Friday, March 14, 2008
Love it or Hate it
Two years ago, today, R was pissed at a former skoolmate (can no recall who already) for spreading rotten cheese about R being a smoker. Don't know why but of late, R's been getting weird ass remark that she looks like someone who smokes. What the toot does that mean yeah? And no, R STILL DOESN'T SMOKE.
One year ago, today, R discovered someone whom she trusted turned out to be an arsefacemegadouche (thought won't see ya arse face anymore but what the hey, met you twice this year! What are the odds!) and she went to St. James and met three more mega douches (Happy Anniversary!?). Felt funny ha ha cos they took turns trying to score with her.
This year, today, R vegetated at home before heading to World Vision office. She bailed out on a gf who's just broke up cos she's not keen on Thumper so instead she partied at Pump Room with just one happy drink. A get-up of white shirt and black high-waisted pencil skirt is now her Pump Room uniform. Did a silly Super DoDo stunt behind the tranny singer's back despite knowing the risks (The singer's like 10 times bigger than tiny spunky R. Imagine that.). Pulled silly antics and weird dance acts whole night. Good fun but early night. So yeah.
Stumbled across a poem when crawling on www a couple of nights ago and it made R realised how crap she was. She's all talk about sticking to oaths and shit but she's bailing out on a friend who might need her being there. Hmm... but then again, she feels like she'll be played out.
If one day you feel like crying, call me.
I don't promise that I will make you laugh, but I can cry with you.
If one day you want to run away, don't be afraid to call me.
I promise not to stop you, instead I will run away with you.
If one day you don't want to listen to anyone, call me.
I promise to be there for you. And I promise to keep my mouth shut.
But if one day you call and there is no answer,
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.
-Anonymous
Tune of the day: YoYo Ma + Astor Piazzolla's Libertango
One year ago, today, R discovered someone whom she trusted turned out to be an arsefacemegadouche (thought won't see ya arse face anymore but what the hey, met you twice this year! What are the odds!) and she went to St. James and met three more mega douches (Happy Anniversary!?). Felt funny ha ha cos they took turns trying to score with her.
This year, today, R vegetated at home before heading to World Vision office. She bailed out on a gf who's just broke up cos she's not keen on Thumper so instead she partied at Pump Room with just one happy drink. A get-up of white shirt and black high-waisted pencil skirt is now her Pump Room uniform. Did a silly Super DoDo stunt behind the tranny singer's back despite knowing the risks (The singer's like 10 times bigger than tiny spunky R. Imagine that.). Pulled silly antics and weird dance acts whole night. Good fun but early night. So yeah.
Stumbled across a poem when crawling on www a couple of nights ago and it made R realised how crap she was. She's all talk about sticking to oaths and shit but she's bailing out on a friend who might need her being there. Hmm... but then again, she feels like she'll be played out.
If one day you feel like crying, call me.
I don't promise that I will make you laugh, but I can cry with you.
If one day you want to run away, don't be afraid to call me.
I promise not to stop you, instead I will run away with you.
If one day you don't want to listen to anyone, call me.
I promise to be there for you. And I promise to keep my mouth shut.
But if one day you call and there is no answer,
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.
-Anonymous
Tune of the day: YoYo Ma + Astor Piazzolla's Libertango
Rae wrote @ 23:59
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