Sunday, February 11, 2007
haven't blogged in a few days.
the impulse has somewhat... dimmed.
i've officially become a STONER. how very horrifying.
meh.
went out on SATURDAY with anna, boey n rc.
something freaky happened: I HEARD TIM PARROTING RC WHEN I WAS HURRYING HER.
" blahblahblahblah " -rc's voice
1 sec later
" blahblahblahblah " -distinctly masculine voice.
" tim's with you rite "
" huh? wtf? no. i'm alone on the train!"
0.0 [freaked.]
but we got over that shit.
*newsflash* I SAW A 16 YEAR-OLD-AIBA-HIROKI
W.T.S
he looked POSEUR with his hands tucked in the pockets of his boardshorts.
BUT. HE LOOKED SO DARNED JOHNY JNR!
like WTHWTHWTHWTH. WHERE'S MY CAM WHEN I NEED IT! gahh.
i sighed for the rest of the day; oh the possibilities!
meh. -
we gh3yed arnd with BERETS cos anna looked good in them ahash and RC TOOOO
boey n i were like. wts is up with them n hats man.
rc looked SO LADY-LIKE! ahahash *tears* i'm so proud of her
wahahahaha-
oh oh and apparently, some fugly dood went:
"eh help me hold"
and promptly shoved a sheet of paper into boey's hands on the bus when he pretended to drop his stuff n pick them up.
she looked.
his number.
-.-
SO. OVERUSED.
ahahahaas we laffed my butts off can.
huiling ps-ed us AGAIN. grahh.
BUT with a valid reason: intestinal pains ><
sigh poor girl. WE LOVE YOU HUILING GET WELL OKAYYYY.
we walked at HEEREN until our feet were dangling from our ankles by strands of muscle.
whoo gory imagery.
we were TTLY trying on clothes n NOT BUYING ahahs partially cos we were kinda BROKE. eheh.
AND there was NO GOTHIC LOLITA so DUH no clothes for moi-
we interrupt this rambling session with news from tc:
" ehh blog about meee "
-.- fine.
WHEE I'M MEETING TC TOMORROW!
~high.
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saturday was okay.
today was WE-ARAE-THE-LIVING-DEAD-day
THE WHOLE CONGREGATION WAS DEAD! WTF!
i jumped till my earring fleww off and everyone was just THERE wts laaaaa
sigh4 can. grrrr.
but nvrmind.
THE PIZZA WE HAD FOR LUNCH TTLY MADE UP FOR IT.
heh.
*breaking news*
ISAIAH REVISITS LUNCH
CAN YOU SAY WTS?! IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!
apparently so.
DAMN FUNNY CAN.
he puked his guts out after eating three pieces of the stupid fortune pizza.
gahh fucking blogger d/ced AGAIN.
I HATE THIS SHIT.
GRAH.
7:04 AM
