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all i want is you, and only you.
i wish i could whisk you away without consequences, to a deserted island in a beautiful hut with air-conditioning and a maid, and we’d lie in bed to cuddle and grow fat together everyday.
this is the obligatory i’m-a-teenager-i-hate-cny post.
whine whine whine.
i hate cny this year because i’m ill. i hate cny this year because my boyfwen has to fly back jakarta. i hate cny this year because the INCOME is miserly. i hate cny this year because i know i have to leave you after this.
i know you’ll hate the distance. but i know we’re stronger than that. i love my stupid boy. 
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because this is the straw that breaks the donkey’s back.
Filed under: muse
haven’t you ever wondered how a baby pops out of a vagina so beautiful and innocent, and slowly his/her soul blackens and eventually becomes a nasty pain in the ass. it really is quite sad to see people talk bad about you. how did you become so black and malevolent. i really wonder why. is it money? is it rejection? is it ambition? how does someone use other people for their own gain to such ludicrous extents? i always saw a glimmer of hope no matter what everyone said. perhaps sometimes my naivety gets the better of me, but i still choose to believe that most people in general are beautiful inside, no matter what.
okay, i’m just putting my thoughts in words; not that it is any of my business. on another note, i bought 4 dresses and my peter jensen for topshop rain mac today! totally b r o k e!
i never understood why everyone fussed about me when i fell down the stairs at metrocity in perth(drunk) until i fell down the stairs at chinaone(singapore) while i was absolutely sober.
fuck. i fell down one step and my toes already hurt the whole fucking night lor. i can’t imagine how i could have fallen down an entire flight of steps in metro and still get up, laugh, and not feel any pain at all.
oh wait. there was 151.
i’m so sick of your bullshit, P.
after your break-up, you’re this nonsense moping mess who refuses to go to xxx place just because your stupid, violent, ex-girlfriend is there. i’m not going to be nice like D and say avoidance is best and lying low will not exacerbate things, but you know someday your psycho ex will manipulate simple and nice D and a confrontation will happen.
you won’t like what i’m saying, but being a coward, cowering down to one miserable stick of an ex-girlfriend isn’t YOU.
so what? you’re going to lie low all the thursdays until everything is “fine”? you know it’s never going to be “fine” until you face off with her. even if she raises her hands to slap you, you know your friends will be there for you, you know nothing can happen to you.
so yeah. write all you want on your mummyblog that you wanna go party(when you’re staying home MOPING), and go to straight clubs(which you detest) to avoid that psycho ex.
fucking nonsense lezzie drama. sheesh wake up! you think this is THE L WORD? zomg just go out, have fun, and if she comes to wreck your night, tell her off, and move on, chug on, NEW LIFE BABY! even if she lays her hands on you, don’t be afraid to bring it all the way to the cops; don’t be a pussy anymore.
live your life, you know you deserve it, dammit.
and you know i’m a bitch and i’m being brutally honest because i love you. <333 wake up and smell the roses, friend(she’s just a girl).
love you. always.
love you guys for (always)being the loudest table in the house. and janey dear i love you! (:
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i spent the day having a buffet lunch at marriot, being a bimbo, and walking off the calories in town, trying to find a cap for my precious bald boyfriend, and catching up with my darling eileen(thank you for the thousands of dollars of free clothes in perth love!).
for darling caspie. (:
and no entry is complete without a picture of me. (:
it’s really quite sad because after so long you dress like a cheap slut and you’re still dating the ah bengs. and you’re so pretty it’s so sad how cheap you look. and you call me fat(slut!).
ten years later you’ll be stuck with your ah beng boyfriend saying cheap nothings and you’ll be fat and haggard and cheap from your nonsense.
you have no idea how i bump into our mutual friends at the club and start bitching about what a wannabe you are over white wine and champagne. you try too hard darling.
no wonder you get tossed around the various spiky-haired ah bengs. not to mention you’re the biggest cheapskate ever. i loathe cheapskates.
i have no idea how we used to be FRIENDS. sheesh.
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click for pictures darlings.
xmas eve at vivo with familyxmas eve @ zoukboxing day camwhoringclubbing with aly, jobelle, jac 1clubbing with aly, jobelle, jac 2clubbing with aly, jobelle, jac 3chilling in town till battery died!!!!NYE @ boon’s placerandom pictures of me and mr adisuwiryo
