running amok

Ebbed in a web, i spun around my negativity. Oh, silly me.

xx

1.uber busy.

oh beeswax xx

i'm currently cooking. i think cooking's my "person". i do it when im most stressed/when i'm not stress/when i'm lazyortired/when thesibling&i need food & even when we don't. i can't understand why i do it.

3 fires turned on again. i have abc soup, fish curry (not coconut one-i don't like coconut), tofu&mushroom concoction -i love tofus xx & still thinking if i should light mr. lucky last just to make some snow peas =/ dinner for 2, my brother&i.

yesterdays haven't been going well. well, that's an understatement. come every 4 o'clock, i get so tired, my bones start to twinkietouch with one another. i keep myself awake by clugging down teapots of greens. to my dismay, i find out -too much tea is bad for u X_X so looks like i am going to live a very short life ai?
-this coming from the reformed coffee splurgeon sob*

i am so uber busy just doing nothing.

imagine.

2.uber poor

my phone bill hasn't arrived but i know come next month..i know. i even stopped calling ms. km due to x1 reason above

sewing class nearly killed my expenditure for this month. what do you know, grandma's little sparetime filler healer isn't so cheap after all xx

there's the other thing related to stress and poor -shopping
when i am stress, i shop. when i am poor, i'm stress. sick cycle ey?

besides the point, i shop heaps.

3.uber tired

my worries have piled up into a neat little folder called "uni". you will find this neaty located at my top rhs on my desktop. it's sitting there, telling me, "honey, wake up. you have 5 weeks left.." -oh screw that, you just missed another week. glad to know you are trying. (yes, head inside still talks to me) at least i'm organized no? =/

bad time management forced me to go into lapses of nightly food binging, incorporate stress and perfect equation for ms. time bomb. i make up for it by running twice as hard. see, i have this other food theory : eat twice as much, run twice as hard -normally it doesn't work as i pack on more than not.

stress+food binging+harder workouts = run down the mill, age84 granny trying to catch up with time. sigh~

something to look forward to:
x1 dinner
-my tofus fully absorbed the mushroom flavor
-my fish curry decided to behave (maybe because i had time)

the sibling gave it a disgusted look, took a mouthful & lapped it up.

good dooogggieeee xx

x1 completed short report
-please please stop procrastinating

x1 lg viewty, the new hp i've decided to get or not..woot!

just that it has an expansionary time lag so i might decide against..ergh but the camera is uber excellente & it's touchscreen. yes -i am still fully woman.

x1 lighter side of life, less negativity. behold, feel my zen. come with me now.

sorry i'm taking the easy road & avoiding people.
let's face it. we all seem reluctant to make happy with the public from time to time. let my martha get back on it's footing. till then
xx

busy with assignments. dnd for the next 3weeks.

currently,

i put tofus into everything cept soups yum!

i am currently preshrinking my cloth yayness!

i will start my assignment at 8PM!

lovelove.

lazy sunday.

The True You

You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you. With respect to money, you spend as little as possible. You think good luck is something you won't attain - you expect bad luck. The hidden side of your personality tends to be reluctant to accept things as they are. And you are prone to think negatively. You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked. When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.

Who's" The True You?

You Are More Mild Than Wild

You're confident, and you really aren't concerned with how "hot" you are. Other people's ideas of what's sexy don't concern you. And this is exactly what makes you attractive.

Are You Hot?

You Are 50% Extrovert, 50% Introvert

You're a bit outgoing, a bit reserved Like most people, you enjoy being social But you also value the time you have alone You have struck a good balance!

Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?

You Have A Type A Personality

You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood You tend to succeed at everything you attempt And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top! You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested You have the perfect personality for business and athletic success

Do You Have a Type A Personality?

Your Life Is Worth...

$989,000

How Much Is Your Life Worth?

Your Personality is Very Rare (ENFJ)

Your personality type is dramatic, expressive, proud, and demanding. Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 5% of all women and 2% of all men You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

You Are 68% Open Minded

You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded. Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints. But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line. You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.

How Open Minded Are You?

