i want your boyfriend to be my boyfriend

i've been so sick. and i couldnt stay at home to rest and get well. i had to be in school for projects and then attend tiffaninee's family and a selected close friends - yvonbestie, yingsquaremouth, and me (: and boyfriend, mark bday party. i'd feel bad for not attending my darling secondary 1 pinchee's 18th bday party. i didnt get her a gift, yes i'll pull a stephanie and give it to her 6 months later, so least i could do was show up and help eat the food. her grandma ordered more this year cuz she noted that sean and i ate a lot the previous year. my neck's as stiff as a prick, still.

im so stressed, there's so much work to do and so much to cover for the looming exams. stress has made me high. so much pent up energy - i wanted to go running, in the middle of the media research report, IN JEANS. i got home and got some shadow boxing done, with weights. yay! i desperately need a penis-induced orgasm too. require. endorphin. release. im kidding pee-ass-lover.

there was this gross nerdy icky munjen on the bus, sleeping with his gaping black hole of a mouth wide open. his leg was practically falling on top of mine, and his head doing that weird bouncing-twitch thing. his fucking open mouth landed on my shoulder god damn it. ew? and as it fell (yeah, like a tree felling) i caught a whiff of really bad breath. and i was in a sleeveless top.

it's been a year! three hundred and sixty five long days that sem and sean have been together. how wonderfully wonderful.

mark as chinese oral invigilator : ni de shen fu zhen?
me as me : wo shi he yi lin

so funny la. i like mark, his chinese is almost as bad as mine. i like my outside poly friends much more than the people in school. for some weird reason. of course, there are a couple of darlings i love very much in school. but for every one of those, there are 4 i loathe. well, not loathe, but prefer not to get too personal with. which is quite sad, its making me dread going to the real world. why can't people be nice, simple and nice and kind. why bitch behind people's backs when you know its gonna get to their ears sooner than later, and smile and chat like you adore them, and then say that no such thing occured. i've made a pact, to be honest, but tactful still, and keep that line between professionalism and personal really clear, when it comes to stuff i get pissed about. instead of doing what i usually do - keeping quiet, and once i get together with a friend, bitch my ass off.

yay yay yay. im quite happy today. and that should be a good sign. either a good kind, and rich soul will pick my name out of the yellow pages and opens a 5 million trust fund for me, or i'll get laid by russell wong, damien rice, kate moennig and eminem all at once.

i havent gone for sheesha in ages. kjdfkjdhfjdhfljfhjfm,d,fhdf. and bloody hell, they published arab street in the papers. bloody hell. soon it'll be swarming with punk ass wanna bes, ah lians with pink handphone covers similar to my tissue box dressing and big fat animals hanging from it and what not. kjhfdkjdhf nfdfldjfdkfd.

rachel darling's doing my tattoo design! ((((: