Sometimes, my brother says the stupiest thing.

Like how he just accused me of stealing his money. That fucker.

I told him I was going to buy a shirt plus necklace, in a totally of 30 bucks, & he, exclaimed out loud, "So ex ah?! You very rich hor?"

& then he started going on, saying that he won't care how much I spent, cos that was my money. My money, that fucker. So why does he cared so much if it was my money?

He continued on to rant about how much his money had been disappearing these few weeks. & What the fuck, he said it right in front of my face, doesn't that meant that he's directing the I-lost-my-money-because-you-stole-it thing?

Ho wow, he said I'm the most suspecting culprit, fuck him. If God really heard what he said, punish him, thank you.
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I shall stop about the above stuffs, its really stupid.

Christmas eve was a-l-r-i-g-h-t, because it was a disaster.

I swore a lot yesterday, I don't know why I was not really in the mood. I swore at those fucking bangalas who pretended to spray at me & saying, "Pssst!"(which in fact, the can was empty) & laughed with their bangalas' essence.

I swore at some passerby ah bengs(& thankfully, I didn't heard me) when they started spraying at me & Kristine like crazy.

& I actually swore at my best friend, because of one guy.

Look, see what you've done.
I-don't-like-you, &-I-never-will.
So please, give up OK?
You're wasting your time,
& I don't want everybody to blame me if I reject you.
I really cannot stand it,
like what you've done yesterday.
Like why do you had to follow me & Kristine?
Why aren't you stucked with the rest behind?
I preferred you not to follow us,
at least I'll feel much better.
But you kept shielding me from those fucking foams,
brushing them away from my hair & bag,
people will think that I'm your gf when I'm not!!
& because of you, I'm always so pissed.
I really don't like you, so stop it.
Even Kristine thought that you should.

Vivien: I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. Forgive me, OK? Cos I know you're not that type of person, lol! & I love you la, muacks!



Tell you guys what I'm gonna do next year's Christmas eve.

I'm going to be a good girl, staying at home, watching tv. & when the clock strike twelve, I'll run around the house, wearing a beautiful dress which my mother bought for me, & kissed every single of my family members, greeting them, "Happy Christmas!"

& then I shall proceed back to my room, lying on my comfty bed, chuckling & laughing at those stupid people who actually went to Orchard for countdown. Where they were all sticky, sweating, tired, I'm at home, smelling nice, enjoying the air con, & blessed with nice, wonderful dreams.

Fuck, how shiok.
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So today I went out with Rrrrrrrrraymond Kwarrrrrrr(haha!) & exchange Christmas gifts. Catch a movie & went home. I didn't managed to get a glance of Gracelyn ):

My cousin bought a fantastic computer speaker for us, the base is ta ma de nice. So if anyone wants to hold a cheapskate party, my room is always available.


Damn nice, but I didn't wear it yesterday, cos it looked really VERY fake.


Mother & daughter. Do we look alike?


We're the mei nus on Christmas Eve!


& I shall end my post with one big ass zi lian photo of mine. :D

Bitched @ 2:24 AM