Stupidly named PuiLeng, Flora.
Caught my first breath on 12-04-94.
Still don't know my age?
Count with your fingers,
Not enough use toes.
* I'm sure i'm not that old.
Currently studying in CHIJSTC.
I'm loving my school.
I'm loving my friends.
I'm hating the homework.
wo-shi-bangalah.loves@hotmail.com TWITTER, FOLLOW ME.
That's my email.
You may laugh at it,
But it's not funny.
Why bother? Last time, You used to tease me, Now, It's a totally different story. I don't care if you want another girl. I don't Fucking care. It is because, I fell in love with you. You held the same eyes i hold. I thought it was the same, It never was, I took years to try to know you, Yet, When i found out that i'm already in love with you, You leave me, Keeping quiet, Not telling me. At least you could have told me. Now, That B. ditched you, So what, "Oh, it's okay, i still have Puileng." Is that what you were thinking? Hah, Think again, I think you've got it all wrong. No, I think, i've got it all wrong. I chose to love you. I could have not chose too, But that was my decision. Yes, I am a little immature kid who is in her own Lala land. I think that's what you think of me. Yes, I'm fat, ugly, short and everything. I don't act like a girl. Blah blah, That's what you told me, when you wanted to leave me, And now what, When you want to stick with me, You come and suck up to me. I'm sorry, I'm not those girls who goes for mushy sentences like "No la, you where got ugly and fat, You're the prettiest girl i've ever seen." "I miss you very much" "Please come back to me." "I'll treasure you forever, i promise i wouldn't do that anymore" BULLSHIT. Those are all bullshit. Don't come and talk crap with me, Yeah, Love me, MY FOOT. Yeah, Love me more, Leave me more, F. Do you know, I'm damned pissed with the way how you treated me. I'm PISSED. I'm not a substitute for you, I don't go for words like "I love you baby." YEAH. I HATE THOSE. You said you hated me cause i don't have the quality that you wanted. Okay, That i admit, I'm fat, ugly, and short. So what, Must all girls be tall, pretty, sexy, and slim? Yeah, Most guys goes for looks. I agree. I didn't disagree. But this is too much. Really. I think i've to wash my eyes. Seriously. Why did i even fall a person like you, I must have been blind that time. I could've been attached, It's just that my little heart, Didn't want to let you go. It keeps on telling me to hang on. Yeah hang on more, The deeper I GET HURT. Not you. 短痛不如长痛, Heard of it before? Never? Don't bother. Loving you was my sin. Loving you hurts more the menses cramps. Loving you hurts more then hurting myself. I'm so stupid, I inflict damage onto myself, Thinking that i could get your attention. I cried that night. Do you remember? I bet you don't. I was crying at uncle's balcony. No one knew. Everyone was in a joyous mood. And yet, This stupid little immatured kid was crying in a little corner. And here comes you, The "hero", Asking me with caring eyes, "Hey, are you alright." I tried to talk but i couldn't, And i ended up crying more. My eye hurts. But for what i know, This is the best way i could get close to you. It was stupid, You drove me out. Hugged me from my back and said "I love you" Don't play with these 3 words. 8letters, 3words, 1meaning. I was so touched by then. DO YOU KNOW THAT. I bet you don't. I couldn't face you. I said to myself, "He must have been joking." That's what was in my head all along, Yet, The eyes that met mine, Held the same meaning. Held the same feelings, It was torturous. It almost killed me, I wanted to leave you, Yet, You just needed to keep on appearing infront of me. All the time. Remember that day, Where we went out together, You held my hands and we walked. And that's how we got into this state. Loving you, Getting hurt, Getting ditched. Do you know how hurt my heart was. I don't care, If you say that i'm ugly, fat, or short. I don't give a fuck about it. But do you know, That all those memories kept rewinding in my head. I couldn't concentrate in school. It seems like, Whatever i do, Reminds me about you. Well. Like you said, I'm a little kid running all by myself in my own Lala land. Yes, I am. Well. Remember this clearly, And, I love you. Not anymore. -C.