You Are 60% Left Brained, 40% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence

You shine in your ability to relate to and understand others. Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel. You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations. A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict. You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

oh pretty blooper.

words make my heart sing

they capture what the heart speaks

sometimes in the loneliest of nights,

in decibels no one understands

where i'm rendered speechless & shred to tears

where i'm capable of writing cupboardfull paper attachments

where i can emotionally attach&detach myself as easily as a paperdoll

where no one understands but yourself

when i am incapacitated & unable to draw straight lines,

i am that enthusiast.

i scribble, i eat, i read.
they make me feel like shit.


xoxo,
the girl with her biro, whiteout & blacklined A4



I probably shouldn't mention this as it may stir some shit out of other peoples' asses.
but..WTF

WTF is up with ppl, their msn & replacing words with jpegs/moving objects?
1. I can't see pass the fucking mishap
2. Sometimes those images don't even correlate with the word
3. I have to lazily use more of MY resources & drag the image down to my typebox
4. I don't like playing guessing games esp. when im fucking tired
5. It's fucking ugly (no offence)
6. What happen to the days of good old fashion explanation? or has mankinds level of english deteriorated?

come on..

i seriously cant see the reason behind this catastrophe happening to gen-ys.
because it cute?!
SUAY.
damn suay...

psychoanalyse, temporal sanity.

...work stress*

makes you do very highly unintelligent things..

These are my lightweight specs. i normally like to use these because it gives me less of an induced migraine. They are rayban's 50% knock offs. I have had them for about a year now & only bought them when i realize my guccis were far too heavy, causing me a headache. The mrs and i got roped into buying them after being smittened into believing we should not be living without a pair.


That shirt is a decent imitation of a cowboy 30/40s style shirt, plaid in dark blue/dark brown, a moderate topshop discovery. Nifty but it works -either as a long mens' style shirt, a short tie up outer layer, an expensive handtowel or a groovy floor rag. Yes, we have to improvise when one is dollars & cents short.


Woman with the dishevelled hair is me. hello..!xx

I have no makeup lacquered. Hair is unbelievably soft & messy although bit dry =/ (condemn the weather shall we). Eyebrows are perfectly symetrical, captioning the eyes in what seems to be a rectangular. no, wait, that's my specs (pardon me)..I have my buckteeth showing in a slight gape, gawking at i donoh who, doing i donoh what.

Somehow the look works.

Please, do not write nonsensical jargon if you don't have sources.
Always, always, source your jargon.

Egal! ref: from the archies' archives.

I have grown.
xx

look at those skinny pins. my fingers tells you i am a skinny mini or so it seems?

unfortunately, mr. finance doesn't think so.

& i quote: poke* "omg, you're fat."
s, "i told you. i eat so much."
mr. finance, "i dono. tot ur skinny ma....must be all the clothes..cannot see. ehehe"

this coming from the beerdiluted man who cooked me a hearty oil-induced-barbie lunch consisting of:
x many honey soy chicken wings
x many kransky
x many sausages
x many lamb pieces (didnt touch those. ick..)

while i was doing my practise assignment

(which i got all wrong probably due to hunger pangs, tired eyes & lack of concerntration btw)

o-m-g h-e-a-v-e-n

until . . .(15 minutes later) -it got cold @_@
do you know how disgusting oil tastes cold?

i had my first cheap shot today.

trust me to skip the gym for the healthy brunch.

somewhere only we'd go.

those dungus who missed each other's company decided to try something.
oh-so-lovely.

this is probably due to:

a. we club too much, together & we are alchos in real life, we'd do anything to give our minds temporal insanity.

b. we miss each other's company to the extentions of hazzy webcam HALLELUJAH!, cheap photoshots, even cheaper wine, a blast of a night filled with incessant whining, bersessioning & nonchalants.

c. we were too bored, burdened & spat out like a wad of last night's chewing gum, we decided to open bottles & indulge, oh classy.

d. all of the above.

e. none of the above, please choose wisely.

Xx

drink, drank, drunk. that's what you get after a night, actually just 3hours worth of an alcho shower. we managed to finish x1 botol each, well close enough.

see, munsies being so refined with the wine glass, while i is needing one of those $4 for 4.

oh cheap thrillxx

elusive heartache.

i’m feeling blind

like the suns in my eyes

there's something you need to know

i’m wasting time

fall behind, in my mind

cause i’m fighting in a losing war

Tiny little fault lines cracking inside my soul

you can't look me in the eye
and i don't do surprises
i got nothing at all
if you catch me i fall.

