My name is Tzee Hui, a regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world. 29 is so my day, December is so my month, and year 1991, just rock. I believe in Karma, so I believe in reciprocation. If what you're reading hurts you in any way at all, my bad. It's my blog, so yes I can bitch all I want here. Loves =)

I guess this might be the last post I'm typing in GG-20. It's 9-14pm on Monday (7/12/2009) and for this post, I dedicate to all SAM students I know. January and March Intake.


WARNING: This is a very very long post.



CREDIT: I think it's worth reading LOL.



CURRENT MOOD: emofied



CURRENT STATUS: tears dwelling up my eyes











So goodbye to INTI UNIVERSITY COLLEGE. I'll be seeing you on the 30th of February 2009. No wait, I still have to come back to take my results. Oh well, AFTER the doom's day, I'll be seeing you on the 30th =D

If you'd ask me, I'd say the first day of college was the bomb. Although, it was somewhat awkward, but it's cool. I never thought my college year would end up like this because what I had in mind was just to study and go nerd. Obviously, I was stupid.

I woke up at 5-30am on my very first day of college because I didn't wanna be late for class. Not good giving bad impression to your first lecturer right? Miss Judy's class. I even got my outfit picked out the day before, just so I do not waste any time thinking which and how to put my accessories right. Red long sleeves hoodie and light coloured jeans paired with short heels so I do not need to worry feeling cold or getting late for my next class because I'm wearing a 5 inch. "Pleasant morning for a pleasant start" I thought wtf.

Note to self: always, always go for Orientation.

Thank you Wendy Ong (I don't think you read my blog but whatever) for guiding me to my very first class and taught me how to read my schedule wtf.

And then I met Ho Eva.

She was wearing a short sleeves red tee paired with white shorts and her Guess bag clutched on her right shoulder. On her right was Alson Pay, left was Ameline. I was walking silently behind them assuming they were school mates before they came down to INTI because I thought that there is NO way you can find a friend THAT quickly. Clearly, I was stupid. Again.


One word for the first ENL class. Lame. We played this lame game in class (I won't wanna waste time explaining this game here) and I was sort of furious at Miss Ho Eva because she called Ameline to sit next to her on that very first class. I thought I would be nice enough to speak to Ameline first ( like I so need someone to talk too I've been wasting credit texting everyone in my phone book) just so I'll have someone backing me up whenever I'm in trouble. For the first week, that is. stupid. Again.


I remember myself sitting on the third row; Eva, Alson and Ameline sitting on the second row, Theishini sitting at the last row, while Pamela, Saranya, and the noisy ones were sitting right behind of my ears. Kamal Ariffin politely sat next to me, and then HELLO FRIEND! I was the only one with boobies and a vagina sitting on the third row after Ameline went to Eva, while the rest on the third row owns a penis.



I found someone with the same obsession toward Edward Cullen. Pamela Lai. Not Anderson. And boy did we click that instantly! HAHA!

By the first week, half of the class thought Eva and Alson were together, and the rest of the half thought Alson was gay. I think some thought me and Eva were lesbians xD

Then in Physics class Miss Ho Eva offered me a sit next to her. I accepted her offer and just as we started talking, we never stop lol. It's like we really clicked with each other and things just go well like that. From then we do almost everything together, from going to classes to having dinner then finishing up assignments. Wha'da'ya know, we're living at the same block xD all hail Gandhi block!





and then we know this guy. Our anneh ROFL. Thanks alot Alistair for the first burger meal you treated me and Eva xD and the talk at dining hall was awesome LOL. A little bit about moves, a little bit about sex and a punch on virginity.

so we (Zara Chen Tzee Hui & Ho Eva) just can't stop snapping pictures. Really. Everyone in class would go : "Ah, start larh" when we hold our cam phones up LOL. and sometimes Sara would join in the picture. Everyone thought we were some long lost sisters because we stuck to each other like mad UHU gams. and now looking at the pictures makes me wanna cry fml.

