The Art of Playing Second Fiddle.

I lied about yesterday about wanting to blog, so sorry suckers, to keep you peeps waiting. I don’t have much to say and my vocabulary is rather limited. But I have to say that the whole of the national day holiday was damn fucking unproductive. And as I am typing this, it’s pouring outside. I wanna see someone get struck by the lightning, just to add some spice to my life. And it’s hard to type with long nails. And I twisted my ankle today. But have got no plans to go visit the sinseh. The fireworks this year were damn bloody ugly. And at the angle which I was viewing from, all that I could capture on the cam was just smoke, since the bloody wind wasn’t in favour of me. Except for the first picture, the rest turned out quite screwed. Oooh, and I bought a new nike bottle. The shade of creamy yellow makes me fall in love with it at first sight, though my favourite colour is still blue and forever will be blue. And to think that preventing me from getting a basket could limit the purchases that I can grab is way wrong. I am in a foul mood and I love my bestfriend Only. Theres oral for O’s tomorrow, God bless me.

phat cheeks

prettaye!

Everyday, I beat my previous record for the number of consecutive days I've stayed alive.