Ah Moi Chantek.

Here's to those who throw themselves down quite shamelessly and disgustingly at the familiar feet that once kicked their asses.
I take my hat off for you, really I do. What other tricks can you do? I bet you kiss ass as awesome as you fetch.

I have a desperate soul too, I get it. Not as desperate to cross over to needy/clingy/fake but desperate enough to understand. Don't worry, desperation looks good with your new white T-shirt.



Oh, and boys can still be so mean. It's amazing. I thought they were way past kindergarten phase.

I steal your cookie and push you off the swing because I like you and your little yellow dress thing.
That was cute back then but now it's weird. And fuck off, my cookie is mine.


And before I forget, I dislike summer with so much passion I might as well yell at the sun.
I hate sweating, stinking, shining, dehydrating, hydrating (what with the lack of clean water) and the hot, HOT, sun when it's still 10 am.

I like the sun and all but not when it's all sweltering and boiling at an unreasonable time. Tchhha.

And the worst part is before sleeping when you're all dressed (or not so) for a sweaty night, it actually turns out to be a cold night and you're left shivering in your...er, shorts.

*is throwing tantrums in the head*

I'm bitchy because it's been a fucked up past few days.
(except for the snowy birthday, of course.)


ikan bakar.

Current mood: pissing off.

Listening to: Mona Lisa.