the elephant's. wtf is wrong with me. honestly.

i really hate working at marina sq. the air con is always at 21 degress. which is blooooody cold if all you wear is a tshirt and pants and you stand there for the whole frigging there doing nothing and being picked at by some obnoxious bitch almost everyday. wtf is wrong with you pple!!
i really wish to call it quits, but there's just 9 more days before everything is over. ggrrr. *bear with it bear with it*


AAARRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*bangs head against the wall*