♥ Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Must be the PMS.
Mocks mocks mocks... and guess whats next?
................EVEN MORE MOCKS!
So many mock exams coming up I think it is going to bury me alive.
R.I.P Mitch. You shall dine in hell.. *muahahhahah*
Yikes. I can literally hear those voices in my head!!!
[[ P/s: irrelevant pictures - Dinner with my high school friends. ]]

I'm disgusted by my own smile. As if I'm trying hard to act cute. NOOoooOOooOoooOoo.... I swear! I swear! Trust me I didn't do it on purpose!!! -.-"




Life is real boring sometimes..
Sometimes I hate to greet people on MSN..We practically have nothing to say even when we've not met that person for a million century!
Conversation will usually start off like this...
Hi.
Hey!
Long time no chat!
Yea. How are you?
Fine. You?
Good..hows life?
Great.
Yours?
Same old.
Wassup?
Nothing much.You?
The ceilling and fan. ( ha-ha.. So funny even my toes are laughing *roll eyes*)
end of story. LAME-oOoooOooo
The possible answers when the question " How are you?" pops out are...
- I'm good.
- I'm fine.
- I'm great.
- same old. (annoying idiot)
- still alive.. ( abit the durh right?. sohai-ness beyond god light sial)
And how on fucking GAY ASS LIFE can your life be the same old? Don't tell me you wear the exact same cloths you wore yesterday, ate the same food as yesterday and shitted the exact same colour shit as yesterday?
Impossible larh!!
At least tell me something new larh!! Say may be your neighbour's cat just gave birth to a puppy or something for fuck's sake!
C'mon..Go get a life ok.
I've been throwing my temper at everyone.
Must be the PMS.
dammit. fug PMS.