Monday, April 12, 2010
"Eh why the chips so crumpled ar"
My brother's english is seriously championz. Broken potato chips kena called crumpled. Retarded.
And what's with the weather. I seriously think we're all gonna die from heatwave, wrinkled like a prune from dehydration. how unglam.
AND.
i've learnt never to trust the ones who look naive and innocent. hidden behind that facade is the shrewdest, most cunning mind ever. gross. if u can do that to me, i can do that to you too. i will totally bitch slap you.
why do i feel like i am back in ac. haven't we all grown out of that phase? lol. then again, i do miss all the childish bitchings. time to relive them again. hahah.
i seriously feel like a walking contradiction. i just inked myself with my baptised name. shouldn't i be reminding myself to love thy neighbours?
but i can't help it. not when they are a bunch of dumbasses.
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