Productivity peak.

My productivity (X amount of goods & services produced x X amount of labour hours worked) increased at an exponential rate today, running at full steam. The technical lingo I chucked in was just to fill word count. Besides it looks pretty, pardon my idiosyncrasy.

I've basically did about 5 hours straight study (till my neck muscles tighten), like those monetary policies, minus out a hefty 3 hrs worth of procrastinating time & voila, you get an exponential growth rate. No, seriously.

Should i pie chart myself? hrm.

I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.
I'm wasting away.
*stress*

The cold metal on the chair (probably unintentional) has started to jab into my backbone.
Nasty nasty furniture i tell you xx (I like to talk to my furniture too)
Hopefully the sibling comes home with food for the poor starving african kid.

I've moved to my bed btw. Cosy has never been so cosy till I bought a warm toasty electric blanket. (please no mentions of the "what ifs" ala..)
Let me elaborate,
Question: What if some faulty wires spark a fire or worse..risk electrocution?
-Phishh, I've heard it all (the sibling is not kind)

Answer: Firstly, this would be highly unlikely. I'm sure the circuit board has a fuse. But if that actually occurs, I hope this happens while I'm out and all OUR things get burnt together. (The sibling looks hurt) And in the event that I am sleeping, let it be very good sleep. Hopefully the carbon dioxide kills me first.

And here i shall lie just like x1 comatose produce
Awaiting.

Well, i shouldn't be hungry..i've eaten
x1 poison apple
x1 packet honey macadamia (the economy sized ones)
x1 huge ass glass of milk
but these are just yunk.
I want dinner. whine*

Please feed me
xx

Totally unrelated, if sad had a colour, Id be grey. sigh.

sleep deprived, frivolous i tell you.

sometimes i wonder if it's safe treading on new territory.
images of myself slowly spinning either into x1 auntie/x1 tranny is uber unbecoming.

some lessons learnt,

s, "what the fuck is that? how come her nipple got like x1 dark ring around it? wtf."

mr finance, "yer..wtf. that's what i like to call a fat nipple."
s, "wtf? how come this girl have, the other girl doesn't?"
mr. finance, "look at their size.."
s, "but this girl also don't have.." (pointing to a larger looking girl)
mr. finance, "maybe the other girl play alot or she's married..she & her husband play.."

wtf xx

g, "any hot girls ar?"
s, "no, but got naked girls.."
g's eyes flashing..
s, "i show you."
g, "WTFFFFFF...yer"

mr. finance & i -wahahahaha, kena tipu.

xx

s, "if only all my fats went to my breast.."
g, "can one ah?...is that why i see all the girls wearing belts?"
WTF

conversations that head nowhere, seriously GG!
note* never talk to guys about cleo/cosmo
xx

besides that, my gaunt appearance is a dead giveaway for lack of sleep.
due to x1 ms. km as we have x1 hour sessions per 3/4 times a day. (she gets a tad bit addictive)
this totalling to x amount of dollars (i shall not reminise on the times when i was rich..)
needless to say, when my bill comes, i will be paying for my action inactions.
i heart you babeh xoxo
no regrets whatsoever.
xx

oo.., btw i'm starting basic sewing lessons in two weeks. (yes, yes, let's all laugh at the auntie)
but if ever your pants split, i'll make you eat up your words as you wait patiently while i do it up.
anyway, i can't wait.. then i can make all those lovely dresses up in my head.

Yesterday (i gave up watching movies), walked into lincraft/cleos, I saw fabric & i fell in love.
o-m-g -plenty of sheer, chiffon, lace, satin, batik prints & stripeys.
I spent a generous amount of x hours (i shall not mention) there.
swear i could have bought up the whole store.
oh, the mrs wouldn't be pleased.
xx

after exams, i plan to:
a. make a move to sydney for sushi & craft markets
b. head down to mt. hotham/mt. buller to snowboard (ms. z interested?)
c. buy a sewing machine, fabric and make a start.
d. wait for ms. km's arrival (if she ever gets her tranny ass moving)
e. more meetups, more catchup, lovely.

