[ Wednesday, August 31, 2005 ]
GUESS WHICH MOTHERFUCKER, WHO LOVES DELETING STUFF AND EMPTYING HER RECYCLE BIN FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY KANNINA, ACCIDENTALLY DELETED FOREVER A FOLDER CONTAINING A 9 PAGE FINAL SCRIPT WHICH IS DUE TMR?!?!i'm a genius.
soma coma [11:10:00 PM]
[ Monday, August 29, 2005 ]
i swear this is the cutest little person ever.
his hair is so rad, you indie fucks dont stand a chance.
last week of school! (for my course lah)
soma coma [11:27:00 PM]
[ Saturday, August 27, 2005 ]
fact: this friday, 2nd of September 2005, i will be reunited with my handphone after 131 days apart.
haute couture.
soma coma [11:11:00 PM]
[ Sunday, August 21, 2005 ]
the real slim shady
be still, my heart!
be still, my heart!
sidetrack: i want it to rain more often so i get to use my new umbrella.
soma coma [11:31:00 PM]
[ Friday, August 19, 2005 ]
if you want it to be good, girl, get yourself a bad boy!!soma coma [11:46:00 PM]
[ Tuesday, August 16, 2005 ]
When Tulang(s) Attack
soma coma [11:03:00 PM]
[ Sunday, August 14, 2005 ]
this week in Name That Show:Guy in Bar: See, there's three kinds of people: dicks, pussies, and assholes. Pussies think everyone can get along, and dicks just want to fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes, Chuck. And all the assholes want is to shit all over everything! So, pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes, Chuck. And if they didn't fuck the assholes, you know what you'd get? You'd get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit!
soma coma [11:11:00 PM]
[ Thursday, August 11, 2005 ]
/start incoherent rantsososick. my throat hurts, my nose feels like overloaded balloons of phlegm and my head feels like someone used it as a punching bag. i've used about one whole box of tissue today alone, not counting yesterday. i vomited at outram mrt station while on my way to school, then sat down on the toilet seat like a dead goon for about 10 minutes. took a cab to school after that, with 2 plastic bags in tow(courtesy of toilet auntie who took pity on me). every breath i take, i feel the heat in my mouth and i feel so goddamned fucked. school till 9.30pm, shivering and stuttering. school?. projects/assignments/deadlines/fuckfuckfuck. 3 more weeks, 3 more weeks. 3 more weeks. work is shite, new manager aka adolf hitler minus mustache plus longer hair and cheena skin. my granny refused to go seek medical attention when a lump started growing on her thigh and now she's lying in a hospital bed. they made her go for a full body check up and the results wont be out for a while. i'm so sick with worry. pls dont let it be cancerous. i want my iPod to be working again but i cant find the blazing warranty card. i want my handphone back but stupid motherfucking trial has not started yet. i want my straight hair back but i will miss this curly mop of frizz. i want i want i want. life is so frustrating!!!!!!!
/end incoherent rant
on a more positive note, the canon's back.
on a sad and pathetic note, cute stickers make me a bit more chirpy.
soma coma [11:30:00 PM]
[ Sunday, August 07, 2005 ]
Freakshow: What the hell are you doing with my wife?Harold: Y-you said outside that we could have sex with her!
Kumar: Shit! Shit!
Freakshow: I most certainly did not!
Harold: Yes you did!
Freakshow: Did not!
Kumar: Yes you did!
Freakshow: Oh, no, I didn't.
Kumar: You did, you did.
Freakshow: You sure...?
Harold: You said it!
Freakshow: [laughing] My mistake! Well, since we're all here... How 'bout a four-some?
pickin up the canon tomorrow!
soma coma [11:27:00 PM]
[ Wednesday, August 03, 2005 ]
Little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet,Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider, who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
9 page script due in 13 hrs time and im eating rotiboy to keep me awake.
soma coma [11:25:00 PM]
