sian sian sian. casey just asked me to play tennis but the sky is so fucking gloomy. damm. i don't want to go all the way to st wilf for nothing. see whether the sky gets better. im just lazing around eating lays classic while watching heroes season 2. thats boring.
eh ass lar casey. that fucker just dc-ed while talking to me. oh wait, he's back. sian lar fuck.
haha, sorry for the fucks. just felt it was appropriate. :D
breaking my back just to know your name....
damm nice song! haha. somebody told me by the killers. woots. the weather is getting worse. bad bad bad. not good. so dark! man, this seriously sucks. and i just realised i'm all alone at home. only my maid is in. DAMM.
can this get any better?
thank God my bolster is still here:D muacks. hee hee. gay dick.
i have no idea why i type the previous sentence. boredom perhaps? most probably. i need to do something constructive and eating lays while watching heroes is not one of them. read a book? i found until judgement day by christine mcguire at this cheap book fair but i have yet to touch it. i hope it is as good as until the final verdict.
oh, there's another book. tuesday with morris by mitch albom. it's somewhere on my sister's table but i can't seem to find it. wha lao. this is getting worse. my day is so lousy. fuck fuck fuck. ):
my itunes is becoming more and more boring as days past. i probably can sing every song correctly, except for toxic by britney eh? haha. circle sister would know about that.
there's bits of trash on the table next to my bed. cheeezes wrapper, meji chocolate wrapper, a lot of medicine, coins and a half finished lays classic. pig sty.
this love by natasha bedingfield is goooood! and for you info, it used to be my favourite song. haha. i know im a pussy lar. shut up. i like my older posts. the first few. they were filled with so much trash in them that i have no idea how it came out. those were the trashy days.
sian lar.
i don't know how many sians i typed but i'm seriously soooo bored. why didn't my sisters bring me out ): wa laoxzxsxzx siaxzxzxzxx
you know i have no one to bitch about. actually i have some but no, i will not. so let me re-introduce my favourite bitch victim. calvin aka F2 cheung, now promoted to F3! woah, to a cube! not bad....
erm, what to say about him? he's a poser now! pose all those spainards, tennis spainards. i hope i did not get the spelling well. okay, tennis players from espanol, spain. the male tennis players. i think you can also say the footballers. spanish primere liga? you know those players who put a rubber strip on their foreheads or the hairline to keep the hair back?
CALVIN DID THAT.
it's quite stupid as first thing first, his hair is damm short. second thing, it only makes his face more visible for others to see. and you know that's not a pleasant sight.
aiyah, i'm being such a bastard but i doubt he even has the intellect to type gnepland.blogspot.com on the internet explorer title bar. even if i wanted to hint to him about my blog, i doubt he will even get it. for example, i will be like, it's easier that i show you the convo that i think will come about. (i always do this)
me: hey, check out my blog F2: whats your blog url? me: let me give you a hint. F2: oh okay, i like riddles. me: it's not a riddle dumbass but anyways, it's pengland.blogspot but the peng is spelled opposite. F2: errrrr, how do you spell peng? is it H-A-N-D-S-O-M-E? me: thanks! but no, it's C-A-L-V-I-N F2: is it! hey that's cool! i didn't know my name can be pronounced that way! me: retarded.....
imagine this convo exist. i will fucking laugh my ass off.
seriously! tell me who at sec 2 won't know what's a janitor. anyone? oh yah, there's someone. calvin. haha.
i'm going to hell for sure.
rain rain go away, i don't want to play tennis another day.
