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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
allowed entry at 3:14 am

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.
I hate it when people text me in the morning. I never have been or will be a 'morning person'.
Nabey chicken nugget. People wanna sleep you text text text bloody idiottt!
I hate it when people interrupt my sleep.
It annoys the hell out of me and can bloody hit my last nerve.
Wanna let me sleep also so difficult is it?

Lesson for today. DO NOT BLOODY CALL OR TEXT ME IN THE MORNING.

Or I will damn you to hell.


Or maybe I'll just ignore you till I feel like talking to you.
I realised that I'll ignore a person if I don't like him/her/it/shim/bapok/pondan/whatever.
I'm not the type to be mean. Just sarcastic.
So if you think I'm ignoring you, best bet is I don't like you.


And I don't like it when my boys change.
I miss the old times when the 4 of us would hangout, talk and play stupid games together.

But it's ohkay. I'm dealing with it.
And I'm looking forward to my date with Timmy.
Timmy the studddddd ahahaahaha lol


It's 3.30 in the morning, I can't sleep and I'm starving.
Craving for some freaking Yu Tiao. Nabey!
Hooray, I have a Public Relations test later which I haven't studied for.
Chopstamp fail already.


Tuesday, November 25, 2008
allowed entry at 2:20 am



Bored ah.

I suddenly miss alot of people.

Screw this shit.
"Shit" can be spelled by rearranging "this".


Now that I have my free time, I have nothing to blog about.
Very good.
Only thing I'm looking forward to is seeing the Spongebob and Patrick show at Raffles City.
I wanna hug Patrick MotherFucking Star!
And then kidnap him and tie him to my couch.
We'll watch Spongebob Squarepants on Nickelodeon together everyday and live happily ever after.

Goodnight.


Wednesday, November 19, 2008
allowed entry at 12:58 am


Hi, my name is Slenger.
And apparently, Ika's also my name.
"Ika! Ika!" what the fuck?! -______________________-"


I'm still sore I didn't get to go for Taste Of Chaos.
Not that I didn't wanna go. Just thought that I'd be wasting cash.
But aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, bummer of the fuckin' century!
Who wanna go Manic Street Preacher's gig and Kylie Minogue's concert with me?!
I wanna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lah sia.
Kylie Minogue cool ah. Mmmmmmm.


I feel like putting my life to a halt.
Move to fucking Paris and live there for 5 years. Or maybe till the day I die.

I watched this documentary/movie where they researched the system over at Paris and they found out that Paris, or possibly the whole of France, gives freaking free healthcare to visitors/permanent residents/locals, free college education to kids, a free domestic helper every damn day of your fucking life who does your chores and takes care of your kids at home, gives you a ton of paid leaves and many many many more.
These are all provided by their fucking awesome government.
BLOODY COOL LAH SIA.
Sibei lanciao.
No wonder the French are the happiest bunch of people on Earth.
I wanna be French ah woohoo.


By the way, kalau dah lupe member, buat hal sendiri sudah.
It really feels like shit, knowing that you're too nice, putting other people's feelings and needs ahead of yours and they fucking forget the stuff you've did for them just cause they've found aaahhhhh whaddya call it, the fucking greener pasture.
Greener grass, greener tress, everything fucking green for you lah hor babi.
Whatever.


I'm sooooohohohohoohooooo not in tuned with anything in my life right now.
I need a break, some time to breathe.
The combo of school and work is like a motherfucking bastard.
But HAHAHAHAHA my attendance is like 98% power gedegakkkk!!!!!!
On the other hand, the fucking projects are still fucking untouched. Despite the fact that school's ending in 3 weeks.

Bullshit.
Bullshit.
Bullshit.
Bullshit.
Bullshit.


Thursday, November 13, 2008
allowed entry at 10:56 pm

In.Sig.Ni.Fi.Cant.


Thank you very much.
I now know where I stand.
I'm merely a stranger to you and to everyone I know.

So screw you.


Monday, November 10, 2008
allowed entry at 2:10 am



My eyebrow piercing is non-existant already lah.
The flesh fucking TORE out and all that's left is a scar =(
I miss it. Neh.


HAHAAHA!!!
Fucking huge discovery I made. LOL funny shit sia.
It's either guys are shallow as hell or girls are just emotionally deep.
Maybe it's a bit of both but I think guys are just shallow hahahaaha hurh!


SO!
Attempt number 1 at seriously quitting smoking failed.
Finally decided to quit so I can save my fucking hard-earned cash and probably save my fucking life also.
And to turn over a new leaf. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Who the bloody hell am I kidding. Wanna save money only haha

Stupid fever plus headache plus some backache thing probably my pancreas or kidney or whatever shit aching plus coughing plus tummy doing some weird things like wanting to puke and it was only the fucking second day.
But having the mood swings and getting pissed off easily was already present on the first day hhahahaa bodoh sia babi betol.
Cannot tahan already, went to fucking buy cigarettes and smoked 22 minutes of my life away in 5 minutes.
Do the math lah, 1 cigarette = 11 minutes of your life gone.
And DAMN it felt gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. Better then getting to eat after starving for more than 24 hours.

HOW SIA LIKE THAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
I wanna cut my hands off so I can't fucking smoke that shit anymore. FUCK AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I keep asking myself how in the world I'm gonna do this when nothing is holding me back. Besides my hard-earned cash and my conscience. Dammit.
I. Am. Seriously. Pissed. At. Myself.
Stress sia, nabey cheebai.


I hope to update more progress rather than setbacks up on my blog.
But I bet there'll be more setbacks.
Alot more.

Ohkay school's starting in 8 hours, gonna go sleep my life away.

DAMN THIS FEVER!


Thursday, November 06, 2008
allowed entry at 10:32 pm



It's that time already.


All I needed was an eye-opener.
And that was it, today.
I had the displeasure of reality hitting me in the face three times. That was more than enough signs to tell me to sit down, shut up and think.


I'm sorry I made you guys cry. Guess I'm already doomed to hell.
A disappointment. A mistake. A fucked-up experiment. That's all I am.
I hope you didn't mean it when you said I'm not your daughter anymore.

And as for my boyfriend, please don't die.
No. Matter. What.


=(