TSHIRT MAD

i tell you tonight dont need sleep liao.
just pay attention to www.twitter.com/tigerscry .

ooooooooooooooopsie daisy

can i say yesterday was a long but good day? yes i can because it's my day.
i guess i understood what it meant by not expecting more, yes i can.
i remember that if you tell yourself you fucking can thing.
friday today and tmr will be my break yay then next week will be hell. i vow to familiarise myself with the drum solo part latest by tuesday.
whole of next week spam co. should be doing my hair next week if the great queen provides me with the moolaaaaaaaaaah
if i tell myself i fuckin can. YES I CAN

last night was revelation night to the core (spam HAHA)
i never thought it'd all come out but perhaps its a good thing. yea a good thing.
fifteenth might be hell. twelfth mightnt even hold any more meaning.
fifteenth really sounds like hell so good luck to me, rightttttttttttt.





tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet peace.

you go, you got it girl

i take it back.
















i miss you. but still i hate you.

HEAR YE, HEAR YE. LOWERING UR SELF-ESTEEEEEEEEEEEM

my neck's stiff. i know i mentioned that already.
uneventful day, i think i have a thing for guys with that angmoh accent ;)
last night till now = nothing. so this is what i get for obsessing and being so vexed over for DAYS?
thank you. very much, i must say.




sucha disgrace to us. fourteen-year-old females, to be specific.

not my best friend?

i realise here is dead so im here to update hi.
peishan called when i was sleeping this morning YAY i shockz dao.
i realise another thing: i cant text her but i can call her and I HAVE HUNDRED BUCKS WORTH OF CREDIT to talk to her own rightz! \m/
kay gonna call her now bye.

nice legs, daisy dukes

the bitch's @ baibai dinner. LOL
co yesterday, open house today. if we tell ourselves we fucking can, you guys can f. off
damned fun esp when the whole random drumming thing started.

skipped F.O #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 and watched #7 cause that's the whole point.
righty, gonna go downstairs now -.-

my leg bloody can i please have a blood transfusion so the mozzies can stay away

skip three bars.

more pictures here

since november ninth:

tuesday: co

wednesday: forgot

thursday: co

friday: results for streaming stuff

saturday: jiawei's chalet (pictures ^)

sunday: forgot

monday: picnic w breasty + breasty-mom

(today) tues: co

kay. that sums it up

health conference tmr BLOOOOOOOOOOODY HELL I WANT GO CO. (unbelievable but.....)

heard clique outing soon :):)

kay then bye. going school website kpo see who same class as me.

smoke-ammonia-dye-stink-quit-eww-smelly.

@ breasty's again heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh that explains why im blogging. anyway.
fcking did something i swore i wouldnt for the rest of my life. hmmmmmm.
anyhow, i stink now and i ran out of impulse. random.
the bitch is bathing now and im waiting and so yeah okay bye.

a smile crumbled like a fault line, mine.

cant blog. but can twit.

BECAUSE MY COMP DIE BUT PHONE HAVENT DIE.

see you when my comp revives. if it will.

ELECTRIC BLUE HOT PINK NEON ORANGE BRIGHT YELLOW.

to do for today. slash this week:
1. mail breasty's chio pictures
2. google human resources w/ psychology (SP) and psychology (TP) WOOHOO \M/
3. blog
4. facebook
5. bloghop
6. start MSK
7. resume my knitting (wth)

k
some meeting in the morning with 15 other people. streaming stuff that left me really really really (x123456) frustrated.
rang up a lot of people (not really) and decided to stick to literature, chem/bio, poa and business instead of pure sciences. influenced by someone big.
(how do anyone expect me to talk to my dad/mom about this when they seriously know nothing at all.)
thats one.

co after that.
two.

to breast's place after co to bathe. change then went PS.
met her mom there last min then had pastamania. rofl
three. (she bought bread for me. my mom said it was really nice. thanks LOL)

bus home. fricking pricking cold. i dont understand singapore weather AT ALL
four.

slept till night. here i am, bye

bottom and top lip, 'bout to get a sugar feast

home, finally. i canNOT stand the weather outside.







blogging is beginning to seem uninteresting. night bye