Those exam woes, -i have not thought about.
xx

oh potluck this saturday,
c, "so how, you cook or i cook?"
s, "im lazy."
c, "ok i cook. If it turns out nice, we say it's you. if not, we say it's me."

feeling the love?
xx

btw, this is Godo..
x1 fish (left) -Go
x1 fish (right) -Do

wtf.

till then xoxo

x telco company.

I receive a phone call from X company today.
In the beginning, I assumed I was being given a free trial cellphone to fiddle with.
I swooned with delight. Fine, fine, fine.
I agreed with all the terms, gave my details and everything.
Then, they hit my surprise button, "$33 per month worth of calls ms, you'd only have to pay for that."

I nearly regurgitated that last mouthful of water.
So i tried to explain that:
a. I've checked the phones out -the model wasn't current
(i would have considered IF the models were current)
b. I didn't like the price tag on that free term
c. I am currently with a phone plan -so why would i need another?

For half an hour without getting anywhere, she finally calls her supervising manager, mr. indian.
I am once again trying to fit all angles in and explain my whole situation for the millionenth time.
He interupts, disregards everything that I had explained to him.

Now this is priceless.
s, "Look, I do not like the tone of voice you are using. You are being very rude and as a customer, I think I should be treated with more respect." (expecting an apology)
mr. I, (half yelling), "I'm not being rude, i'm just trying to tell you so you can understand."
s, "Alright, well I dont think you have your sales pitch right."
mr. I, "What sales pitch? I do not have a sales pitch"
-Look buddy, if you are trying to sell somebody something, you have a sales pitch.
s, "I am a customer and I shouldnt be yelled at. I am not interested in whatever you were trying to sell to me anymore."
mr. I, "Then why did you give me your details?"
s, "Because initially I was interested but being yelled at changed my mind."
mr. I, "So are you still interest in this..."
s, "Nop."

mr. I hangs up.

Now tell me what do you see wrong with that picture?
a. I didn't hang up
b. I have too much time on my hands to entertain such fucks
c. I just love pissing people off
d. He was fully at fault and he shouldn't have hung up, I should
xx

enter caption here.

Rationally, I want to whack myself silly with my handheld clutch just cz it's right infront of me.

Dinner tonight with soddysappy is at 7.30 & I’ve already devoured x2 muffins, x2 chocolate twist & x1 spinach&ricotta roll (which sucked, I ate it anyway)
I hate to say it but my best friend is waiting for me this coming week.
Back to the grueling x2 hours of painstaking effort, that maximized regime I made.
Easy peasy, it’s like spreading peanut butter on my thighs

The problem is,
a. I do not sweat, not even a stipple, not even enough to fill up a vial.
b. I do not emanate heat like that carburetor parked in my basement.
c. I do not have a sky-scraping metabolism rate enabling me to devour my whole fridge in one sitting (I know that’s nasty –I’m nasty)
d. I do not have legs long enough for those lipids to disperse proportionally
e. I eat waaaaay to much? (out of the question)

Urgh, I am so full. How am I going to enjoy dinner? –ill think about that later
*devours another muffin while writing this (I only bought 4)

Free function flows like reservoir water, celebrating mj's 22nd bday.

The friends recently like to venture out for drinks (jau guais) teehee
–the sohos, the daiquiris, the martinis, the mojitos

We make a mockery of the peace sign.

This is my freerider theory working up on lesmond's account.

The whole week’s been eat, drink, eat, drink, eat, drink
–from buffet dinners, korean bbqs, jap cuisine, tonight jap fine dining & felafels (more&more felafels)
Who could resist those savoury delights?
I’m starting to miss my own home cooking –my tofus, my lovely tofus
Decisively, I told myself that not before remembering I have a potluck this weekend =/

I’ve been going out too much lately.
My assignments are missing my presence.
My pots&pans feel caged up in the cupboard.
My dishwasher feels unloved, unused.
The only thing being at work is my wonderous bed.
Oh bed, oh bed, It never fails to tuck me in on late nights. Shweetxx

My wisdom tooth finally decided to take our relationship to another level.
Apparently, I kept abusing it.

It loved it so much that now, it’s trying my techniques back on me.
Sadomasochist.

I have nothing but everything to write.

“You think this song is about you, don’t you, don’t you?”
Pffxx

one big question playing on my mind, can we catch STD through a communal toilet seat? (ill let you know) -bit later xx

Note* i do not have STD, i did not catch STD, i do not have any affiliation with any persons in contact with STD thank you.

xx

Bird's eye view.

i made it, i live it, i love it.

The world's jealous you're in RGB colour.
xx

delectable delicatessen

semi-auto visuals, self explainatory.

schizophrenia, momentary lapse.

loveholic, sky.

30 days after prescription, still no sign of improvement.
You are already in a place where I can never reach no matter how long I run after you.
I should forget you -your eyes, your breath, and even that warm hand

As I fell in deeper love, I become lonelier.
I can barely talk because of my frozen body.
The whole world is filled with you.

Since I was more used to you than breathing, whenever I look up, I cry because of you.

Take this.. it's my favorite…but I am giving it to you.
Why are you giving this to me?
Take a picture and give it to me I want to see your face, when you miss me the most.

Is it okay to kiss you?

We should never have met...
there is no such thing like..
we could overcome this..

Even dreams, don't do such things like this to me.
The whole world is filled with you.

Since I was more used to you than breathing, whenever I look up, I cry because of you.

Is he going to come back if you keep remembering him?
Are you not getting sick of love?

Illness: mental disorder, caused by love
Symptoms: Extreme watching & listening to imaginary things -seems like a mental breakdown.
Name of disease: There is no proper name -only defined as loveholic.

derivatives.

fiddlesticks with this 'imo' i heard ages ago.
why do people keep using terminology i don't understand?
or maybe i made that promiscious word up in my little head
& now im just finding answers to something which has no reason whatsoever.
note* now sn thinks imo is : in my opinion (correct her if she's right!)
xx

i'm talking to lan. lan is a hero. really.
he laughs at me, all the time.
1. i am blur la/slow la/ape la.
2. my benars, all my benars.
3. his futsal shoes
4. dah tua x1 grandmama bole?

ei, don't laugh. seriously -i like his 'seriously' face.
xx

queen p is my lucky charm.
she n i were talking (let me digress)
-i bought uber wunderbar e.macpherson lingerie when she called
anyway, we haven't yet received our moolah.
i need that moolah. i want to sign up for courses.
i need a job. i need to make more moolah.
this somehow feels like the never-ending picket fence.
xx

it's apparently true.
we are havign a melbie yc reunion.
location : at. patsy's place
i just checked my facebook, replied the message & got back onto my assignment.

my brain's seriously wired up the wrong side round.
my instincts keep telling me i should meet up with people & i will!
(i'm not sure how much of this msg the brain in me understood -but it hasn't proven effective)
cm msged me to come over as well.

the tranny is so uber lazy. she hasn't even gotten out of her seat since 10am today.
(except to fuel up with choccies, cookies, nuts, sassafras xx)
her only justification was that she had to sit down & complete her assignment.
(which she did not get very far with, thank you)

lest the assumptions on whys, the fact is i didn't get very far.
in my defense, i now know what terms such as : overlocking, millinery, slr, choux (to name a few) are -at least.
& i made up a yunk theory (took less than 5 secs but hey)
hear me out.

x amount of cookies x x amount of trips = x amount of exercise done for x amount of cookies

so say person A has x1 cookie, person A walks x1 to the kitchen & x1 back from the kitchen (im not going to get technical), person A would have done x amount of exercise for that x amount of cookies, cancelling out (although minute), still cancelling out a little bit of the yunk that person A has put in.

note to self* never listen to yunk theories.
xx

to stop me from turning senile, i have decided to make it a point to ketchup next week.
if you do hear an old granny's voice, just take note..it's me.
(see now i didn't mention names -so i don't get into trouble if i don't call -how clever)

xoxo,
much love.

ps. doesn't HEY make you think back to x1 circus performer doing a cancan dance or is it just me?

the smallest intrument-playing-unicycle-band HEY!

*note, none of this was fabricated

& she cooed

Ouchouch, she said ouch!X
*picture taken one fine day.

C believes I am capable of achieving my dreams of being x1 paparazzi.
His claim: I know so much about their lives and follow their waking movements, what better of a way than to follow them and make some moolah HEY! -That was literally his expression.
That little shithead xx

S, “Of course I want to make XXXXXXXXX amount of dollars. But I want to do it in the comfort of my own home. Besides, I’m such a bimbo. I don’t think I’d be able to gawk at them without touching them”
C, +_+ braindead.

another one of those frivolous convolutions.

