I'M THE FUCKED UP WEIRD GIRL NOW.

sheesh.

nice lil bands.


Today was my downloading spree.
I have to thank Mr. Squigglepants for the link.


WOW.


I have never downloaded so many videos.


Cashvin eat your heart out. Bwahahah. Okay, Maybe not.
But, get ready to get some vids.


OH OH OH. MY AMERICAN HEART.
I DON'T KNOW, BUT I THINK THE VOCALIST
IS LIKE 10.


They are so cute.


NICE SONGS TOO.


Okay, i'll shut this time.
I've added new links so go check it out.




Fin.

Wow.


I read my archives.


And I realised how full of shit I was.


I'm so disgusted with myself.


Goodnight.

Ladies and Lads.

Welcome to my blog.

My newly decorated blog.

I love this.

And so.

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People, please do not call me after 10. Please.

If you want my head on a chopboard, please call.

Lonnie. I'm sorry for laughing at you.

Friendster is poo. Myspace is poo too.

Vampirefreaks dig.

I have nothing to say now.

Fin.

Lessons.

Mikey Way is mine. Don't touch him. says:
teach me how to curse in japanese.

Minicyn is pretty,minicyn is good,seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter says:
bakayaro=idiot

Minicyn is pretty,minicyn is good,seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter says:
usura tonkachi=complete idiot

Minicyn is pretty,minicyn is good,seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter says:
konoyaro=sth like f u

Mikey Way is mine. Don't touch him. says:
OOOH

Minicyn is pretty,minicyn is good,seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter says:
baka=stupid

Mikey Way is mine. Don't touch him. says:
i'm laughing at myself. my pathetic attempt to read the words. it comes out all kelingish for me.

yay. i know how to curse in japanese now. do you?

Sushi-ing.

Hello.

Well. Today. Sushi was. Fun.

Hello Mr. Kansas sir. You were late.

Wasabi-kid.

And uh, yeah. I think you do look better in appearence.
Lol.

Well. Sushi. Thank you Cashvin.
I still feel guilty and it's killing me inside.
90 bucks.
HO MY.

I swear i'll pay you.

So. Yeah. Sushi.
I think i'm sick.

Mr. Poe

Okay, so I missed the making of 'I'm not okay' from MCR.
Aargh. Lonny didn't call at all.
Hpmh. I guess I just have to look for re-runs.

So, today for Drama, not much.
Before Drama, I had to clean stuff in a room.
Yes, CLEAN. I'm suddenly so familiar with it.

So, Shaz, Zach and myself, we were in-charge of the books.
And I stumbled across this book called the 'The Black Cat'
by Edgar Allan Poe. Well, I read the first few lines, got engrossed,
and stole the book. What's new.

Edgar Allan Poe.

'My mind was full of pain and horror...'

No writer knew pain and horror than Edgar Allan Poe.
He lived most of his life afraid of things in his own mind.

He was born Edgar Poe on 19th January 1809 in Boston, USA,
but he lived with a rich family called the Allans in Richmond,
Virginia, after his real father left home and his mother died.
Mrs Allan loved him like a real son but her husband was not kind to him.
He took Edgar away from university, after less than a year, because the
boy was spending too much money.
This hurt Edgar very deeply. The dislike between him and John Allan grew and in 1827
he left the Allans' home forever.

The rest of his life was very unhappy. He was always writing, and worked
for newspapers and magazines, but he never made any money from his books
of poems and stories. He was often ill and drank too much because
of his unhappiness. He died on 7th october 1849, a very poor man.

Since his death, he has becaome on of the most famous of all American writers.
His first books nowsell for hundreds of thousands of pounds.

I read the first part of the book. When he described the way he
killed the cat, I put the book down and refused to touch it.
Horrid. But. Interesting.



Anyway. Cashvin, stop frying chicken and call me.

Emokids. UH.

I think Justin's Rock your body's kick ass.

Anyway, look what i've found. Little Emokids.














Adopt Your Own Emo Kid!

The Market.

Okay, so I haven't slept.
I got too excited with the CAMERA and that
photoshop thingamajig. Yes, I will do whatever
it takes to get you to notice that I HAVE A NEW CAMERA.

I AM NOW GOING TO SPAM THE WORD CAMERA.

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A DIGITAL ONE.

So anyway, yeah, i've just had another
traumatising experience at GEYLANG again.
This time, I was wearing shorts.
And I had black nails. And those Malays looked
at me like it was going to be the end of the world.
I think they tought that I was Satan or something..
People like to grope other people in that market.

And well, I saw some guy who looked like IAN WATKINS. HOHO.
And I spoke English and they stared. -_-

I screamed when I stepped into a puddle.
I am so not a market person.
I am so not a Geylang person.
I am so not Malay.

And well, I think butchers look evil, and somehow,
fishmongers look like they lead sad lives, because
they come home to their children
smelling like fish.

I saw a black kitten snorting mucus.
I don't care how gross that is. It's still cute.

I saw a pile of maggots. That's uber-gross.
And not cute.
I ran.

And then in the taxi..
The driver was talking too much.
And he was honking at innocent people.
I got scared but I stayed still.

I'm home now.
Geylang is scary.

I want your neck.

bite me.

i'm a cannibal. hear me roar.

I GOT A DIGICAM. I GOT A DIGICAM. I GOT A DIGICAM.

Oh my.

Seoul Garden and I was being a typical Singaporean.
I hogged the Sushi for myself and no one else.
And the wings.
Bwahahaha.

I GOT A DIGICAM NOW.
YES A NEW ONE.
AND I AM VERY HAPPY.
IT'S VIDEOCAM AND A MP3 PLAYER AND
A VOICE RECORDER AND A CAM.
SLAP ME.

Oh oh, I found out a place in TM that has lippies for 40 bucks.
I'm giving my smirk now.

I'm trying very hard to blog my clip.
I can't find any webbies that accept
video files. Sheesh. No, I'm not
boasting. I really need help with
MY NEW DIGICAM.

and then I smirk again...

Barf.

Today, I ate too much sushi, it hurt.

Yesterday, I tried to shoot a rubberband at someone, and I shot myself.

The day before, I stared at my ceiling fan.

The day before, I pushed all the buttons in my elevator.

The day before, I went up and down he escalator.

The day before, I wondered why I was thinking about something.

The night before, I went to the bathroom and realise that I didn't have to go.

The day before, I watched my screensaver for a long period of time and found it entertaining.

The day before, I tried to lick my nose. It didn't work out.

The day before, I cleaned my room.

The night before, I stared into space.

The night before, I tried to get my socks off without using my hands.

The day before, I deliberately closed my eyes while walking and walked into Doug.

The day before, I laughed hard at myself in the MRT.

The day before, I wanted to fly.

The night before, I called myself crazy.

The day before, I walked down the sidewalks and tried not to step on any cracks.

The day before, I burned plastic to see how it burned.

The night before, I forgot about what I wanted to say and got angry with myself for that.


Today, I lied.