; unbreakable

Wow, it's been more than a couple of days since I've last blogged! Coming from the blog-whore, more often than not postings of more than three or four religiously on a daily basis, that's saying something!

Haha. Been over at the boyfriend's the entire week, and I'm too lazy. Justified? Oh, the boyfriend's name is Cheewee and mine's Jovina. To those weird people entering our name into blog search to seek our blogs or whatever, here you go! (:

Will be going over to Genting in about uh. 12 hours. With Ww Calv and the boyfriend. And my Dad gave me a miserly 330 RM. Which I only just realise converts into less than $150 sing! The stinge! Cos it's all he has left from his Msian travels. WHY couldn't he have 1000 RM left or something. Okay I'm so gonna leech another couple of hundreds sing from him later. Hmpfh.

Note to self; claim 50 from Mom for my own when I get back, and another 100 for hotel room. And 200 for the hair.

Wait what else do I have to do. The boyfriend told me to send whatever songs I wanted to him last night to Ipodise it, but I fell asleep. Umm umm. And I wanted to say some stuff but I forgot.

Okay Mich, Vic, Raes I miss you.

OH I REMEMBERED. Jov is a very grouchy jov cos I woke up and saw 3 pathetic tobacco sticks in my pack which I WAS SURE HAD AT LEAST 15 LEFT. Which means my nasty bro stole 12 sticks. Moron. Now I have only 1 left. =( Hello I need at least 3 sticks to wake me up. The good news is, Mom buys my cigs for me these days and I usually get outta paying for them. :D And I cannot bear to scold brother dearest except to grumble abit. And he claimed he asked me. Asked! Hello when I'm sleeping, lost to the world except my slumber, YOU DO NOT ASK ME THINGS. A vague mumble or a slight nod does not equate to a yesah! God. If someone asks me for 1k I'll prolly nod my head too just to get the bugger outta my face -_-

Yawnsie. One stick left. One stick left. This is so adding to the pressure count in my system. Does anyone realise I have to wait for my mom to pass me a pack later which means a couple of hours without sticks when this is my last chance of enjoying myself LEPAKING AS MUCH AS I WANT in front of the comp in peace with no annoying blares from the tv or noise from the other three teenagers (my lil bro's 12, one more year to go!) in the house?

Sometimes I hate the world so much.

Hehe that's a phrase I say alot these days. Fuck I hate the world. Rather than wahlao, EMO! Just a funfact.

And I do realise I'm blogging nonsensical shits, and risking sounding twitish but hey MY BLOG! Uh oh defensive mechanisms kicking in.

Okay thou shalt sign off before further ado. Byebye!