I so will not forget the time in DELI CAFE WTF. Thank you Ho Eva LOL. Kerana anda telah menyebabkan saya menjadi tipsy. We both got so emotional and ended up drinking in some lousy area after contemplating in the Bakery during lunch hour. We got some nigerians staring at us with their cocky eyes, ready to trounce on us like some really hungry-for-sex dudes. Or so I heard.

when I look at this picture it reminds me of the MMS you sent me one morning. I would have scolded you if I got a chance to meet you on the spot. You. are. such. an. idiot.









I'm gonna miss the time we used to spend time in my room to complete our assignments. The way we curse like there's no tomorrow and the way dread out faces like papaya long because of our lecturers. You used to sit on my bed and Ill be sitting on the chair, both on MSN rather than finishing out work. You'll be saying how lifeless we can get and how stupid the assignments can go, then we both would stare at each other and laugh at the end.

I honestly never thought my college life would be like this. It's fun to know all you guys, and I'm truly blessed to have some people who really cared and cherished me for who I am.

I know how you felt when your house got burned. I felt so bad when all I could do was just to console you, even that, I don't think I did a great job. You feel bad during Biology class because you couldn't pay attention, and so we skipped Physics class to go Kajang and prayed for your family LOL. Oh well, at least anneh now knows how Chinese people pray in temples xD ROFL and you know which vegetarian restaurant to find in town lol.

and sometimes I really feel like smacking your head because you are just so bloody greedy! Really. I'm afraid you would smack me back so I didn't take that dangerous step. But I should, if I care for you, even when I know it might end up to a major arguement. I would smack you hard on your cheek, and scold you with my forehead crumpled to show genuine anger (just so you thought I purposely wanna slap you lol) Sometimes when you asked me stupid questions, I really, really, wanted to slap you lol. I know you feel the same when I asked stupid questions.







I feel really stupid when Kamal would be so freaking blur even when I've been explaining for a gazillion times. It's like I'm talking to a wall that speaks. A wall without a brain but with fully functional hands, that speak! and Gopi, although you do not read my blog, I think you're gonna make an awesome doctor. But don't go screwing the organs up of those people you hate lol. Don't leave a forcep in your enemy's body xD Just a kind reminder =D




and Alson Pay, stop saying 'stupid'.









in 10 years time, we might be scrolling down the album, smile or cry. Because we just won't have this time again, unless of course we meet. We will laugh, cry, yell, smack, hold hands, but not with the same person in the pictures. Unless fate comes to the rescue lol. We should all focus on Alistair's face and laugh (in the picture), before we cry thinking back of the times we use to enjoy with each other.

Labels: SAM 09

I'm not done packing the stuffs in my room yet. I guess I just got too sick and tired of sneezing and sobbing all the way while packing so all I'm gonna do now is just to sit, stop sneezing and sobbing, chillax, and there. THEN I got bored after facebooking and meebo looks kinda lame to me, so I decided to blog despite my eyes hurting me like fuck. I should make it quick before 'mom' appears on my cell's screen.


So basically, I'm gonna miss this damn GG-20 although sometimes this room does bring me depression and trouble and jinx. Nonetheless, it's just right outside the toilet, so whenever I'm in a hurry to something or I'm late to class or I sensed someone trying to rush into the shower room as well, no doubt the winner is me. Like the hot water shower is the nearest to my door!



Con: sometimes, I mean ONLY sometimes, it stinks like fuck and I need to spray my Body Shop all over the room.


Besides, this room really mean A LOT to me. I've been spending most of my emofied time in this room, been crying like for eternity in this room, Eva and I used to talk till the ayam goes berkokok it's throat out, we used to laughed like mad upon completing our ENL assignment 7 hours before its due date (to be precise, it's time. Not date) then repeating one and only one word - fuck - and took sex photos like stupid idiots LOL wtf. OH I remember us both crying and hugging each other like fuck when either of us are emo by lousymales. Those times <)


I remember running up to your room when I recieved a text from you saying you got locked INSIDE your room and I have to be somewhat a superwoman trying to knock the door down while gentleladies were staring skeptically at me across the hallway. I saw that 'chap fan' you tabao-ed on your table and you said the bitter gourd taste bitter and you wanted to chak it away. I think I scolded you lol.


