allowed entry at 1:26 pm
I love you girls, Yana and Farah woowoo! <33Juicy secrets and gossips will never be revealed. "Secrets don't make friends"
They are those to be kept relatively quiet amongst ourselves.
Because you know we can’t stop and I think I like it.
We could take it all off and I don’t want to fight it.
And because you know we can’t stop even if we wanted.
We never meant for this to end up like it did.
We never wanted it, nope.
But we might have wanted it. Yeah, we wanted it.
And to the lepak crew during the Singapore Fashion Festival, which includes the 2 up there, Nurul, Liana, Shahidah, Ayin, Salwah, Aqmal, Azri, Nizam and Jannah, thanks for everything.
Thanks for yesterday night. I was an asshole for troubling you guys.
The phrase that explains what we did for the last few days;
"Kluar tent je hisap rokok. Kitorang kluar je luar tent berasap."
hahahahah bodoh badigol.
People inside working like fucking nutcases and we cabot to smoke outside, take Haagen-Dazs ice cream and coke light to sit down like bloody pigs and disturb the models.
I think I'll puke out blood if I drink another bottle of friggin coke light hahaha
Not enough of slacking around and doing nothing, we practically stole the stuff in the goodie bags lol
Dior products, Island Shop umbrellas, boxers, socks, underwear, whatever, anything and everything ah! ahahah fucking funny uh you people.
Ah, good times.
Pictures are ... errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... not with me cause I fucking forgot to bring my bloody ass camera throughout the event.
I keep forgetting that I have a camera. How weird is that.
I didn't get to take a picture with my scandal, Philip the fucking hot Aussie model.
AIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Fucking pissed off sia. Nabey you, Philip.
Go home so early, never see you outside the tent to smoke, never see you backstage also, you fucking mummy's boy!
Where you go sia, you bloody hot idiot? Brr.
Anyways, I'll post the fucking rad pictures as soon as I get my hands on them.
Ohkay that would take forever but yeah, soon.
In the meantime,
I swear I don't remember Ayin kissing me.
And I don't remember doing that face.
haahha wtf.
Turns out I have gastric. Woo!
Relief siol.
