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ARGH!
This is superbly ohmigosh. I am seriously abandoning my blog. What? I have a blog?! I didn't remember I had a blog d-_-b pardon me.

awwwsh.

this is awwh.

(tell your girl to hold her hand out) (then grab it and say…)

"Ok," say, "there's a river in the middle of your hand." (draw line with finger)

"And there is a bunny rabit on one side, trynna get to the other." (point were bunny is)

"How is he going to do that?"

(when she/he says i dont know say…)

"Me neither, I just wanted to hold you hand."

:)

pms. like a bietch.

sorry about upstairs. i'm sick! i need pills. i need the pink ones. i dunno waddahell to tell you!



i. am. in love. again.

and i hopehope&hope that i will never be myself before ._.

miracles comin up.

okay.

today wasnt a fairytale.

i had just been informed that 'someone' broke up because of me. i dunno if that's true or just a bullshite, but from what i saw, i think its true. its not like the major 'i-break-up-with-him-bcause-of-you' kinda thang. its about being friends. well, okay SORRY? if thats what you want from me? i dunno what's this boy's prob. listen to that. boy. he seems to like, jealous or something? he doesnt like me havin toooooo much happiness with his girl, i mean, ex. i dont mean to gossip over here, butttt its so confusin. and disturbin. this is a major problem to me. its like, im a boy who gives joy to his girl. the prob is, i aint a boy.
if you're not at all 'satisfied', shall we say, by my own way of treatin you, then TELL ME! just tell me face to face, so that i wont be sooo pissed off like right now. you really got on my nerves.
if its how the way i look at you, like my eyes, i know. i know they loveee to roll. but they automatically roll. got that? automatically. it wasnt as if i intend to roll them in front of you. they automatically.
if you dunno how to give your ex happiness and joy like i give her, then try to tell me that you want to ! so that i wont be overly happy with her. so that i make you jealous no more. dont just bullshite-ly sit there and talk bad behind me. i know you dont like me. as long as you dont tell me what's wrong, i aint gonna talk with you, you meathead. i aint. keep that noted.

today wasnt a fairytale.

i'm. i'm hurt.

Just so you know, I'm still missin him.
It. is. PERFECT. to be single.
I don't need to spend any freakin money to a boy.
I don't need to be emotional about fights with a boy.
I ain't gonna feel sad or jealous when I see my boy with other girl.
I don't need to care about his feelings.
I don't need to be worried if he's out there smokin, or or or drinkin or or or doin illegal things.
I don't need to make sure I'm the only perfect girl in his eyes.

urgh, what the fishh am i doin? too much ego may cause too much drunkness.

why are you doin this to me, you squirrel?!
now i canNOT seem to love you.
i canNot look into your eyes at school.
even if you now i really freakishly want to.
i canNOT stop drawing the smiley the one you loved to make.
i canNOT seem to forget your eyes. your heart-throbbing pair of eyes.
i canNOT seem to forget how you loved f1. and how you tell me you loved that raikkonen.
i canNOT seem to forget you. :'(

this is bullshite. he is taken. he is someone else's. she's better than me. she's better than anybody in his eyes.
i'm sorry. i wasnt supposed to ask his number in the first place. if i knew he was hers, i wouldnt have hurt this much.

why am i always like this? fallin in love with someone who is already taken, who has a girlfriend already, a far better and cuter and gorgeous and lovely than i do. why do i always act like a bullshite?

last night, i dreamed of him. he was wearing his kadet polis outfit. and he was lookin perfectly. perfectly gorgeous. and he was smilin. showin me his awh-so-hot dimples.

ARGH.

it is good. to be single, i mean. i dont need you. i DONT. NEED. you.

shite.

Today, I feel like an arsehole.
I didnt go to school. I aint feelin the slightest passion to do my folio. I neeeed to make a book. Hell yeah.
It is so hard. To make a book, I mean. Look at Alicia Loh. How can she make a book while I freakinly cant?!
I wanna make a book, so that I can have a perfect dinner and eat lovely things with my family, so that I can buy more books and gain ideas, so that I can have a freakinly large amount of money to buy a mansion. But why havent I started a chapter?!
My ibu told me I should start. Yeah, I know I should. But I cant. I cant spend my time too much on computer. But I need to make a booooook!
Well, I'm sorry about upstairs, but I cant seem to help it! I'm emotional, I know. I know I know and I know. That's why I need to make a boook!

urgh. I'm fed up. Sorry. Well, I hate this post. See ya later, in another post.

DAMN IT.

i wanna tell you, i hate maths.

hell yeah, who loves maths? well, except for my sister, that jane austen. but, maths a superduper mean subject which always makes the wires in my petite lil brain go springy out. it gives me eyebags. my eyesight becomes sick of facing it. i have to wear thick lens glasses because of it (well actually, that's because i love to watch gossip girls from a really superb distance, if you know what i mean).

but maths. i canNOT believe, once i've finished every question my teacher asked me to do, i felt a huge wave of happiness washed over me. i know, when once you've finished something so tiring and so god-damn-it-like, you will feel the exact same way. but to me, it's a first time. it's like, really something. what i'm actually telling you is that, maths isn't that bad. i hate it when i'm not doing it. but, i love it after i've finished doing it. (???) well pleasepleaseplease try your best to understand.

well, WHATEVER. right now, i have a huge massive problemmmm. i havent done my folio. yet. why is there folios? why do we have to do folios? and the major problem is, WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO A FOLIO ABOUT OUR GODDAMNIT SCHOOOOOL?!

it's hard. i'm telling you, it's hard! superddupermajor hard, to me. i have done some things, lets just say, i've done a freakin few of them. my history teacher's really gonna gimme a free kick. well, my head, as the main target.

you know what? it effects real well if the teachers a meaner. if she is a superduper bad tempered one, or or or a superduper good tempered one, the students will surely like or or or hate the subject. as for me, i hate maths. you know what i mean. well, actually, i could really love maths. if the teacher's a nicer version.

well. yah. when we sit for a long time, we'll get a lovely dessert from the back of the house.

bye for now. more miracles comin soon, baby.