dirtiee closet;
Monday, May 29, 2006
sch starts again tmr. it's another boring mondae. another dae having to see lim piaw. tsk. tmr's mie turn for presentation for his class. i'm so not enthu animore. i just feel like throwing apples at him. i wanna chew him like i'm chewing bubble gums. ask me why do i sound so sick! the reason is because lim piaw is more sick. gahs. it simply irritates me the moment i think of him. sheesh.

i'm not done with stf's paper bag design. i've no idea wad to design for. i've got so much i duno. *bites* i'm god damn irritated wib lee. he fucking bastard. i bet it haf been a long tym since i last blogged such vulgarities. he forced me to. why on earth would such a bastard exist and not DIE. yes! i am cursing you. to the blardie fucking extend. too bad ya. u noe wad's being fair. u make me i make u back. u wanna be a fucking loser who thinks only you make the call. den u r fucking wrong. no mirrors at hm? i shall get u one dat can fill up ur whole house. you jolly well look at it everydae and fuck urself upside down. better still you can take a one year MC staying at home and ur reason will be this: "i freaked myself out looking into the mirror this morning because i saw a fucking ugly bastardised gorrila infront of me and i got some hearing problem because the fucking gorrila seemed to tok non-stop like some corked up radio." *roll eyes* if u fucking think you are FUCKING PERFECT den u fucking well go and jump off the tree u blardiee disgustinn and irritatinn gorilla.

alrite. yes i'm sick. i bloodie sick. i wanna screw peeps upside down. i'm very very troubled this few days! by wad? i've no idea. shucks.

unspoken truth.

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