smashed through and through

i'm blogging
i'm being nice.
i'm happy.

as if.

moods and moodswings

kinda reminds me of rachel yeow...

its raining.
i feel better.
not much.
but better.
maybe because of what i bought:

-dkny apple delicious lotion,
-dkny apple delicious 100ml perfum
-dkny apple delicious 7ml perfum
-body shop's body milk
-body shop's body buffer
-meiji choco tube
-royce chocs
-a buffet at pariss
-lunch at mushroom pot.

i'm happy.
you see?

no.
i am NOT contemplating suicide.
and dayna,
thanks for being there to cheer me up with your constantly
act cute smiles.
and bimbo calling.

even when zheru sometimes pisses the shit off me.
thanks for not doing any shit,
and going i dunno to every prob i have.
even to the extent of phrasing it differently,
and asking it back to me.
thanks.

now WHO'S the loser.

i'm in a good mood.
i baked muffins and apple crumble.
too ugly for pics.


haha.
not in order.
but so nice right??!
haha.
going to go buy coffee.
toodles.

i'm full of shit.

swimming in the endless troubles.

no matter how weird,
how strange.
it always seems to be my solace.

i want to fuck the living daylights out of her.
thanks for repeatedly stabbing me in front of my friend,
who really isn't one.

somehow, nicole,
i doubt you were so innocent,
such as to not say a word about what we did,
in the morning to her.
regardless of how much you know we like her.
but anyway,
its all behind me now.
she'll be gone,
and whats left,
will be the memories of the conversation.

so,
a jog always makes me think.
i finally got why you felt that.
and its not cuz of RNR.

happiness.

krystal is happy.
yes, she is.
even after dissing people,
and getting dissed in her face.

she has survied it all.

i finally got my three bottles of DKNY APPLE perfume.
loving it.
and got my nums(NEW URBAN MALES) with zheru.
look at their chio-ness!!
the less tan lines feet is mine.but i was just being told to my face that i was a slut he didn't want.
on Valentine's day.
getting a break up thru sms.
now, how'd that feel?

FUCKING GREAT THAT IS.

lucky you broke it off before i did.
i din't have the guts to tell you i thought you were a
*BREATHES IN*
MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE WITH NO FUCKING HOLE THAT
HAS A FUCKING SMALL DICK TO TELL SHITS TO MY FACE.

right.
so i'm not telling you that i feel that.
so you're not hearing this from me.

hope you read this.
AARON.

stars and boulevards

even box of godiva truffles cant cheer me up.
now alls in my mind is how many calories it has.
beddy hell.

its sad how our bond just vanished, aint it?
just like aaron.
(i did it, you ass, haha dedicated a post to you)

the dog downstairs?
the fucker's still alive and barking,
and irritating the shit outta me.

and, sure, i dont need sleep.

xo, hots

bored. veh bored.

bored. bored.
coffee. tea.
and study.
great fan-fucking-tabulous life i do have.
the only breaks existent now,
are jogging round the neighbourhood,
and swimming.
more like trying to cope with suicidal thots.
haha. kidding.(?)