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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
allowed entry at 2:59 am

"At the end of the day, I think we really stand alone. The feet we stand on are absolutely ours."

Touche to that, Alfie.
But then again, don't be so hard on yourself or your family. In this case, him.
Cause I've just come to realise that without family, we're nothing.
Not even friends can fill up the hole in our heart like they do.
I know I don't feel the way you feel.
I just want you to have the feeling that you're never alone.
And no matter how much we think we really stand on our own, we can barely survive a week without them. Well, most of us at least.
Now I feel suckyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. haaha
And what happened to our supposed "2 months meet ups" HUH?!
You pig. haahahaha ♥


I like blogs like Alfie's.
Ones that give a new perspective on things.
Then the ones that make me laugh like a mad pig infront of my lappy.
And then there's the stupidly ridiculous, childish and mundane ones hahaah
Nabila, you know, I know. HAHA
You bitch =P


I feel like talking crap.
But I don't know what crap to talk about.
Plus I can't fucking get to sleep.
And I'm so pissed off that I have to go down to bloody Bishan to hand the bloody ass proposal in.
Sodding bullocks.
I've been reading too many British books and watching too many British movies.
Brr.
And if you notice, I have this thing where I don't say 'with' as 'wif', but as a 'with'.
And 'that' as 'that' and not 'dat'.
Don't get it? Ask my boyfriend lol

I pity him sometimes. Not sometimes, most of the time.
Bear with me as I talk about him cause I miss him like wooooooooooooooooooooo.
Plus it's fucking rare to see me write about Mr. Apollo Star, right.
People ask who the hell Apollo Star, the one who's always tagging my board is, and I go "-.- dude, that's my boyfriend, you dingdong"
Imagine not seeing your fucking boyfriend for a fucking year.
Nabey cheebai sibei lanjiao.
It's only been four fucking months which felt like forty fucking years and I'm on the verge of killing myself and rotting my corpse on my comfy bed but I won't wanna die just yet.
And I really don't get people who hasn't seen their fucking partner for like a mere ONE day and goes around saying "fuck, I miss him/her."
Piss off and take this with you _|_

So anyways, I pity him cause I'm one irritating idiot haha
Picking on things that annoy me and taking it out on him.
I feel like such a bitch lol
Throwing fries at your face in Burger King.
Accidentally putting my cigarette bud on your forearm. I still feel bad =/ But it technically wasn't my fault cause you turned and moved your arm, ohkay! =D
Scratching your arm whenever I get the chance to.
Giving you the elbow on bus rides haha
Making fun of you for your little slip ups.
Cursing at each other every damn day for fun, calling each other fucker, cheebai, konek, idiot, asshole, moron, dickhead, kanina, bodoh. You name it, we've said it. haha
I get irritated with myself whenever I'm not in the mood and I'll end up ignoring you. Bleargh.

*Cue the mushy part lol*
I can go on and on about how much of a bloody annoying bugger I am, but you know I fucking love you.
I can go on and on about how much fun we have, but my readers would be rolling their eyes till their eye sockets sore. Not that I care, though hahah
And it would just hurt to know that you're not fucking here.
Sucks =(
I can't wait for the remaining ten months to fucking fly by cause I've been picturing the day that you'll finally be back in stupid Singapore.
I fucking miss you =(



HAHA we look weird.



DAMMIT my eyes are still not tired.
What's a girl gotta do to get some sleep around here?!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.