Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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my last post was on the 29th of oct. today's the 7th of nov. haha. tts 9 WHOLE DAYS! so ok, wad happened in the past 9 days. halloween, and alot of crap. haha. but heck. tmr is CHULING'S BIRTHDAY! so let's all sing a birthday song for her. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. U ARE BORN IN THE ZOO. U LOOK LYK A MONKEY AND U ACT LYK ONE TOO. haha. yay chuling! getting older but not wiser. =p
went to ikea to get her present ytd. sockie darling and i were gaying ard lyk mad. haha. stupid shit. so anws, today, because we had to get and do her present, we had to chase her away. so we told her tt i had OSL (which i really had), tt sock had to see mrs leong/fadzleen, char had to go home to err... sleep? and cecilia had to meet her mum at lot 1. so i tink she went home tinking we really did all tt, when actually, char and ceci went to get her present while sock and i stayed bk to finish her present. i'll put up the pic of the marvellous piece of work after we give it to her. so ok.. stayeed bk in the design centre watching all the OSL ppl dance. darling and i were just sitting in a corner doing binomial expansion. a maths. gees. x) after tt, we went to westmall to hang. went to mos burger to finish up chu's present and tt stupid sock, she made me chock on pearls cos she made a stupid face. (i told u i'll blog this, sock =p)



anws, i'm getting really traumatised by banglas from KEPPEL SHIPYARD! seriously, no life shit. stop calling me and telling me tt i'm ur fren. and tt u're in jurong point jalan-jalaning. cos I DUN CARE! haha. no-skilled worker thing-a-ma-bob. i'm not ur fren and i dun wana b. so dun-----call-----me. thank you. hv a nice day mr. bangla-i'm-an-unskilled-worker-and-i-can't-lie-for-shit. =) pls fall and die under a crate.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave.
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BELINDA
ni hao! I am currently gay 15. I was conceived by the biological phenomenom called sex, where sperm and egg fuse to become zygote, then embryo, then foetus. And that's how I came into this God-forsaken world on the 29th November 1991. Please understand the implications of acknowledging my birthdate because boxes with ribbons ARE expected.
I would love you but I don't know you so I don't. If I had any life at all, it'd be called drama because that's all I want it to be. Also, if I had to choose 4 colours, they'd be purple, orange, red and green.I love shopping, as would any normal girl. If you feel like you don't fit into that category, don't feel bad because sometimes being abnormal can be quite a compliment. Give me flowers and I promise I will jump with joy. If you are praying for a kiss, pray harder. You've got a long way to go. I love Max Brenner's chocolate. period. But for my daily dose of sugar, I wouldn't mind Jellybeans. Can't say they're not one of my favourites.
I adore DIM SUM. If they were man, I'd date them. They're hot, literally. Rum and Raisin flavoured ice cream can't get any better than it already is. (well, it depends. some restaurants seriously need to work really hard)
I LOVE SPONGEBOB. DON'T tell me it's an immature obsession. You've just stated the obvious. I'll get over it. Soon enough at least.
I don't know why you're still reading my crap. You must really like me.
if you could smell me from where you are, you'd probably smell CK be. (that's if it's not still sitting on the shelves in the store, all lonely... and sad.) -hint hint.
LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. need i say more?
I want to learn how to ballroom dance, bartend, fence and be multi-lingual. German and French are toppers on my list of want-to-learns.
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go on,
try to seduce me
THEN AGAIN♥
Oh, and let me remind you that this is MY blog. and since it's mine, I write whatever I want. If you're not happy for some reason (or for no reason at all), go away. Don't start a verbal war on my tagboard telling me how much you hate my guts, as if I would actually give a shit about you and your fucking comments. Potty mouthed or not potty mouthed, spare me your toilet paper or so help me I'll stuff it up you ass. You're welcome
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
♥
my last post was on the 29th of oct. today's the 7th of nov. haha. tts 9 WHOLE DAYS! so ok, wad happened in the past 9 days. halloween, and alot of crap. haha. but heck. tmr is CHULING'S BIRTHDAY! so let's all sing a birthday song for her. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. U ARE BORN IN THE ZOO. U LOOK LYK A MONKEY AND U ACT LYK ONE TOO. haha. yay chuling! getting older but not wiser. =p
went to ikea to get her present ytd. sockie darling and i were gaying ard lyk mad. haha. stupid shit. so anws, today, because we had to get and do her present, we had to chase her away. so we told her tt i had OSL (which i really had), tt sock had to see mrs leong/fadzleen, char had to go home to err... sleep? and cecilia had to meet her mum at lot 1. so i tink she went home tinking we really did all tt, when actually, char and ceci went to get her present while sock and i stayed bk to finish her present. i'll put up the pic of the marvellous piece of work after we give it to her. so ok.. stayeed bk in the design centre watching all the OSL ppl dance. darling and i were just sitting in a corner doing binomial expansion. a maths. gees. x) after tt, we went to westmall to hang. went to mos burger to finish up chu's present and tt stupid sock, she made me chock on pearls cos she made a stupid face. (i told u i'll blog this, sock =p)



anws, i'm getting really traumatised by banglas from KEPPEL SHIPYARD! seriously, no life shit. stop calling me and telling me tt i'm ur fren. and tt u're in jurong point jalan-jalaning. cos I DUN CARE! haha. no-skilled worker thing-a-ma-bob. i'm not ur fren and i dun wana b. so dun-----call-----me. thank you. hv a nice day mr. bangla-i'm-an-unskilled-worker-and-i-can't-lie-for-shit. =) pls fall and die under a crate.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave.