Wondering

why i was stupid and dumb enough to fall for you and convince myself that it was not what it was.

and why you try to make things seem like what it isnt and try to pretend and pretend over and over again. you remind me so much of her. so so much and it saddens me to think that all of you lie to just save your skins in the name of trying not to hurt the other.

i dont want you to pretend.
C,
i want the truth, you asscrown.

and i never thought i'd say this, but, i think i love you.
and that, asks for nothing but trouble.

why do i always love the worsts? the ones who will never love me back and would do anything to make me stop loving them.

shit.

The Scarcity of Perfection

My life is being so perfect right at this moment now. Cuz there's nothing but the sound of the tv and my click-clacking on the keyboard. Yes, I don't like to share what's troubling me. Is that so bad?

Life is so perfect I feel like doing something to fuck it all up like I always do. And for that, all i have to do is wait.

Currently

Luke: How do you feel?

Now? Currently, i feel like dying. Hey yeah, i have depression. So now you know.

Thinking and Overthinking it

I'm beginning to wonder who actually reads my blog. Who actually bothers to understand the reason i set it up in the first place. Yes, i tend to overthink stuff and people find that irritating and get really annoyed. But i make sense in my overthinking don't i? like about joining dance, mr tan has already told me i can transfer my cca points for me as a special case if i go for dance. But i'll end up as a sec3 with a standard of a sec one or maybe worse. or maybe..I dont know. i cant be bothered to think anymore. and maybe i will delete my twitter, my blog, and my facebook. because, when you think of it, do they really matter? i hardly access my facebook account anymore, but when i do, its simply to read into people's lives and wish they were mine. but then, all this wishing has only thought me that it only brings me halfway, and what if i realise the other half aint worth the trouble?

and as i always say, there's beauty in everything.

beauty in the breaakdown.

NIGGACOLE THE PUNANI

HELLO TONIGHTS GONNA BE A BAD NIGHT. NICOLE'S HERE



I WILL DIE.

BUAAIIIIX

I love you. and it scares the poo ey oh outta me.

Wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you.

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will

Forgive me if I st-stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cause I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can't have
But I've got to try
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you

If I could dim the lights in the mall
And create a mood I would
Shout out your name so it echoes in every room, yeah

That's what I'd do,
That's what I'd do,
That's what I'd do,
To get through to you

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can't have
But I've got to try
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will

i love you i love you and i know you're really happy with who you're with now, but all i want to know now, is whether or not you do so too. cuz i actually am delusional to think that you do. i miss you.

i caant believe im saying this but i am. its not the person i usually talk about that im talking about here.
i will not be frozen, dancing is my remedy remedy.

hug me!

omg yushu's pet in pet society just HUGGED MINE! heeheehheeheee so happy!! heeheheehhee!! ok i know it may just be to earn coins or smth, BUT STILL! Yushu leh!

I Love

I've moved on and, I am happy.

What Azel said was true, 'She's got her own life' and I get it I think, that no matter how much of an asshole you are, how evil you get, how i love/d you, you have your own life, and I have mine, and now, it's hardly intertwined.

Sometimes,

perspective.

it just starts to seem bleak and pointless in everything i do. Social butterfly or not, it's getting tiring just being me.

fuckyeahhappy

hi beembo

HI KRYSTAL.

I WOULD NOT HAVE POSTED THIS IF IT WAS A NORMAL DAY. BUT SINCE YOU ARE SAD, FINE!!!

DONT SAD. (K)

Cassandra so NICE!

Cassandra says:
HAHA YOU WERE SMILING HOPEFULLY AND CUTELY AND AWESOMELY

SHE'S SO NICE. heeeheeeheeeheee you dont understand heehee!

HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!

Little Tiger Snooze

Anyway, i don't usually blog in the mosning cuz I think it's gay to do so (shut up, I said, I think its gay so if you have any opinions, shove it up...) butbutbut, i had this super weird dream this morning (morning cuz i slept at like 3am?) anyway, it was about florence's Moses Cheng hhahah (the better looking one I think I saw in the library I THINK) hahaha anyway, yeah it was about...

HE DIED.

HAHHA ok anyway, the small details in between don't matter (it was just about us being tgt and everything. ONE OF THOSE SMALL IMPOSSIBLE DREAMS that i somehow keep thinking of and tryna sleep again so it'll happen and wish and wish it'll happen irl ahahha. IMPOSSIBLE. anyway my dreams have always been far-fetched. and its cuz of the lujia dream that i hardly sleep anyway hahaha (another long story) ahhaha :))))

see what i mean??!

The Cemetry

I REALLY CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE JESSE MCCARTNEY AND MEGAN FOX! OMGGGGGG.

AND


KNS IM IN LOVE.

ANYWAY, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I EVEN DREW UP A PLAN OF HOW WE'RE GONNA BE BURIED WHEN WE ALL DIE!!:))))

SO SMART HOR??

And anyway, nicole wants to be buried with one of mine, so here goes

i know i have artistic talent but shhh lets put that aside for a moment.

gimme some more time and i will figure out where alonso and the bungs get buried.

luke has a suggestion 'I SUGGEST THE BUNGS GO INTO THE INCINERATOR OR THE RUBBISH BIN'

luke, YOU REALLY MAKE SENSE.

Never Take Friendship Personal

There's a hatchet got a knife
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating, (intoxicating)
When you're doing this alone
Gun, rope, brick on the way
But words have no meaning when its you that says
I really do care, no baby I, I really do care!

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Once a skeptic, now the critic
And you think that you finally found a place of your own.
Amongst the cold and timid souls
Where only failure knows your name

Look around for the closest to blame
But look no further than the hands beneath your arms
and now your 6 feet down, buried with,
with your passing fame fame fame fame.

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Oh, oh, oh, you lie
Tell me something more than what you tried to hide
If you can't find yourself, then how can I expect to find you.
Oh, oh, oh, you cry
Tell me something more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
But a life without reason, your life has no purpose
Your life has no reason, your life has no purpose

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

okkk, today went to the concert with dayna celine sharianty and rachel and it started at like 7.30 but they came at like 9 so yeah hahah. was pretty fun and all other than you-know-what about you-know-who by you-know-how way. heeheehee eat your heart out.

(more pictures here. dont bother, really.)

I am Us

It scares me how much of a hypocrite i can usually be, spewing words of spite and hate when all i actually amount to is nothing worth half of what they are. i don't know why it satisfies others to see people like me have a mental meltdown just because of one of the nitty gritty things they do to get at me or hurt me. contrary to what you think i actually don't want to be like others just so people can like me or even accept me for who i supposedly am. i dont give a flying fuck to whoever wants me to be just so they can be proud of their own success. their minds are so fucked up and defective it still scares me how much it affects and damages me somehow. but however i claim not to be bothered of their examination and their grading of me, i am still horribly succumbing to it, i am still condemned. they spend their time checking out on people's lives so fucking much they forget about their own, occasionally spewing words of spite mercilessly. they claim that people really aren't supposed to give a fuck to whether or not we are lesbian, gay or queer or whatever venacular you choose to use, but somehow, they still update their blog, they dont lock it, and blog posts of verbal vomit for people to read. i am contradicting myself this i know. i openly stated that i do not detest nor dislike you just because you are you. and the reason is because i think you are an actually nice person deep down inside and i actually want to be you more than someone who breaks rules, someone who does illegal shit just to gain attention. but here comes the age-old question, why can't i just be me? but something everyone actually fails to realise is that no one is actually ever unique (unless you study the specifics of dna and other else) no one is to be themselves. god built us in his image, so what makes you think you can be you when we follow god even in the manner we look like? i want to be unique, i want it so bad oh it hurts. thats also one of the contributing factors why i want to take music olevels, cuz i want to be unique. call me shallow, but thats who i am. and there we go again on that merry go round eventually bringing you to square one-who you are. you spend much of your whole like trying to be yourself when finally its too late, relevation dawns, you are nothing. you can spend your life studying so hard and working so hard that you and your job becomes one as a whole, but when you die or pass off, people grieve, but not long, they forget you, and you become one of the many names etched in the past which nobody gives a damn to look at or to be reminded of. but no matter how you have breakthroughs, epiphanies, you cannot change how the world is like, you conform to become one of them and soon enough you, too, become a victim of this phenomena. thats how the system carries on, thats how people manage to maintain the balance that exists to keep us in line and to save us from ourselves. you can never be yourself. and neither can you be them. and if you actually by some unphantomable miracle or unfortunate event, you manage to do so becoming one of them, you turn into a wannabe. and people maglign you of not having originality and being bad and all sorts of comments to hurt you and shoot down whatever confidence you have left in your self pitying self. its so hard to just simply live and breathe. every breathe i take now seems like a chore and every minute tucking past is really precious i finally understand. by tomottow i cannot appeal and all will be lost if i do not work hard. but there goes once and again, working hard for yourself or others, and for what? for survival you may simply spurt, but surviving for what when as i always said, death is all you life for. death is all you see at the end of the road no matter how interesting or beautiful the path is, we all end up at the same place.

we die. its as simple as it gets.

