Time to get some accounting done and away with.
Vevian - 150 000
XiaoXiang - 15 000
Kunlong - 120 000
Tingting - 20 000
Yay. I should just tread in the shoes of Ahlongs of the world and start splashing paint and cutting wires just for the fun of it.
And I so need to lose 5 or is it 7 kilos now so I can live up to what I said and pursue thus scaring the hell outta the man of my dreams (only, I'm almost totally over him.)
Hahaha.
I've got almost exactly two months left to TP and a thousand more lessons to clear. My lazy ass is burning a hole in my chair but I'm not moving.
HA, Ting stuck her nose all accusatory like to the moniter - 'Can you stop blogging about him?' The smug smirk on my face when she saw the neat column of figures.
Oooh, someone's been spreading stories on how I'm his ex girlfriend! Teeheehee. Self-satisfied grin again.
Forgive my mindless ramblings. I'm bored and sleepy, bad combination that comes along everytime gloomy Monday comes skipping up.
I Wasn't Asking For The World
Monday, April 07, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
; a pill to make you dumb
I'm suffocating, every moment it gets harder to breathe and I don't know why.
Maybe it's every fiery exchange of brutal lashes we hurl at each other.
Maybe it's how I feel sick in the gut to imagine you happy without me.
There's this constant ache in my heart, and I feel the heaviest stone of the world weighing upon my chest.
Heartache is this physical. =(
So the player got played..
Maybe it's every fiery exchange of brutal lashes we hurl at each other.
Maybe it's how I feel sick in the gut to imagine you happy without me.
There's this constant ache in my heart, and I feel the heaviest stone of the world weighing upon my chest.
Heartache is this physical. =(
So the player got played..
Saturday, April 05, 2008
; everyone's looking round thinking i'm going crazy
You baby me.
You partner me.
You toy me.
You break me.
Your words, Rino.
You started.
You played.
You lied.
You ended.
Mine.
You partner me.
You toy me.
You break me.
Your words, Rino.
You started.
You played.
You lied.
You ended.
Mine.
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