the life of Dee and Jen.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Jen:
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Dee:
-met Sherry on bus and went to city
-met with some of her friends and watched them get haircut
-ate lunch at some restaurant in Elizabeth Arcade ~ pretty sure we took the table ophie had been on 20 mins earlier.
-went to cue city & met with danny, miles and salina.
-walked to Hazel tea and listened to music/chat.
-sherry went grocery shopping then home
-went tops to meet with kyle.
-had a wasabi eating contest with kyle and miles LOL
-bummed around myer centre for an hour before we all went home.
Today:
-back to school =.=
-in kitchen at 6.00, cooking til 1.00 =[
-now home and sleepy.
hate myself for the way i have been feeling lately. . . but at the same time i can't see myself feeling any other way. i miss the old days , when everything was simple and easy . . . even though we thought it was hard and confusing. miss when i woke up with a smile on my face, when i felt warm ~ even if it was 10degrees and i was in a singlet. I miss when i didn't have to fake my happiness.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Dee:
-cut my hair. [cut mullet in half and died it red]. apparently my hair is purple in the dark . . . FML lol
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Jen:
Duy says:
*suits mean a lot
*LOL
*walk around city in casual and bump into someone
*and they'll say, "watch your fucking step, fucking asian".
*walk around city with that suit and bump into someone
*and they'll say, "oh sorry sir my bad, i wasnt watching".
CHYEAH (Y)
Jen:
I don’t understand how we can have a loving relationship when all we do is scream at each other’s faces. Smashed vases, the spitting, the screaming, the swearing; sigh. Every time it’s over a ridiculous issue, maybe something one person doesn’t like or agree with. There’s always a period where the house is completely still, silent and seems like it is completely abandoned. I’m just sitting here by myself in this lonely room trying to create a child-like solution to end all of this. How can I just pretend it’s some sort of fairytale. Like seriously. So fucking naive. In the other room, she is balling her eyes out, trapped within her emotions. The other person, however, walks into her room and asks her why the hell is she crying about and giving her more shit. For Christ’s sake she’s only 14. Do you expect her to understand what this situation is all about? ... I feel like there is no hope. Maybe the next day, we will all pretend like it has never happened. But deep inside us is the ball of guilt. Fuck, I wish you could go away and leave us alone. Fuck you. However, we’re all related by blood, we live under the same roof so we all just gotta deal with it. Someday we’ll work it out together. Someday...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Dee:
going to miles' house to watch movies (y)
then maybe sunnybank :D
ladaz"
thankyou for staying . means alot >< . better be missing me :P IFLY x