i'm assuming some people just come by my blog, poke their noses into my sorry life and refuse to leave a tag before makin their way out. hey, your tags don't have to be constructive. ( minus the spamming lah dumbfucks! ) well, if there's really nothing to tag at all, leave a comment. like how my purple hair looks like a wig, or easy, just how pretty my friends are, perhaps. oh yah, i had someone tagging how cute my boyfriend is. nope! i shall consider that as spaming because it just gets to his head and brings damage to his brain. sorry. tag, okay people? have a say. seriously, anything at all. ( read: joo-tot - nothing wron with that, dari jubo digger? / bibs - i LOVE trains!!!! ) see. easy-peasy!

ok, speaking of sorry lives. today was an a-ok day. i'm getting sick sleeping on my brother's bed and it's high time i get my own bedroom again. he'll wake me up so early in the morning when he gets home and i will then have to shift and continue my sleep on my parents bed/the sofa outside/another 'everyone's' bed. so girls, if you have your own bedroom, count your fucken blessings ok. posters of handsome soccer players on ceiling, pinky cupboards..the telly..and ooh..the union jack on my window grill!!!!! omigod, i miss my old bedroom. dad still won't talk to me and mom just suck at money. it was so early in the morning, probably about 1o.30 and got myself ready to go over the boy's place. so that means, no make-up on and un-ironed shirt plus messy hair and sleepy still. bought maggi to his place because we were starving like hell. yah, i paiddd for the whole pack, eventho i know he gets to keep the remaining four packets. ok, anep is the best maggi cook ever. WAHAHA. ok seriously, some people can't cook maggi for nuts! like me, the gravy is either too thick or too bland..or the noodles is uncooked or overcooked and bloated and makes it look like puke. i can like, marry the boy and eat curry maggi my whole life!!!! ( right. ) after brunch, we watched lords of dogtown and i think the movie's kickass. ok, kick asshole for the plot and storyline. i was just concern about the totally rad skating stunts and cute, blonde, surfer dudes. a'ah..skaterz rulez. bikerz sux. * reminisces primary school days *
well, eventually the both of us got sick of it halfway through. cleared the dishes, changed into his super large tee and super short shorts and we got so shagged, i think we fell asleep the whole afternoon. it feels really long, surprisingly. i love falling asleep in his arms with coldplay's fix you blaring in the background. my eyes were so droopy and almost falling into a daze and there he was, lipsynching to me, holding my hands and playing with my fingers like he meant every single word. that. is just sweet. and everything nice.

we had dinner outside and hunted down for a red polo tee for my new job at the airport's chocolate duty-free shop tmr. tried every basic retail shop and none of them had the red colour for ladies. so it was just annoying and even more embarassing, to eventually get it at a kids department! so yeah, i bought a top at GioKids okayy. what more with the little fitting rooms that reveal my head, i had to sit on the cushion to change. it was pool with the girls after that. and the boy was so energetic, sometimes i feel as though he might be irritating my friends at his endless silly and LAME jokes, only i laugh at. but then again, the tots can be equally irritating and fucken lame and not-funny-but-the-fact-it's-not-funny-IS-funny sometimes. so i usually don't fret about mixing these two.

so here you have it, my sudden lengthy urge.



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