Wednesday, December 05, 2007

PP was idiotcccc
I shivered like mad cause I was nervous as heck
hug Nazirah and Audrey to keep calm
one pp assessor was sleeping like eehhhh
the another was nice
and the last one was brutal

like shoot shoot gossh

Things I want recently

  1. that 450 white with red and blue pinstripe bag.
  2. square neck hot pink knitted top
  3. Those cute tweed pants
  4. A "Miffy" shirt, you know hat white lil rabbit in that old cartoon
  5. That rose and skull top from Queens
  6. A brainwasher and a real smile for once
  7. To sing in a competition
  8. A white Christmas :))))))
  9. Sun dresses load of them
  10. sliming pills. gosh I'm getting fatter by the second
drove to IKEA Tampinese the other night
nonsensical fun with the family for the night
while driving it was like dodging left right left right
mommie and daddie were like no this road, not his one
bought stuff and a drinking chess game


Yesterday was like short morning lab and the rest of school breakout outside
kfc and the urge for swings
sadly there's no more swings
so we were stuck with a playground
just smiles and boys being boys





em lion dancer passing on moves
I had to print PP later
BUT
the line for the print shop was effing long
then my dumb presentation couldn't be printing cause to was like too big
hour of waiting.
diotsss

Then dinner and carpark visitations


went to gannies after and out to buy going away gifts for my aunties sister form indo
my gosh I was buying food to go
and there was this teabag f a old fugly mutt that cut in line
I pointed at him and bitched really loud
just because your old doesn't mean you have the right to be rude
then the service by another fugly amah minah
eff i order and you don't even tell the cook to cook
my goshhh
i wanted to strangle both of them so badly
I didn't even eat

Such people should live at all
like bitches

I know its not nice to bitch and curse other people
but it's the hard truth
and if they can't take it
then they should should stop being idiots

No comments:

Post a Comment