Thursday, October 19, 2006

When my female intuition telling me you a dog. (I am master of rapper-gangster talk. And I do a million dollar impersonation. Yeahhey.)

Today was a breather.

I seem to be so left out. Everyone's been to Vivocity! ^%#$$ Dahui! It's a date okay, swear on it.

I swear when the O's are done, I will rush to the nearest place that offers pool. Poooooooooooool. Then late nights up watching crappy movies, homemade popcorn fight, hitting the malls everyday, mahjong-ing like hell, yadayada. Don't get me started on what I wanna do after O's. I'll end up with this long hideously long lengthy blahblah post.

I like Death Note. The movie.

I have this persistent headache/neckache. I need help. Seriously, anyone know some miracle cure thing please tell me asap.

Tch. I barely started my serious studying, and already my health is failing, my mind's mulfunctioning and I'm spewing vulgarities.

Cheers.

(Pssssst, I had that me-kicking-a-certain-someone's-ass-dream again. Boy did that feeeeeeeel awesome. It's addictive.)