if i could be something for a day, i'd want to be an eraser.
erase my ever existing annoying blood boiling un-original copy-cat-ting thorn in my neck, sally.
sigh~
IF only i could.
sadly, reality chose to be cruel and put me to a task where i cannot absolutely "tahan"
if blood pressure was evident in my case,i'd probably have died a LONG time ago.
honestly, i don't care if i come off as a bitch.
but i AM sure the life's manual did mention something about crossing the line.
time and time again, i try to be nice and be oblivious to your "natural" self.
/notice how natural's hypocritical in your case?
but you sorta fail like a first grader doing Additional maths.
[read: HOPELESS]
so all i am LEFT to do is to endure my agonizing moments with you and hopefully come out sane after it all ends.
so you can go spread your idiot-ism and moronic jokes and hopefully,
people would laugh WITH you and not AT you.
will someone please gag me?
tolerance level: 7/10


i know it's three posts in a day, but i cant help it, all those days of non-blogging kinda made me feel desperate.
and FUCK BLOGGER LA.
i can't stand a color-less post.