rotten society.

I am so 'full of anger' mode.
at the person who stole keaty's phone.
like, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST LOSER I HAVE EVER COME TO CARE ABOUT!

u, being such a loser, resorted to stealing.
and then, what good comes out of it?
nothing, READ , NOTHING!

think of ur family, what would they feel,
think of ur born/unborn daughter, son , or ur almost dead mother/father, whatever.
spare a thought before ur hands move ok.

im so ANGRY.
u are such a juvenile case!
we should send u to bloody court and ask to meet ur parents.
you big pile of bull shit.
i bet u walk around wiith shit in ur pants u no brainer loser.

gosh, do u know how important a handphone is?
u bloody mooooorrrrrooonnnnn.
CONTACT IS SO BLOODY IMPORTANT IN THIS TECHNOLOGICALY ADVANCE WORLD.

do u know how much trouble u have caused to my ang keat ying.
like what the hell did she do to deserve this pile of bullshit from u.
eh, come on man.
what's gonna happen if ur phone was stolen instead?



think about it.

im still shuffling between blogger and livejournal.
..


i saw just how sweet it was, the sarcrifices he made for her.
and yet how he is so willing because he is so in love with her, and vice versa.

im watching a story unfold before my eyes.
being able to look at one happy couple admist the breakup season.

i envy her, she has someone she can hold hands with, 'feed cats , take long walks...'.
i bless you.

to see a friend so happy, basking in joy, its a miracle.
so life is full of love afterall.

you're the man PANG!

i was angry and i said things i should have never said.
only 75% of it was true.

...

and please, PLEASE,
dont apologise to me after scolding me.
go shave or something.
and YES, masscomm is big mine you, we ARE the essence, dont generalise us or degrade us.

killing me softly.

pardon the vulgarities.
dont read if ur sensitive.


i need the world to listen.
but i dont need them to symphthise.

do me a favour, fuck off back to where you came from. i told u from the beginning, we need to get things done. get the engine started, i pushed, i tried. all you have to do is follow, so even that was too hard for you. what are you, morons? go suck a cock if it thrills you, go suck your own cock if you have to, thou i doubt you'll reach it.


so maybe you've been fucked physically before, but being fucked mentally is out of the world.
its sucidal, depressing, emotional, a mix of everything.
like losing yourself, but in the most painful way.
you dont bleed, nor will you scream in pain, but it tears your trust and confidence.
no, it rips it.

yes, this is for you(s).

Dear friendly member(s) of fuck-sociation,

not that i want to lower myself to your standard and use vulgarities, but i figured u deserve it. I suggest you stay at fuck-O-nation, cause earth, or rather, Singapore has no place for you.
Did you mother fuck a dog and gave birth to you?well, mayb an alien with low intelligence, too low that earth scientist can't discover them. i bet your brain is in your ass, you shit through your nostrils and eat through your asshole. how embarassing, you're worst then dogs, i mean, dogs are actually cute.
at my level of intelligence, i cant really tell what are you, neither do you know what you are, i mean, your intelligence is so much lower then mine. you see, this is a 'thank-you' note, thank you for fucking me up, mentally.

i dont dwell in a slump of mud when im free, unlike you(s). i'll much rather go and take a swim in the pool. Ok, do you understand pool? moving on, i would like to advise you to do a consultation for that addiction(s) of yours. but given your level of intelligence, you will be unable to find a job, so u won't get money to see a doc, dont worry about it, i won't bother lending a hand. Find your own way around.

OH, mayb u can get that other half to pay for it. fuck-o-reans tend to be really generous isnt it? wit their time management and brain juice. mayb you can squeeze a can for me, not that i will drink it, cos i'll be reduced to 'brain-in-the-ass' syndrone. do you get what im writing here? i made an effort to check the dictionary for words i cant spell so this thank you letter wont mess you up.



oh yes,
the lizard downstairs sent their regards to your mum, i believed they were active in the sexual glands, organs, whatever.

cheers,
beloved earth-o-porean.



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due date: 8am friday.
current status: incomplete.
reason: members of fuck-o-nation(refer to letter above.)
i fogot to mention that they were complacent and think that everything can be done.

and i forgot to mention their GPA was rocket low, not that it matters, but it shows.

i cant say enough about irresponsible people who think that everything will be solved, not that they are the ones who will solve it.

mind you, i dream , i aspire, i dont dwell in virtual worlds.

im an asshole!

im so sad i could start crying and stop breathing.

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i went back to visit my childhood the other day.
i started watching sailor moon again, as lame as it sounds.
its bloody good, like so savoury, like chicken rice, you could just never get sick of it.

and so it goes (anyway im on episode 186 of 200 already), i was a hardcore sailor moon fan back in primary school days.
i've got like sailor moon underwear, fan, colouring books, cheque book inspired notebook, anything exotic you can think of.
and i've got a whole truckload of it, a whole cabinet worth of it.

CNY cleaning, it din occur to me that i would ever go back to look at those sailormoony stuffs again, so i cleared the whole cabinet.
i threw, I THREW, ME ME ME ME ME, i was the FUCKER who THREW, BLOODY THREW the stuffs away.
limited edition coloured comics from japan.
limited edition cards.
$665652666 worth of stickers.
ETC.
i THREW IT AWAY.
POOF, GONE.


and how did i realise?
i was trying to do a journal entry on sailormooon (creative journal), i needed some resources.
and i realised.

all the energy i had to do the journal, well, it channelled itself to saddness.
like some moaning period for all my lost SAILORMOON stuffs.
truckloads of them.


and my brother said to me: ' stupid girl, you should never throw away memories.'

this time i din rebuke, im stupid. and as corny as it sounds, well, yes. memories do mean alot. and childhood means even more.



goodbye love, i bet u have been disintegrated into ashes along with trash like a rotten apple core.






well, just a reminder of how lovely they look.


just a reminder of how gross i look.
kill this asshole.

her 18th, my stupidity.

sandy, thanks for the night.
i needed someone who was willing to talk to me, and i needed to talk to someone.
cheers, i dont normally say this,
but your heart will show u the way.


......

i took the pics from charissa and libing, just so i could develope them.
but oh well, lets have a sneak preview 1st.


well, everyone looks fine.dont they?











oh,that's li bing's new FRIEND.(yo, u know what i mean)




that's some stupidity for the night.