MOTHER FUCKER

today megan got me a pikachu which sounded super cool :D
it made my dayy
which was nice because i was feeling pretty shitty coz im deathly sick and everyfink
and i couldnt go to multicultural fair or ben's 16th.
and i have history and jap assessment task to do, which i havent started coz i was confined to my bed most of the day.
THEN MY MUM COMES HOME AND ANNOUNCES SHE'S GIVEN IT TO SOME YR7.
why?
because she was playing with it and looked like she liked it.

my responses:
-excessive twitching (even if it was only mentally)
- are you fucking kidding me?
- you're joking, right?
- you MOTHER FUCKING IDIOT (#$#$#*$(#$#)$#*$#($

she wasn't. goddamnit. only my mum would be stupid enough to do something like that.
i do not understand how her mind works.
it wasn't even hers, to begin with. i'm sure megan told her to give it to ME.
and why yr7? why not one of my fucking friends -_-

BUT GRR. MY MOTHER FUCKING PIKACHU. ROARR.

chillax man.
ksorryiljustgohomenow.
what the fuck do i say to that yr7 now? coz my fucking mum probably just ruined her day?
fuck.

HAHAHAA

ee long time no blog.

i hate history, my brother and my dad. my mums not home right now so i can't say whether i hate her or not.

my acquaintances are all dingbats. not collectively.
actually, they're not, i am but idiots call others idiots :D

rachel and nicole dictate the music i listen to.

megan is very literate.

my phone is distractive.

alesha is a dingbat though. a dim dingbat.

i am a sleepy sloth.

i dont even bother surfing tumblr now.
whats up, christine?

bah ba ba bah

goodnight

“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.” — ~ Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies

whenthelovefalls

well i was back on tuesday, but i was dealin with other, more pressing matters and getting re-acquainted with the digital world.

my home and mobile numbers have both changed.

i was going through my old music files again and UESFSD YIRUMA!
one of the only koreans i know that i'm proud of... being of.. the same nationality of :D
im gonna get my mummy to teach me how to play
his rendition of dream a little dream of me is pretty.
http://leecom.blogspot.com/2008/05/yiruma.html
pianna sheets :3

sometimes someone

i'm getting ha eun a ds.

i'm getting kristie -

the video for strawberry swing - coldplay is really cute.

CJ is back (for today)

hey all.
sorry everyone, i have no internet for the time being.
i'm at megans atm. GOSH YOU DONT WANNA FUCK WITH HER!
well actually she punches like my little brother but she still punches :D

IM A BUNDLE OF NERVES ATM.
HEEEEEEEEEEK
i hope everything goes as planned
*inhales*



i first saw this quote in one of my many tumblr-surfing adventures in the beginning of the year. i blogged it in all three of my blogs :D
maybe even this one.

then i saw it again in coraline! which megan intro'd me to.
then i gave it to kristie alesha sewon and -
who's got the book now?
WHO'S GOT MY USB NOW?

anyways, coraline is one of the stories where the movie might be as good as/be better than the book. the needle hands really freaked me out.

internet is good :)