Saturday, April 9, 2011
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing. @ 8:15 PM
Meoooow meow meow MEOW. K, there, I just said hello in meow language :D
I like my photo of the day, do YOU like my photo of the day? :D Castles ftw!
I planned to go for DNT then back to do the Japan post, but I did neither, FAIL *disappointed*
Went out with Ruiyi yesterday to ___ and shopped :D Then went to catch a late show, "Don't go breaking my heart". SUPER FUNNY MAD DIE. Also also super sad ): Especially for Daniel Wu la, wlao, he met her for one day and loved her for the rest of his life eh ): Really a martian.
Trailer down below, it's awesome, plus I don't really like chinese shows so to say this is good, it's really good k. And they didn't have sex la, wlao, the guy must've been so shag LOL. At the ending, Ruiyi said "WLAO, Why can't the 3 of them just be together?" WTFFF HAH. EPIC EH.
I reached home around 1am after having dinner/supper with Ry, family locked me out -.-
My blog is starting to seem boring to me ): I doubt anyone really goes and watch the trailers and youtube shit I post here LOL. SUA LOR. Anyway, loving my new blogsongs. Especially the girl, she is so relatable to the song, and she's so emotional when she sings :') I wish I was as good as her :/
Oh well, practice practice practice more :) Alright, shall end now with a super awesome photo I took *BHB* Awesome to me at least, humph! Love photography<3
A broken mask, splintered like glass,
A ghostly smile, tasted so vile,
A bleeding scar, perfection's mar,
Somewhere in the distant, I hear you cackle,
teasing the me who's a fool
Somewhere in the abyss,
I hear your taunt, teasing the me who's a tool .
Ripped the above from Sijing's blog. Literature people (Y)
But I knew that boys were dangerous. They'd say they loved you, but they were always after something.
Even tough I didn't trust boys, I sure did wish one would show some interest in me. If any boy was interested in me, I wondered if I'd have the wherewithal to tell him, when he tried to go too far, that I'm not that kind of girl.
But the truth was, I didn't need to worry much about fending off advances, seeing how - as Ernie Goad told me on every available occasion - that I was pork-chop ugly. And by that, he meant so ugly that if I wanted a dog to play with me, I'd have to tie a pork chop around my neck.
Even tough I didn't trust boys, I sure did wish one would show some interest in me. If any boy was interested in me, I wondered if I'd have the wherewithal to tell him, when he tried to go too far, that I'm not that kind of girl.
But the truth was, I didn't need to worry much about fending off advances, seeing how - as Ernie Goad told me on every available occasion - that I was pork-chop ugly. And by that, he meant so ugly that if I wanted a dog to play with me, I'd have to tie a pork chop around my neck.
