facebook writings twitter ibeatyou tumblr

Mocha

FANA ; 181289
skype;mistladz // oovoo;fanaaa Image and video hosting by TinyPic

album:old / album:new
(click entry's pictures to enlarge)

i'm a tees & flip flop kind of person. a writer, at some point. i live, eat, breath sports & i don't give a dirty shit about your perfectly manicured nails & your two layer cake make up.

yes, i'm stubborn, rude, deceitful, aggressive and a critic. if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Links


Pose


Music


Formspring



Live


Share |




Advert





Archives
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
July 2010
04 October 2006 4:12 pm


have you wonder how pathetically insane this classes are?
you chooses the theme and now you go all crazy on what to wear?
i really do think my and some of the classes who chooses retro are right.
its really fine when the event took place in some grand hotel.
not when youre stuck wearing an expensive gown and makeup,
and where is it again? school. yes i repeat school.
you people are dumb. just plain dumb.

in case you are wondering what,
our grad nite them is ballroom.
retro would be a better & wilder choice.





& after a few days of no online communication and torment shit, i decided to give myself a break, since theres no school tomorrow. all papers down except math paper 2. it was pretty easy if you studied like fuck. which in a matter of fact, i did not really study that hard. a devastating blow. but before the big day, we had math tuitorial over at mdm suliha's house at savanna condo. the smallness of the house doesnt really matter if you have three aircon in the livingroom. not including the rooms. we didnt get to camwhore like we plan too since it was raining heavily.



& we when for study group over at changi airport in popeye. & buttermilk biscuits is the love which lead to me half puking for buying it and eating it too much during sahur time. since friday is our last paper and we have the whole week doing nothing at home. i have made a point to go out like crazy and spend tonnes on clothes. i bet were going malaysia again before raye, which mean i could buy more news dvds. splendid love. for now, ill continue entertaining myself watching memoirs of a geisha and myspacing my ass off. ok best. bye.

& i badly misses alot of people at this moment of time.