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29 January 2005


Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

~ { 3:32 PM }
drops of jupiter



i swear from now on i'll study my brains out
get into a U

From now on, i will be rich.

I AM JEALOUS.

~ { 1:35 PM }
drops of jupiter


28 January 2005


People read my blog! LOL..didnt know i have "loyal" supporters

Argh...don't talk about airheads..the thing is,

how can 2 people be so near, live so near, live part of the same life, yet be so different?!
I don't mind that some have 5 cars in their house. That's fine.
But my pri sch mate has a car, her bro has a car, her dad has a car.
Mind you this is someone whom i've seen climb monkey-bars and we hang upside down for minutes together.
Should i blame my life, or my parents?
It really bugs me to no end.

Roy's bbq yesterday, Rod's bday tdy.
One is 20, the other is 21.
He's an adult now.
He should have a career and be married. LOL
WE ARE OLD PEOPLE, FACE IT.

My dog is too fat. Damn.
I just realised the loss when i had my com reformatted. All my picts are gone.
Kapish, none.

~ { 9:43 PM }
drops of jupiter


21 January 2005


Love was not meant to be miserable

He used to care
He used to get me a seat on the train
He used to want to meet me every spare moment that i had
He used to call to say he missed me
He used to come to my house just to see me even if only for a while
And he'd never let me go when i walked off

I shouldn't have to cry to sleep at night
I shouldn't have to restrain myself from messaging him just to let him miss me
I shouldn't have to be the first to say good morning and good night
I shouldn't have to fight for his time with his friends
And i shouldn't have to go out alone

Things have changed
I just want to let you know that i have truly given up

He has told me that his work is the 1st in his heart now.
I shouldn't have to make a sacrifice like this
Guess i'm just sitting and waiting for the end to come and i predict it's near

It's 6:30 now on a public holiday
We quarrelled because he wanted to buy a $40 golf bag that can hold 4 clubs so that he can go to the driving range with his buddy

I do not like his friend
I do not like the fact that he has no money but it seems both of them want to take up golfing
I do not understand how he can go golfing when he can only meet me once a week

So it seems he did not like being ticked off like that
Says i don't respect him
Says i embarrassed him
I don't care

6:30pm on a public holiday and i'm home and typing this entry
What a way to spend my time
Did i enjoy my day with him?
I honestly do not know
All i know is that he had let me go and now i'm home

Love was not meant to be miserable
I should not have to be near tears at this moment.

~ { 6:42 PM }
drops of jupiter


19 January 2005


Ooh the glam lifestyle of artistic ppl. NOT.
They are:

Depressed
Dark

But who am i to say?
i'm just a stuffy worker under payroll. (Why oh why did i take HR?)

However i really must saay..
Whoever sees this entry..gotta go check out Evie the talented Bitch@

http://weepingwill0w.deviantart.com/

Lastly, Takagism's Viridian Room is out..
I can't get the lighter (yes, i cheated i used the walkthrough)
The rubbish bin won't budge.BAH.Help me someone..

~ { 11:48 AM }
drops of jupiter


07 January 2005


Conversation with my father goes like this:

"hello daddy i'm working today"
"what time is your school tommorrow?"
"8am"
"i tell you, if you get sick right, i'm gonna make sure you don't work if you have class at 8am"
"huh? why? i am bound to get sick sooner or later what. even if i dont work i'll also get sick. you cannot do this just because of that."
"I CAN, I CAN because i am your father"
"but you can't account all my work onto my sickness what. it's not fair"
"i don't want to discuss this with you anymore. as long as after you recover from getting sick, i'm going to impose this on you. ok! bye bye."

P/s: 1. all my other classes are at 9am. 1 hour does not make a difference.
2. i don't even get a single cent from him. i am supporting myself and he doesn't allow me to work?!
3. everytime when i go out, he says "it seems like you have alot of money huh? don't make me check your bank account and ask you to pay for the house bills."
4. In '04, he said "don't you think i should start to earn money for my own use?" he is 60 only in this year. who the hell would say that if he is the father, he wants total control over the house, my mother has to support half the house, me and my brother is still studying and my sister just started working?

Total bullshit.

~ { 9:15 AM }
drops of jupiter