C, “You know...your face….pimples….coming out?”
S, “My period’s coming. Face goes all wonky on me.”
C, “Must suck to be you.
S, "Why?"

C, "Pretty for 2 weeks, ugly the next.”
Wtf xx

Bordering on ineedsleep

Today at uni I realized:
-the hot water system does not pull mood swings
-conditioner sticks to hair after cold showers (or maybe I missed one-of-a many dollops of spots)
-cold drafty air coming from open doors sends colder draftier chills

The uni female’s changing room/locker room/toilet/ shower place is always (I’m not sure if intentional) left open. Standing 148cm, (don’t count me on this figure –I haven’t measured myself straight up since 2 yrs but I’m sure im still the same, vertically challenged.) stark naked, embodied with sweat (I don’t sweat much), I wait a good 5 minutes before stepping into what I’d like to term as a trickle of water, you can imagine, no?

Let me illustrate further.

Say person A wants to have a nice ‘cool’ (but in my terms hot* shower) after a nice workout at the gym. Person A doesn’t want to shower in the cold. Moreover, as weather confused as person A is already, person A does not want to shower with a big drafty seachange (close the door already). Unfortunately, person A has already made a hefty donation to the gym at the local community so person A is left choiceless.

Once in the shower, person A, already cold from the trickling shower and drafty winds, would like some closure ie. to shower fastx2 & get the fuck out of there. However, person A is unable to do so with the sprinkler of a showerhead although manageable, made it impermissible. (I know this sounds sad – bear with me)

Ps. By means of sprinkler, the water does not touch your body until you bring it to you.
Imagine x1 rotating sprinkler and you trying to avoid being soaked
(except the sprinkler is faced down and you are trying to get soaked)
It’s like catching a wave. Really.

So moral of the story is, always back up a good story with imaginary objects.
Conclusively, its safe to say, it’s been a good 2 consecutive weeks (excluding term break) run for my money since I’ve had a decent shower at uni.

xx

It was like that duck speaking to a goose xx

LT class made me swear to hell’s hole. It was one of those culture confused days.
I am xxfobbie , able to turn faces around by saying the most randomest shit.
-This I don’t need to justify

Today’s 101 lesson, the art of perfecting the England which I possess: re… rec…. rec..rectification.

All other fobs must have been like, “bodoh cina fob, donoH how to say don’t say wtf.”
Terruin our fobbie image.
HajaHaja
Uber malu man.

I dug deeper into the opening vortex –stuck me in ya’ll! whoopie xx

After that, I had to use another tongue-rolling word to continue with my answer.
Cer..co…com…compromise.
Wtf is going on?

Completely terstuck in 2 different time zones, legs sticking out on one side.

Needless to say, I was x1 half asleep/thinking about what to eat for the day already/was 15 minutes late into class/ran in with heaps of books/made a lot of noise/still catching my breath/pissed off at the amount of cars trying to ‘cheong’ my spot wtf (the reasons of my lateness explained)

I don’t doubt the tutor picked on me because I was the only walk-in at that time.
Xx

Anyway, overlooking the last years, it’s safe to say I consume about 35% daily, sometimes longer (ok, mostly longer, if not for uni) actively enrolled in the art of checking your/myself out.
I have realized, like death & taxes (I like to explain certain things to myself from time to time)

There are only 2 things you can’t change about yourself.
a. X1 features -Your boobs shrink, your feet contract, your hair gets longer etc. &
b. X1 tettet of a height once you’ve reached my age

(unless you want to try breaking bones in china)

The latter is unadvisable.
The rest is changeable.
Xx

Im no superman. xx

How right is right?
How long is long?

That is for you to determine : who, what, where, when, how & why

Resistance is just one call away.
Always that one call away.
Fuck that one call.
Xx

Ms. Km finally admits defeat
Steph : 1, That other mistress : 0

The woman came to her senses, “blogspot is the best blogsite”
Thank you.
Xx

x1 mr. t -im so sad. my canto dah jatuh standard.

not that it was any good in the first place.

whine*

oh i miss u both.

xx