Everything's f-ed up.
My f-ing neighbour is playing her f-ing piano at almost 11pm.
I have no f-ing inspiration for the f-ing submission due on tues.
My f-ing laptop hanged at the f-ing time when i'm trying to get some f-ing entertainment to relieve the f-ing stress.
f-ing stress up.
my mind is jammed with f-ing nonsensical rubbish.
we shall just get drunk and dance all we want.
only for tonight.
i'm feeling so useless.
design is my passion and strength? what bullshit.
good friend? i'm never.
pretty? just lies.
i grew up hearing compliments on my sister's beauty,
people always say:
"wa, ah bing's eyes very big, grow up sure babe..' ,
'meimei. why are you so tom-boy, your jiejie so pretty why you dont girl abit' ,
'ah bing mei nu sia, meimei why eh..'
and when i go to mama shop to get titbits, what i'll always heard would be
'boyboy what you wanna buy?'
i heard praises, but none were for me.
i've never wanted to be a manly girl,
but i've grown up, taught to be one.
