RANDOM-ISM.

when i'm bored. (#18)

retail theraphy works! i tried it out yesterday. but then again, the cure for the itch was only temporary because now i am broke again. BUT! i am loving my new leather sandals and my new leather pouch. (sorry steffi, but they were really nice and leather ark was having a sale)


so many tops that i want from Dorothy Perkins! ohmigosh. i wish the money tree will somehow appear right before me and autumn strikes so all of its leaves will fall to the ground for me to gather and keep. i mean, school is going to start in april i suppose and i have yet not enough tops and bottoms (bottoms as in pants. i've a vast collection of skirts, thank you very much.) for me to wear to school and i absolutely don't want to be an obvious and sad-ass Outfit Repeater.


sitting at home and not doing anything productive but housework and writing fictional stories in anakmelayu has caused serious damage to my brain. right now, i feel that my posts on blogspot are so mundane i should just shut down this blog. then it'll be my third blog that i shut down because of the same reason (which i mostly cover with the 'moving on with a new life' reason). so, since i have been registered as a relief teacher (!!!!) at the Ministry of Education, i am going to call my alma mater tomorrow morning and enquire if they need a substitute. if they don't, then i'm going to call other schools even though kel says, from experience, that i shall be more lonely there but if it's for the sake of working my brains, going out of the house, escape household chores and earning some moolah, i shall do that. thanks joshua reseach for not calling me up for training for that interviewer job you promised me. i am earning 10 dollars a day for doing household chores instead of 13 dollars per interview.


i miss being sixteen. before all of these nonsensical things take place. i miss the year nina told me i was smiling so much more. i miss the year shan and i camwhored so much in class. i miss the year the entire backrow was an ally. i miss the year when everything felt so perfect at the moment even though there are troubles in our mind cos we know there are people to turn to. i miss the year of which i had something to work hard for and something to look forward too. i miss that year of which you had loved me and of which i had loved you too.


memories are such ironies. pfft.

posted by Myz @ 11:31 AM