I'm not sure if I can remember what I did a year ago

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

AND before you open your mouth to ask me what I'm doing today and what plans I have later and who I'm going out with and what I've received.. shut it. Right now. Goddammit. I'm so pissed off with everyone bombarding me with these questions. GRRRRR. And as if I wasn't getting agitated enough, I saw her at the Japanese restaurant we were at. Her. Dammit. HERRRRRRRRRRRRr. One of the only 2 girls I dislike with a passion. !@#$. I can't stand her I can't stand her I can't stand her I can't stand her.

Yeah I need to take a chill pill. I've realized that a while ago, thankyoukindsir.

Things turned for the better when he gave me a call. I certainly wasn't expecting it, but it was sweet, like sunshine after the rain again. Just like how I felt last time when I saw him in the examination hall. Told him I saw his car parked outside Gurney just now, and turns out he called to ask whether he should buy a pair of black Converse Chuck Taylors. A bittersweet feeling churns inside of me whenever I see him or talk to him. It's strange to explain.. because I don't quite understand what's this I'm feeling either. In a way I can see through him, which is something not everyone can do as he puts on a strong face in front of everyone. I'm not sorry I've never seen him cry, as sometimes I can feel him crying inside as he pours out his feelings. He has a wounded soul, but I'm proud he's come this far.

I just realized a few days ago that I'll be leaving Penang and heading back to Melbourne by the end of next week. Whoa that was a pretty fast holiday break. So what has happened within these months? Hmm.. well, a few confrontations, a few tears, a few tantrums, a few excitements, a few relaxed occasions.. oh yeah it's been not bad.

I'm not sure whether I was actually surprised or just pretending to be surprised when he told me. Using 9 continuous SMSes, even. I used to say that all men were selfish, insensitive, unfeeling creatures, bastards who use only their dicks to think and that all of them deserved to die.. I changed my mind when I fell in love with one of them. I can't remember who he was, but it could've been him. Now that I think back, it might've been more of an obsession instead. By the way, just for the record, I'm back to thinking the way I did before I met him *smiles*

Completely off track here, but I just read that the Tsubi designers apply grass and oil stains onto the jeans by hand and charge them $300-$500 a pair (I should just go roll around in oil and grass and charge my jeans $1000). They actually even break windows using their jeans and throw them out of windows and tow them behind cars to get the looks that they achieve. They used to tie their jeans to rocks on Manly to allow the waves to create a 'stonewash' effect. HAHAHA OMG the mental image it's creating in my head is making me crack up so badly. Those boys are such retards.

Currently listening to: Third Eye Blind - Scooby Doo Where Are You?