heh.
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oops. thats the big green thing in the bacgrd. ignore him. the focus is on me. the weird thing with the wrapped up scarf like thingy covering my head. HOHO.
gear up for the whole new blog entry of beh n her grumblings. wow. so exciting.
i shld be lovely.demure.gentle.kind.sporty.saturatedly sweet.outrageously pretty. hopelessly charming. n deeply in o-so-sweet love.
but god decided ta spend much much much less time when he was creating me.
n so here i am.
sulking my days away. whining. complaining. grumbling. biting. whacking. slacking. melting. solidifying after i melt. spying. stalking furtively. with an obsession ta kissing xiaoxiao ser n leelee.
i bet u ppl wished god had spent at least a lil more time on me. saves alot of ur time listening to me whine.
so if any irritating ass decides ta sneak up on me n sing the freaking nsync song 'god must have spent a lil more time on u' , guess wad her/his fate wld b.
headlines. ' FOUND DEAD IN DITCH COVERED WITH BLOOD'
haz, thats beh with the inferior complex speaking. say hi.
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haz.
u see.
o wells.
o yaya. to clarify. the quote i was imitating today during gp of lky wasnt supposed ta cum out in an indian accent. i wanted it ta b of a british accent. I SWEAR. cross my heart. really really really. worse part of the whole thing. it was mr veeras class. and i only realised my accent AFTER i finished speaking. really............... sobz.
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
chalaboleedompididoo-ey.bagoonahrehraruupadedidu.