You always say you don't wanna go out eating with me anymore because I always eat so slow and that you have to wait for me. You said your younger sister eats faster than you because you caught up with my eating pace lol. And most of the time you ended up screwing me when we were ABOUT to eat because I would ended up saying 'I don't feel like eating anymore', and then you'll say you don't wanna friend me and then I'll end up eating again lol WTF! So I remembered the time when we have to complete an assignment, (no actually its more than one assignment. Bio Human Awareness and something else) we walked out to the burger van when I changed my mind and I wanted to eat IKO ROFL.


You gave me my first fibre drink when I needed it wtf. and it bloody worked and I loved the results! but wtf after that it didn't really work fml. and I wouldn't forget the time we took Kamal's car to McD, we got lost and drove all the way to the KLIA route (WTF I hope Kamal doesn't read my blog xD) and we had to make a U-turn like after a fucking 10 minutes 100km/hour drive and then rush to McD just to finish our assignment. But huh the internet didn't work that day so we couldn't MSN or Facebook and so we REALLY HAVE to finish our assignments xD BIOLOGY HUMAN AWARENESS ESSAY.



I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you

Labels: college, Eva Ho, meow

I am positive about myself being depressed here in GG-20. Mainly isn't because I am still in INTI, but more to the fact that, everyone is leaving each other and that is so not fun.


Truthfully, I'm happy being sick, because I'm fairly aware that being sick means losing weight. Call me foolish or stupid, I still believe.


My post title spells Breathing, because the blogger is still breathing (whether you liked it or not), very much alive. Even though, she's been dying, to... .


I have Low Shoulder's song playing in my mind. Over and over again. It's pathetic. I feel so much like Needy, a complete lifeless dork but of course, minus her lacking sense of fashion. The world should cross out babes like Megan Fox. She's far to exotic to live on Earth, she should move out to Venus and scare the hell out of the fugly aliens there.


I feel like a total neurotic girlhuman, whose feelings have faded hours ago because I just don't know what to do anymore. I wish I could get a sneak peek to my future, to see what I've become. I want to make ammendments on things I feel bad about, to make ends meet. I feel like I'm not doing enough to make myself happy. I don't figure that I actually have been really, really happy. Recently that is.


and Edward Anthony Masen Cullen reminded me so much about that one person.


Yesterday was the longest day this month. Well, considering the first 6 days in December, yesterday was the longest day in these 6 days. The paper was terrible I was barely focussing on the questions. I didn't really bother much about the paper, passing or failing, it didn't matter much to me that time. All I had in mind was just running out of the hall, moaning and thinking what to do next. Obviously, that was totally impossible. Unless of course, I would want to fail my exam on the spot. That, I would call, idiotic.


I planned to enter the hall an hour late as I was 100% sure that I do not need 3 hours to complete that bloody set of paper. I was right definitely. I couldn't be an hour late, so I took the maximum 30 minutes late to the hall. I made the grand entrance.


The hall was unusually cold, maybe I'm just sick. Raymond wouldn't want to turn off the air cond because he was such a *pffftt* and he wouldn't even allow ANYONE to leave the hall even if they were dead-on-to-pee. Like what we're gonna write notes on our arse? What a gummer. Feeling rather pissed off I tried napping, but to no avail like wtf the room was so cold my mom would have used the hall to freeze the meats in my freezer.


I returned back to my room right after the exam feeling gloomy, and the feeling of ripping the eyeballs of a human is so dominant I swear if I wasn't sick and the rules of going to prison and being sentenced to death would not be the punishment toward my actions, I would have probably done so.

I slept off as soon a I changed into my tee and hot pants, feeling fat, and ugly.


My self-esteem couldn't be any lower than now. I will not mind anyone pointing a gun at my head, with the thought of pulling the trigger, allowing the bullet to penetrate my skull thus forming a gunshot wound on my head. I mind anyone stabbing me at my heart because that would take much longer time for me to die and I wouldn't want to feel the pain for any longer than 1 second. I know the irrefutable pain is surely avoidable.


