someday, my prince will come

queen bizi. phoebe.
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blogs are dramaticised. mine, in particular, being especially so.

self-dilute my satirical nonsense, as you deem fit. i am generally a lot lesser than my insubstantial vernacular.

comments are generally unappreciated and ignored. unless you have been involved in a clandestine scandal with me, i will pretend to be ignorant to your cognizance of this humble presence.

i am on a perpetuated diet.
i am unbelievably stubborn.
i am ridiculously fickle-minded.

i am full of shit. i know.
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random #3 @ 22:28
i'm supposed to pretend that i dun know my boyfriend went to buy a p*nk n*****do *s for my birthday today. ^^

and my super sweet darling dear came to fetch me to work this afternoon cuz it was raining and i was complaining about my jellified legs. clubbing aftermath. the exact reason i thought about being botak. cuz my hair reeks of cigarette.

and so kes, fang and i went mambo-ing last night. it might have been less fun if not for the 2 jugs of bourbon coke (apparently its still one-for-one at 1240). i dun think i drank as much as i did last night.

arh.. i actually had alot of things that i was going to blog about, like when my boyfriend came over to hug me at 1am just cuz i was feeling down, like how my very cute boyfriend wears socks to sleep when he's sick, like the very cute wallet (so cute tt i kinda dun dare to use) which he got me from kl..

oh, i'm not intending to blog about how i finished 3 out of 5 papers early this semester. (one of which i finished at the exact time the invigilator said we're not longer allowed to leave the exam venue, the other one i had enough time to refer to the text at every paragraph.)

anyways, the point is, i have a very very very sweet, super duper wuper cute, king kong sup pao super sup kae boyfriend. and i have every intention of bagging this boyfriend for good. of cuz, that includes minor sacrifices like doing things that will hopefully make him happy and subsequently love me more, and not doing the things that upset him, that which will lead to him loving me less. ^^

me: 阿宝, 我要花..
him: hands me the parsley from his pasta.
me: -.-"

me: 阿宝, 我生日的时候, 我要踢你下楼..
him: 为什么?
me: then 屁股就会开花, then 我就有花了 lor.
him: -.-"

life is wonderful when u let it be. i heart heart heart ray darling. my ray darling. ^^


erm, ya, he looks fugly, but i think i look cute, so nevermind la. ^^


Thursday, May 3, 2007
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