Bored to the maximumest boredomfiedness.

you know whats really wrong with me?
i can never stay mad for very long.
which means that the post below has served its purpose, but im leaving it there.
cos like michelle said, sometime ago, the whole purpose of a blog is to write your thoughts down somewhere so that you can reread them later and relive all the fun, and laugh over all the stupidity.
plus, a blog sounds cooler then a diary la, rite?

im sorry the post below was full of swearing.
i guess i just sometimes lose it. it happens pretty often nowadays, though.

my parents and my brother went to attend some wedding.
so im home alone.
which is perfect, cos i can blast "over you" (yes im still in love with it) amd "you can let go" without worrying about anyone complaining.
and especially essential to be home alone, cos im singing along to it, and im not a very good singer.
BUT im loud. :p

and im not allowed to say 'hehe' anymore.
cos yan qi said it reminds her of some dumb girl in her college.
sad case.

and Sam, i swear you're the only person who can completely twist whatever i say.
i mean, i can say something so totally innocent, and you can make it sound like i implied something else. haha. and then when i try to explain myself i only ever make things worse.
aih.. you so EVILLL..
poor me u know. tak baik tau u all buwwy me.. *sniff*

*k, cutesy really doesnt suit me, does it?*

i think everyone reading this has probably guessed by now that im super bored.
and im blogging just to keep myself from.. err.. i cant think of a way to put it.
if i say im blogging to keep myself from dying of boredom, i wud just be repeating wat i said in the first sentence.
aih screw it la, lazy to think.

wth wei.
i was blasting music so loud that i didnt hear the house phone ringing.
nonsense.
i hate my house phone. it rings a hundred million times when im home alone.
damn annoying, cos i have to go answer it. and i dont like answering the phone.
cos its almost always one of those old aunties who call to talk to my mum, and when my mums not home, they start gossiping with me.
and i can be super unresponsive, and they'll still just go on and on and on and onnnn..
i already have a template for what to say:
hello? no she's not home. oh. uh-huh. uh-huh. uh-huh. uh-huh. uh-huh.uh-huh. uh-huh...uh-huh, wait, huh? oh. yes, i'll tell her you called. bye."
i dont even bother to listen properly.
like, seriously, im 17. what makes u think i would be even a BIT interested in your my-daughter-in-law-is-a-witch stories?? plus, the whole evil-daughter-in-law thing is so last century.

im worried about going to uni.
im scared that i wont like studying medicine.
im worried that i might become a doctor who hates her job everyday for the rest of her life.
im scared i'll throw up when i have to do surgery.
and on top of all that, i cant just stop studying after getting a degree.
i have to do masters, and after all that i have to specialize.
cos if i dont, then theres no point lah, becoming a doctor.
so by time i actually finish studying i'd be ancient.
like 2736374634 years old.
sigh.

on a completely unrelated note, i find this song incredibly sexy.
Sway, the Michael Buble version.
*note : i do not find the video below sexy, only the song*


im sorry i sound so incoherent.
side effects of boredom and loud music and ferrero rocher chocs.

~vid~