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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

growing old is mandatory.

5.12.09

dying megaphone,
let me say
how i wish these people
would go away.
ruined microphone,
let me say
that i wish it was dark like this
every day.
poison apple,
let me see
your unbeknownst
tragedy.
evil mirror,
let me see
the darker side
of me.
dusty piano,
let me hear
the breaking point;
the pain, the fear.
wrecked violin,
let me hear
the sound of
your shattered career.

YAY.
THEY'RE BACK.
HAHA.
I'M HAPPY.
-grins-

alwyn, matty, floyd and justin the manwhore came with me to changi airport.
we actually got a taxi.
HAHA.
matty said :
"uncle arh, she can sit on that guy's lap. so five people can?"
the taxi driver laughed.
justin paid for the trip!
thanks, manwhore.
:DDD

after we found them,
we headed back to church.
they debriefed,
and most of us went to play basketball.
LIZ HAS A BRIGHT GREEN BASKETBALL.
I LIKE.
then we went to liz's house
where i got dunked umpteen times.

in the afternoon,
i was forced to go shopping with my family.
it was ... okay, i guess?
I GOT NEON GREEN CONVERSES.
-swoons-

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.