the Obsess Completely
happy birthday hanbin! (: I love you! (: And I have no money to buy you your birthday present! (: Because! (: I am DEAD BROKE. No lah, kidding, will get yours asap yeahh. (along with SEVEN other birthday presents I owe and will be owing)
Hey, look at me. I'm stuck at home on a Monday morning (and soon-to-be afternoon and night) doing HOMEWORK. Yes I'm doing homework. Can't imagine me to be your average geek eh. Except that I have no idea how to continue the formal letter after the words "Dear Sir" So it's like, Dear Sir, I have nothing to say to you because I have no interest whatsoever in rebuilding shophouses which has plants growing out through cracks in the wall this is just some crappy letter the school coerced us into writing. Yours Sincerely, Passer-by.
I spent last night having insomnia. I actually WASN'T sleeping when my brother turned in and that is very bad. That is very, very bad. Because my brother sleeps at 2am in the morning like everyday, 'O' levels or not. And I never sleep later than him. Which is really really REALLY bad. I'd rather dream about running around catching lizards and roaches than not sleep at all.
And I think no one knows how sorry I feel for myself because I finally got my ass up to redo the oneloyaltyzerothree class website and no one even bothers to go there to visit. Even when the makeover I gave it is so bloody lovely now. So much for hurling all those insults at me for being a lazy webmistress. I am so pathetic.
Dad kidnapped my guitar cos he said one of his staff knows how to fix guitar strings. And if I'm not wrong, the lucky staff member's name is called face. No I didn't mis-spell it. It's Face. Your eyes aren't playing tricks on you either. Oh well let's hope my darling baby'll get home safe and sound tonight. The guitar, not the dad.
Hey, look at me. I'm stuck at home on a Monday morning (and soon-to-be afternoon and night) doing HOMEWORK. Yes I'm doing homework. Can't imagine me to be your average geek eh. Except that I have no idea how to continue the formal letter after the words "Dear Sir" So it's like, Dear Sir, I have nothing to say to you because I have no interest whatsoever in rebuilding shophouses which has plants growing out through cracks in the wall this is just some crappy letter the school coerced us into writing. Yours Sincerely, Passer-by.
I spent last night having insomnia. I actually WASN'T sleeping when my brother turned in and that is very bad. That is very, very bad. Because my brother sleeps at 2am in the morning like everyday, 'O' levels or not. And I never sleep later than him. Which is really really REALLY bad. I'd rather dream about running around catching lizards and roaches than not sleep at all.
And I think no one knows how sorry I feel for myself because I finally got my ass up to redo the oneloyaltyzerothree class website and no one even bothers to go there to visit. Even when the makeover I gave it is so bloody lovely now. So much for hurling all those insults at me for being a lazy webmistress. I am so pathetic.
Dad kidnapped my guitar cos he said one of his staff knows how to fix guitar strings. And if I'm not wrong, the lucky staff member's name is called face. No I didn't mis-spell it. It's Face. Your eyes aren't playing tricks on you either. Oh well let's hope my darling baby'll get home safe and sound tonight. The guitar, not the dad.
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