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bitchy mode back frm hiatus 20060126
in this blog, all the characters involved are intentionally made anonymous except me of course.
Let me tell u guys something. i hate being a bitch. not even for a moment or so. its not something for me to uphold wat more my life principle to live by. its not something that i can lift up my head with. but once somebody do the honors of switching the mode on, i gotta do what i gotta do, baby.
as far as possible i'll try to make this bitching prologue as political and less discreet.
ok first and foremost im not a hullabaloo like how most bitches are. or like whom i presume as bitches. bcoz nowadays bitches can take many forms and lie in many separate categories. they can mutilate from something so mild and surprise you with their viability to regurgitate watevr profanities she manage to contain.
ouhhh no im so disappointed with Jayla(American's Next Top Model). shes too adorable and all sweet to even fall in either of these categories. what worse was she proved herself dumb. dumb jet black.
ok tts not the point here.
the point is my dear bitch, u cant expect me to weave in the flow into ur matriarchs of the loud and uproar. im not an attention seeker like you, thats for sure. i have basic courtesy, mind you. im not being childish in case u read this and u tink its you.
its just that no matter what u do u'll always have to come to the basics. like telling ppl off nicely or at the very least just tell me, damn it, that u want that holy 100 pgs or so article. rather than hit me and snatch it from me. i noe tt i cant possibly translate the words but my brain is till picture-absorbent. i can still tell the difference btw a picture and another picture. its not even mine i noe. i noe tt all too well. its not that, that im pissed about but its just the fact that the place im in roofs you and ur every single vein just irritates me. i noe tis is very minor but its just you doing it that irks me. so the statement is clear here, I HATE YOU.
i just hate it when ppl just dont noe their basic manners. thanks to extravagant publicity. maybe tt has made you to think tt the way of seeking ppl's attention is by hitting and snatching and wailing at my fragile ears.
i can just feel my ears crumbling whenevr ur words greet my ears. ur sound frequency is just too high and all ya-ya. my ears are fragile u see.
i hate it when these ppl noe that they should stop but they just couldnt bcoz they think they are doing great tyme. ouhh yeah man, u are.
for now i shall remain a hypocrite.
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in this blog, all the characters involved are intentionally made anonymous except me of course.
Let me tell u guys something. i hate being a bitch. not even for a moment or so. its not something for me to uphold wat more my life principle to live by. its not something that i can lift up my head with. but once somebody do the honors of switching the mode on, i gotta do what i gotta do, baby.
as far as possible i'll try to make this bitching prologue as political and less discreet.
ok first and foremost im not a hullabaloo like how most bitches are. or like whom i presume as bitches. bcoz nowadays bitches can take many forms and lie in many separate categories. they can mutilate from something so mild and surprise you with their viability to regurgitate watevr profanities she manage to contain.
ouhhh no im so disappointed with Jayla(American's Next Top Model). shes too adorable and all sweet to even fall in either of these categories. what worse was she proved herself dumb. dumb jet black.
ok tts not the point here.
the point is my dear bitch, u cant expect me to weave in the flow into ur matriarchs of the loud and uproar. im not an attention seeker like you, thats for sure. i have basic courtesy, mind you. im not being childish in case u read this and u tink its you.
its just that no matter what u do u'll always have to come to the basics. like telling ppl off nicely or at the very least just tell me, damn it, that u want that holy 100 pgs or so article. rather than hit me and snatch it from me. i noe tt i cant possibly translate the words but my brain is till picture-absorbent. i can still tell the difference btw a picture and another picture. its not even mine i noe. i noe tt all too well. its not that, that im pissed about but its just the fact that the place im in roofs you and ur every single vein just irritates me. i noe tis is very minor but its just you doing it that irks me. so the statement is clear here, I HATE YOU.
i just hate it when ppl just dont noe their basic manners. thanks to extravagant publicity. maybe tt has made you to think tt the way of seeking ppl's attention is by hitting and snatching and wailing at my fragile ears.
i can just feel my ears crumbling whenevr ur words greet my ears. ur sound frequency is just too high and all ya-ya. my ears are fragile u see.
i hate it when these ppl noe that they should stop but they just couldnt bcoz they think they are doing great tyme. ouhh yeah man, u are.
for now i shall remain a hypocrite.
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