:: Room on the 3rd Floor :: posted at 11:39 pm
ok i want to complain. i hate it when people simply assume things. i hate it when people put words in your mouth. and i hate it when people do not think before they do or say anything. and that's precisely what et did. i was not upset cos your did not wish me that day. in fact i never was. i never expected your to remember anyway cos unlike some people who...well i really rathre not say. i really do appreciate h/im/er reminding everyone else but i really did not appreciate the fact that s/he told everyone that i was "very upset". and who says this kind of thing? so thanks, ALOT, for ruining my day. i know now that what he did for me was really nothing. and because of that, i'm really upset now, and hurt too. very hurt. so i hope you realize that. alright shall go do more math to numb the pain.:: Room on the 3rd Floor :: posted at 10:41 pm
Someone once said, it's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time. Me...I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember. Even if I don't write it down.:: Room on the 3rd Floor :: posted at 10:18 pm
happy birthday to me. not like it's anything worth getting excited about. pretty normal day. but many many thanks to everyone who remembered. received lots of chocolates. (heh i guess it's a known fact that i adore chocolates) thanks ben dearest for the absolutely mouth-watering chocolate cake! that's the best chocolate cake that i have ever tasted. so presents aside, went to pete's place at grand hyatt for dinner. and the italian food there's just fab! the calamari's not too oily, the mushroom soup is homemade, the pasta's cooked just right, and the creme brulee is the best i've ever had. must learn how to make! so that about sums up my day. right now, i'm barely keeping my eyes open. okies, i'm off to bed.:: Room on the 3rd Floor :: posted at 11:58 pm