Class BBQ and Clique Chalet.

this is the picture where i asked Celine why i always look like im eating and stupid girl said, cuz i AM ALWAYS EATING. im not, am i?? :(

and she thinks we both look good here look at the way we both are bending lah!!

hahah at newyork new york where we ate more free candy floss than what we ordered.



the pianists!!

the bbq!

haha we were doing the endurance test!

haha i look like a kid!!

hahah the bbq finish that time, we went like totally psycho and started burning butter, then napkins, then matches, the cardboard and everything in sight.

we are psycho!!

yayyyy!!

ps, more pics on fb!

TIFFANY THE PERVERT

we were talking about how we were both gonna watch shows with megan fox in it, and how for jennifer's body which sh is watching, i watched in the cinema with high definition and hers at home.

then i mentioned got her boobies flashed in it.

then, TIFFANY THE PERVERT SAID:

K Bass Westwick says:
EHEH CUZ THE MOVIE GOT SHOW HER BOOBS ONE OK
Tiffany says:
I WANT SEE

HAHAHAH ok lah se typed at the wrong time in reply to my other comment but STILLLL!!

i want megan fox buried on my left and jessemccartney on my right!!

ps, nicole you want jbeiber or whatevery his name is spelt on your right and jmac on the left WAHPIANG IT WOULD BE DAMN WEIRD WE'LL BE NEIGHBOURS SORTA!

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET MY IPHONE.

Breakdown

I really start to wonder whether people visit my blog, to watch me and how my life progresses as sadly as it does having the satisfaction of hearing me rant or am i actually too narcissistic as to assume that some people actually come here because they care.

but alas, i will never know. this random rambling was actually sparked off by me viewing the previous tags on my tagboard and realising no one actually cares of what i blog but instead of what they have to put across to me and say.

its really hard to open up and blog all i have to rant when there is an enormous bulge of existional angst in me right now.

toodles.

Tiffany, Jorinda and Alicia

TODAY, I went out with tif and alicia to do cip but yah dunno why we ended up at delifrance which was freaking stupid and annoying cuz they serve soggy fries with dunno what mayo and wasabi sauce and i had to ask for ketchup and then they gave the whole bottle which totally tempted me to do the mixing everysingle thing you see shit.

then when Jorinda FINALLY came, after sleeping and saying she'll box me, we went to kfc then when we were about to buy food, tif went 'EH DID WE PAY FOR THE FOOD AT DELIFRANCE??' then i was like, OH SHIT. so we went ack and had to like py 10 worth, and we still had to tell the ppl what we ordered. WASTEDDD!

So thus. i conclude. TIFFANY'S RETARDEDNESS RUBBED OFF ONME.

oh yah then at kfc, we played truth or dare and then i dared jorinda to walk around with a paper writing 'SELLING USED TAMPON FOR $20 ONLY' then she walked around with her super blur blur face.

wah best lah.

then the day ended with jorinda going ' EH WHERE YOU WANNA GO?' in a super cute and niang voice.


I CHOKED ON MY FOOD OK. then i think got the blueberry jam up my nose cuz of it.

I chanced upon a quote from a blog

"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up."

how true.

K Bass Westwick says:
EH! I ALWAYS GOT BRAINS ONE HOR!
SAY FIRST LAH! I SMART NOT??
Celine- Imperfect says:
HAHAHHA
yeah lah damn smart lah!


WAH! SO NICE RIGHT???

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i love you

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD

JESSICA SOZHR,
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(the one acting as vanessa in gossipgirl, if you;re actually residing under a rock)
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th one that looks like a tranny
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BRACE YOURSELF!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




WHICHEVER WAY YOU LOOK AT HER, SHE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING TRANNY!! ...and a nigga, and an ugly boyfriend stealing bitch.



whereas,

ED WESTWICK,
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so sexy omg pls dont faint
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I ADVCE YOU SIT DOWN BEFORE LOOKING
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HERE GOES
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looks SEXY IN EVERY SINGLE WAY I SEE. i swear the guy looks good in every picture. you cant find an ugly one of him.


SO WHY IS HE DATING UGLY WOMAN?!

OHMY, the world is coming to an end.

I don't blame Him.

