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Sunday, October 18, 2009, 11:22 PM
What's worse?
What's worse than someone talking about you behind your back?Someone talking about you in front of you. What's worse than someone talking bad about you in front of you? Someone worse than you talking bad about you in front of you. Sometimes I don't get it. Why would someone say shit about you when they know nuts about you? Why would you say shit about someone when you're way worse? Will people believe you? I don't know. But for me, I know that I'll be more concerned that you don't come too close to me. Your fucking fake eye lashes might POKE ME. Your STD-infested saliva might FLY over and I might be infected as well. Your pretentious attitude makes me sick. So, why talk shit about someone when you're a fucking no one? OH. YOU MEAN YOU NEARLY WON THAT RUBBISH CONTEST? So... am I supposed to bow to you whenever I see you? Please note that the contest's standards was fucking low during YOUR year. And don't act like you're fucking ATAS. I don't really give a shit. Don't fucking act ATAS and drive when you go club when you know you're gonna get pissed drunk. You're fucked up and you know it. OH I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT MY FRIENDS CALL YOU KAPOSI SARCOMA. Great. You really ARE famous. You even have your OWN wiki page Nice. Famous for the wrong reasons. Congrats :) Seriously, I think you can just STFU and go get a check up or something. Think twice when you talk shit about others because others can say twice the shit about you. Thursday, September 24, 2009, 11:23 PM
WISHLIST!
Since my bday is coming and I'm currently so bored, I thought I might as well write out my wishlist and see if I got any "fans" who is willing to SEND me some prezzies.1) BLACKBERRY BOLD 2) LV wallet 3) Macbook Air 4) Christian Louboutins (I'm a size 9 /41) Shit. Will update when I think of more. Monday, August 24, 2009, 9:33 PM
Just for laughs.
Sunday, August 16, 2009, 8:34 AM
If I could turn back time
I don't know why I did the things I didI don't know why I said the things I said Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes I didn't really mean to hurt you I didn't wanna see you go I know I made you cry But baby If I could turn back time If I could find a way I'd take back those words that have hurt you And you'd stay If I could reach the stars I'd give them all to you Then you'd love me, love me Like you used to do If I could turn back My world was shattered, I was torn apart Like somebody took a knife And drove it deep in my heart When you walked out that door I swore that I didn't care But I lost every thing darling then and there Too strong to tell you I was sorry Too proud to tell you I was wrong I know that I was blind, and darling p/s: sorry I'm in no mood to blog recently. I have too many things I wanna say, but I can never finish typing a post properly without having to cry a river at the end of it. I guess only these songs can describe my feelings better (and save more tissue paper). Oh well =/ Thursday, August 06, 2009, 7:25 AM
3 words
I miss you.Tuesday, July 28, 2009, 10:37 AM
Broken
I wanted you to know I love the way you laughI wanna hold you high and steal your pain away I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well I wanna hold you high and steal your pain ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore The worst is over now and we can breathe again I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight I wanna hold you high and steal your pain ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open And I don’t feel like I am strong enough ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open And I don’t feel like I am strong enough ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore Tuesday, July 07, 2009, 7:35 PM
REALLY?
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter: "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said: "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours... |
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