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if you want to insult me, dare to in my face*

Sunday, August 06, 2006
9:07 PM

yeah, just back from my 10 day long hiatus. lfe is tough without this beloved computer. guess i will have to apologise to it for having called it 'stupid' before. ;-) ha.

to make this clear, EUNICE LEE IS NOTHING BUT A FUCKING BITCH!!! note that i don't say these two words very often, so yeah, i am PISSED 100% with her.

tough 10 days without the computer but with tons of music...




DOING TOO MUCH ------ Paula Deanda feat. Baby Bash
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
See you got me all alone
Waitin right here by the phone
For you to call me,
Just to here
Your voice tone
I keep on wondering if you was even
Feeling me, I keep on wondering if
This was even meant to be
Tell me imma waste of time, boy
You showing me no sign, is it cuz u on
Ya grid, cuz your always on my mind
I keep on wondering if everything you said was true
I keep on wondering if you were really coming through
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time
And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet sum other guys
But it gets hard sometimes cuz there ain't no one just like you I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me going through
All i can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way u make me smile I ain't felt this in a while,
But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion
Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin
The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I
Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I
Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
[Baby Bash:] Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha Ronnie Ray all day
Women in the hall way,
Ev day losing track of the people tryna call me
Don't take this the wrong way,
I been havin long days, doing it, moving
Round the town wherever I'm getting my song played
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Doing Too Much

i'm gonna change this blog song to the above song. i am getting kinda tired of just like a pill.
so much has happened this week. to mungyu and simin: QUIT IT! ITS ANNOYING AND I DON'T LIKE YOU TEASING LIKE THAT!!!!

i am doing a list now... THINGS YOU MUST KNOW ABOUT ME ( or the opposite, your choice)

1. i don't like teasing especially those like ' you like ______ right?? ' ______ means guys... ANY GUY . this sort of thing got me into some sort of dispute last year. don't ask.

2. I HAVE A BAD TEMPER.

3. I like peace and quiet unless it is music or noisy classrooms... you get the idea...

4. I HATE MY BROTHER... which i hope everyone knows.

5. i hate studying

6. i love western music too much and western celebrities.

7. I HATE EUNICE LEE AND SIEN VANCO AND THAT DISGUSTING PERSON FROM THIS YEAR WHOSE NAME I WILL RATHER NOT MENTION CUS IT WILL POLLUTE MY BLOG.

yeah, YOU SIEN VANCO. NOW I HOPE YOU KNOW.

8. many many more which i will say next time.

________________________________________

URRGGGGGHHHH . My mum is cutting my dad's hair. hair is flying all over the place. HAVE TO BATHe LATER. now they are nagging me to do my homework, specifically, CHINESE. have i ever mentioned how much i hate that subject? it pretty much sucks.

' have you done your homework? chinese?'

the alarm rings from about half a metre from me. shoot. thought i could play some computer games.
gggrrrr... they should consider a professional career as naggers. we could become millionaires in a week!!!!!!




noted*