Thursday, July 20, 2006
"Come on lah gerl. Aper orang slalu ckp? Real beauty inside not outside? Kan?" Hmmmm. Liar. Liar. Mister Pink Guy, that's just something ugly people say. We of the unsymmetrical, blubber-crammed, and incurably graceless bodies try to comfort each other by saying that even if you looked like a distorted gargoyle with one less eye, your kindness and niceness will smash everyone in your paths like oliphaunt on the rampage. BEDEK. I pity your girlfriend.
Okay, honestly, i should stop this habit. But then again, it's unintentional. When you're sitting in the bus and a couple in front of you just decide to declare their undying love at the top of their voices, you just can't help listening, can you? Especially when their convo seems so cliche and down right irritating. The kind that makes you wanna puke right on the floor of that Wheel-chair Accesible Bus. I strongly belif that when the word "unbearably annoying" was created, God was thinking of them.
For once, can i just stop being so thoughtful about others and focused on myself instead? Just for seven and a quarter minutes. You will be able to bear it right? Okayy...so forget abt that pinkie liar guy and his girlfriend in bus 151...instead, let's concentrate on me. And ME. ME ME ME ME. And oh yes, of course. Yanto. Yummy. =)
I love boyfriend. Sorry. No matter how much you hate hearing that cuz it sounds like something every girl in the world blogged about, i swear to you it's true. I love my boyfriend. I would chant it 50 times around that fireplace Cristiano Ronaldo did his Extra Joss advertisement in. Really. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I love Yanto. Okay. You bloghoppers irritated enough? =) *changes tone to the alien-obscene accent of those kids we heard along orchard rd* I love Yanto. I love Yanto. I -
-PAUSED-
Yes, niz, i'm updating. Sabar tu separuh iman.
-RESUME-
-love Yanto. I love Yanto. And Torres. And Ronaldo. You know what similarities they have? All their names end with 'O'. YantO. FernandO. RonaldO. Best OOO.....
So now you've slightly understood how much i love my boyfriend, i shall talk about school. Thanks to my lovable squeezable pokable boyfriend, my spirits have lifted considerably, while inversely the results of my academic endeavors leave much to be desired. I will regret this segment, as it has a vindictive and unjust air. Nevertheless, i will proceed.
I would like to recount a moment of particularly tender mercy by a teacher who wrote on my admittedly low-scoring TXP quiz, "Hidayah, you need to study harder."
Yes, thanks. I understand that. But then again, perhaps I cannot be forgiven for forgetting that the cultivar of
Allamanda oenotheraefolia isn't
Toyota motorola. *shrugs* I sound bitter. But i'm actually sweet. Like fudge. If fudge are nutty, then yes, that too.
And now i'm off....i've typed a lot. Niz should be happy. Last words from me, Hady rocks. Thanks you. So long. Good night.
I enjoyed every moment i spent with you. I'm addicted to you dear. You're like one very contagious disease. No cure. =)
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