i'll let you in on a secret...
i absolutely abhor awakin in the mornin to quarrels... nags or perfectly anythin which would turn my mood foul...
i have a freakish towards it... and it ruins my mood for the entire day...
nel knows best... i turn nasty when i awake to non-snuggly buggly wuggly phone calls from him...
he speaks to me as he would to his sergeant when he is surrounded by his friends like pang the arse... guy thing... i suppose... i'm intolerably mean... so sue me...
but i digress...
last friday... my disposition visibly blackened when i got ripped up right in the mornin by the giant management for wearin an open toe shoe...
gawd... i do not have an attitude problem i stress...
i could only conclude the lian lian beng beng camaraderie had been jealously guarded and would not be extended to a non-member... *laughs*
and for the subsequent days... my sister could not stop makin my life a perfect living hell...
she had been ignorin me for three days and countin because she claims i am deprivin her a job at gelare by bringin quan quan to the interview... *blank look*
so much for sisterly ties huh... to think i introduced to her the jobs i had at hand... like sony ericsson (which is no more of course), metro, and gelare at plaza singapura... nice sister huh...
yesterday... she sneakily hid the concealor and blusher we shared... *gawd* i had to go for a cosmetic interview for fucks sake my sister...
and when i asked her for it... the reply was... "its mine..."
she probably knows of this blog... but who the fuck cares...
and the pimple was seated snugly right at my nose broadcastin to my interviewer of its presence... *faints*
and when things went wrong in the mornin it usually does for the rest of the day...
and true enough... i missed two of the only buses to the interview centre when i was runnin late... gawddamn...
i confess that i *gasp* indulge in a little blog hoppin... *embarrassed* now and then...
two nights ago... i hopped into a site of whom-i-shall-not-mention...
i remembered chow wee tellin me that he is the only councillor chow wee does not respect in the 25th student council...
anyway... as a detached observer...
i noted a delicious ongoing scuffle between he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned, his current girlfriend, his previous girlfriend (of whom i know personally from touch)...
and a whole damned load of concerned friends... who seemed only to be complicatin things...
i thought about many relationships...
and i think previous girlfriends with malicious tongues should burn in their hell holes... (of course not that my touch senior was bitchy... she handled it with the smart intellect and intuition of a woman) *laughs*
i think all the past and present are complications... and it perplexes further an already disturbed soul...
i want to lead a simple life... you know it...
i absolutely abhor awakin in the mornin to quarrels... nags or perfectly anythin which would turn my mood foul...
i have a freakish towards it... and it ruins my mood for the entire day...
nel knows best... i turn nasty when i awake to non-snuggly buggly wuggly phone calls from him...
he speaks to me as he would to his sergeant when he is surrounded by his friends like pang the arse... guy thing... i suppose... i'm intolerably mean... so sue me...
but i digress...
last friday... my disposition visibly blackened when i got ripped up right in the mornin by the giant management for wearin an open toe shoe...
gawd... i do not have an attitude problem i stress...
i could only conclude the lian lian beng beng camaraderie had been jealously guarded and would not be extended to a non-member... *laughs*
and for the subsequent days... my sister could not stop makin my life a perfect living hell...
she had been ignorin me for three days and countin because she claims i am deprivin her a job at gelare by bringin quan quan to the interview... *blank look*
so much for sisterly ties huh... to think i introduced to her the jobs i had at hand... like sony ericsson (which is no more of course), metro, and gelare at plaza singapura... nice sister huh...
yesterday... she sneakily hid the concealor and blusher we shared... *gawd* i had to go for a cosmetic interview for fucks sake my sister...
and when i asked her for it... the reply was... "its mine..."
she probably knows of this blog... but who the fuck cares...
and the pimple was seated snugly right at my nose broadcastin to my interviewer of its presence... *faints*
and when things went wrong in the mornin it usually does for the rest of the day...
and true enough... i missed two of the only buses to the interview centre when i was runnin late... gawddamn...
i confess that i *gasp* indulge in a little blog hoppin... *embarrassed* now and then...
two nights ago... i hopped into a site of whom-i-shall-not-mention...
i remembered chow wee tellin me that he is the only councillor chow wee does not respect in the 25th student council...
anyway... as a detached observer...
i noted a delicious ongoing scuffle between he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned, his current girlfriend, his previous girlfriend (of whom i know personally from touch)...
and a whole damned load of concerned friends... who seemed only to be complicatin things...
i thought about many relationships...
and i think previous girlfriends with malicious tongues should burn in their hell holes... (of course not that my touch senior was bitchy... she handled it with the smart intellect and intuition of a woman) *laughs*
i think all the past and present are complications... and it perplexes further an already disturbed soul...
i want to lead a simple life... you know it...