Get me out.

i spent the whole day locked up in my room, freezing my toes off watching gossip girl, dreaming and fantasizing that shit like that could actually happen to me. and that i just might get lucky once in my miserable life.

but things dont work like that. in fact, i seem to the the one and only target of people's sadistic needs to make themselves have at least some pride and worth, and letting themselves know they will be loved. by taking away mine.

so, bye bye world. im taking some time off. and i dont want to see anything, hear anything anymore. but i do love you. that's why it hurt me so much. that's why i said you were just like her.

goodbye.

i cannot be contacted anymore. and no one will speak to me.

isnt that how my life is supposed to be?

cheerleading and everybody else and dunno what CHALET

we were supp to scare ppl and photograph their shocked faces. hahaha so natasha acted one out lah ahhaha

anddddd, jolene, after being kissed by the crazed-kisser-algae






it was rly rly pretty fun today. Sharianty was there, Lee, Leena, Kimberly, and yeah.

haha best part of the day that made up for the sarah chan friends thing who got the hosts rly pissed, is the walk back to macdonalds with, Celestine who would walk and randomly giggle, Lee who is like, super loud and noisy and HAHA weird, Natasha who is, well, natasha lah. and Jolene who would grab me at the sight of a cockroach and then later say, 'actually its just a big moving, flying coffeebean, nothing to be scared of'. haha and Algae the noisy one, and myself and oh yah, Beaunice, haha.

WHIMSICALWHISPER.BLOGSPOT.COM
(zzzzzzzheru's blog RELINK HA HA HA HA HA HA KRYSTAL DONT REMOVE THIS!!!)

sexyyyyyyyyyyy~~~

your sexy ringo. no wonder they decided to sing I AM THE WALRUS.

-z

at times like these

i feel as if i've these small hours no longer remain, and has actually etched a place in my heart. days like these are filled to the brim with laughter and smiles. it makes me feel normal under the recent circumstances. i realise, im happier in my lucis state of mind. or maybe that was what some may call, love drunk.



our tradition!! eat saba fish tgt at either ichiban sushi, sakae (maybe not, rly bad), and sushi tei. WHENEVER WE GO OUT TGT. and make a huge mess.


and chawanmushi too! haha my one i like cuz i think it looks like TAU HUEY.


makes you rly think, huh. :)))

oh and if you're wondering, the shop was CLOSING DOWN, and had closing down sales. sad eh.

you, once more

you shock me with your never ending bouts of superficiality and stupidity. you make me turn into what some calls despondent. it really makes me think if what you want for all your lies and deceit is simply a standing ovation. if you do, i can gladly provide you with it. there's always a feeling of dissatisfaction that is shown from you whenever you're spending time with me. if all you need is love, you're fucking lying.

have some decency.

LIVERPOOL

I LOVE YOU LIVERPOOL.

it seems like forever since i sat down to watch a match. i seriously doubted your abilities at the beginning, but you proved me wrong. you proved me that you still could do it. and man united was simply just lucky throughout the season.

8th in the tables? so what?

i love you.

LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU.

yo bitch,

i hate you, love. i know how contradicting i sound in my own sentence. its disturbing how some claim to have existing pride in themselves. then start putting others down and hurt others just to boost their own egos at the expense of others not stopping for a moment or two to ponder how it would hurt or affect them. maybe that actually shows how much, or little, they care. or that they don't at all. after having incidents coming one after another, constantly hitting ourselves in the face, claiming not to have an ulterior motive. all just for what? to make yourself someone much more superior in the face of others.

it really sickens me to the very core how cruel people can actually get. i see myself hanging on and tolerating the going ons every single day of my life trying not to let go and keep faith. but it's getting tricky to sustain that constant level of faith if someone inside keeps trying to suppress it by knocking you down.

if you dont know yourself, how can i?

i dont know what you want, i dont know what i want. it gets so frustrating how i always claim my dislike of pretentiousness and hypocrisy when i myself is starting to reveal signs of it. all i can see now is darkness that i cannot even spot the end of the tunnel.

i think i'm lost.

i can't comprehend why i bother to live, when death is the only thing worth living for. people seriously and sadistically find joy and thrive on other's sorrow. it pains me how i do not have the ability to defend, to not know whether or not to be upset, or happy. i claim to simple give up onlife, my blog and so on. but i dont. cuz as said, we're all a victim of this phenomena, and we cant fall in so easily. and at the end of the day, i find myself blogging. and the biggest irony? i'm blogging about the person which caused me to have the notion to give up.

it shocks me how liberally poeple use the term 'friend' just by simple throwing it about not having the basic knowledge of the actual definition of it. it was never easy for me to learn to trust people enough to crown them with the honourable term. i never had someone always there for me to listen to my problems. in fact, all those that call themselves a supposedly 'friend', are the source of my problems.

i dont have friends.

and you dont qualify as one.

SLEEPOVER

"JIAYING I CANNOT STAND YOU, YOU KNOW!! "
"aiyah, THEN SIT ON ME LAH!"

wahlau, best sleepovr ever.

we spent the night playing The Beatles Rock Band, and JY on vocals, zheru and ahlianor on bass and guitar, and then best one best one!

we went ntuc to get alcohol then JY dun wanna drink too much so we settled on barcadi, then the ntuc auntie saw our raffles shirts and asked for ic, so cant, then went cheers and got some ppl to get it for us after a long time. then spent so much effort to buy, then we realised cannot open!

then we tried keys,
scissors,
kitchen scissors,
hands,
nails,
CRACKING THE BOTTLE NECK,

THEN IN THE END, krystal the awesome cannot tahan went lynn's house to get can opener and opened it HAHAHHA.

WE ARE SUCH COOL RETARDS.

nightmares of you

i swear im getting crazy. this is what i dreamt of this afternoon while trying to catch up on my slepp that i missed the whole night while playing the beatls rock band for the whole night. (i was on drums)

i swear you cant make this shit up.

i was sms-ing K for some reason i cannot phantom. then i dunno what happen (i can hardly remember my dreams not to mention nightmares) before that she borrowed my phone (or was it her friend?) then dunno what they did with it borrow very long then when she sms-ed my i open the message, then this pizza cutter connected with a knife will pop up from the screen AND ITS HANDLE IS RED AND IS BLOODY STAINED WITH BLOOD DRIPPING. then when it popped up the first time i turned away to touch my new piercing, then i didnt kena chopped, then dunno alot of times attempted to kill me tyen i didnt know it was triggered by the opening of K's messages. then got once i left it on the table i use my finger to open the message the cutterthingyknife popped up and i realised its cuz of her messages only not anyone else, and then i found out she was trying to kill me, thats why so nice go and sms me.

hahaahhah OK I THINK IM GOING CRAZY

(nicole, i know you're gonna read this cuz i asked you to, anyway, your dp the one with the bra like thingy you're wearig veh veh sexy HAHAHAHHA)

i got it. yay but i dunno how to hide it. tmd.

tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd
tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd
tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd
tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd tmd

x2938462819238467

xoxo

i give up. i dont want to carry on with this facade anymore.

goodbye.

HAHAHA i was searching for piano scores online on my usual website and was tryna find the beatles songs under 'the beatles' and under alphabet 'T' hahaha but i spent one whole day cannot find it was under 'B' HAHAHAH

get me a standing ovation

I feel like someone should give me an oscar. i act so fucking well i dont think im acting anymore. i never liked you in that way. i pretended to and people actually fell for it. but now, knowing the real you, i dont actually mind that people are falling for my lies of you. but it annoys me how the fact that i 'like' you makes your friends not like me. whats wrong with this world? i used to like making friends, but now, im hardly having any left.

and i like it.

happiness? what fucking happiness?

loveeee not.

heh heh hehhh nicole is wayyyyy unglammer than me pls. NOW YOU GUYS KNOW WHATS UNGLAM, no one can call me unglam.

clarificationsss

after i realised more than just friends read this blog and techers and other no lifers does too, i realised its time to do some explaining.

sorry, L

it may have come out to you some way but you never thought much of it. ok, thing is, THIS BLOG IS NOT ONLY USED BY ME. its used by this person with the initial L (no algae, NOT LUKE) full name of initials LYBF you scramble it up, its the initials of my blog. and yes, there was one period of time my msn personal message was 'Love you, L' yes, it was that person.

so, im not the one doing some things you think i am. (GET IT, MRS JAI?)

why i let L use my blog? why i let L act nd blog like L is me?

well, i'll tell you all another time when i think i should.
for now, tata.

ps, no i dont smoke -____- (even nicole lim knows that pls)

yayyy

smiley smiley, dreamy dreamy,
however, no phone calley, NEVER MINDEY.

SHE MADE ME DO THIS

NICOLETTE GET WELL SOON

feel the love

srsly. times like this really gets me down. i cant belive im still counting. but, fuck it:

21 before i last saw you

21 days before i knew where you were and what you were doing. i miss you.

livejournal

im moving to lj. dont know how long this will last. but i will try to keep both alive.
im not leaving lookbeforeyoufall im just gonna take another rant-place. somewhere where i can actually lock post individually. so you wont come visit 'once in awhile' to see if im over you or if i mentioned you.

im NOT over you. full stop.

happy now?

http://pinkpolkakiss.livejournal.com/

remind me to add you as a FRIEND.

DAYNA THE BODOH OR DOBOH I DUNNO DONT CARE WHAT AGAIN.

since im bored and i dunno what to do and i finished my chinese compo (ok fine fine i gave up halfway) ahhaha i shall post me and dayna bobo's scandal pics. or what she actually calls scandal.