I want to drink like there is no tomorrow. I really want to. Right now. I need someone to come over to G-block in INTI Nilai, barge into my door, grab me by my wrist, drive me to some place with lots and lots of alcohol. I want.


OR


You could provide me a getaway ticket to some place flooded with jacuzzi and spa treatments. Foot massage, breast massage, facials, whatever that makes me feel good. Then you can take me to a shopping spree in 3 major malls in Malaysia, provided that you would swap your own credit cards for all payments required. We would then have a luxurious dinner at the tallest building in Malaysia, and then you can take me back home.


Everything I eat is tasteless, and even when I tried not eating, it just makes me feel so much fatter. I think I'm slowly succumbing into some disorder wtf I need to succour. I am not anorexic and I never was. I am not that stupid.

Labels: college

I don't really have the mood to blog. I'll make it in point forms. Many point forms.

• I am fat. I feel that I am fat. I do not want to be fat. I do not need fat except my boobs and I could use a little more on my buttocks. I want to suck the fats on my cheek, neck, arms, tummy, thighs, and calfs, and put 3/4 to my boobs, and 1/4 to my buttocks.
  
  
• I still feel fat. My new haircut made me look even fatter. I have a round face. No, an oval face that looks round because I am fat. I hate being fat. I hate fats. I am sick and tired of being fat.

• I should go for a liposuction or join The Biggest Loser Asia although I know I might be the first to be kicked out.
  
  
• I want Megan Fox. I don't want to fuck her, I just want her body. The demon in Jen's body can have her soul, I'll take her body. Demon, deal?
  
  
• I look like some punk rocker with a big head and my hair looked really pathetic now. I want my hair to grow fast. I will definitely look better if I am slimmer. No, wayyy slimmer.
  

• I hate to say this, but I think I need to express wtf. I am fat.
  

• Are you sick of me saying 'I am fat'?
  

• I wanna go for London Weight Management. I want I want I want.
  

• I am fugly.
  

• I have so many things to complain about. I think you realise.
  

• There's more stuffs I hate about, than I love about.
  

• I love my family. I love money. I love love. I love romance. I love BCBG. I love PRADA. I love GUCCI. I love Coach. I love GUESS. I love TIFFANY. I love Michael Kors. I love Dolce & Gabbana. I love Estee Lauder. I love Esprit. I love Topshop. I love Clinique. I love Shishedo. I love DKNY. I love Calvin Klein. I love ROXY. I love MNG. I love ZARA. I love Miss Sixty. I love Marks and Spencer. I love La Senza. I love Blush. I love VICTORIA
  SECRET. I adore Carlo Rino. I adore Banana Republic. I love MAC.
  

• I like Body Glove. I love Timberland for my son. I love Gucci for my daughter. I love Yves Saint Laurent for my husband. I love all designer goods for myself. I love ROXY for the females in my family. I love Quicksilver for the males in my family.
  

• I will love Saks. I will love Fifth Avenue. I will love The Plaza Hotel. I will learn to love New York. I will want to love LA. I would love to want Paris.
  

• I will love Visa. I will love Mastercard. I will love Amex. I will love PLATINUM.
  

• I love $$. $$ is love. Bills and debts are no love. No love means no love. No love = hate.
  

• I hate my hair but it won't be for long! Don't laugh at my new hair.
  

• I am very materialistic. SO WHAT!
  

• If you do not understand anything I said, you're less intelligent. If you understand something I said, you're not bad. If you understand most of the crap I said, you're brilliant. If you understand everything I said, you're my boyfriend LOL (so excuse you OTJ you should understand) If you're not my boyfriend but understand everything I said, you're my close friend. Figuratively. IF you understand everything I said yet I do not know you, you're insane.
  

• I am a very ungrateful creature.
  

• I am insane too. Shoot me.

bye.

Labels: designers, life, money $$ money, wtfness

11/30/2009 06:46:00 AM

Monday, November 23, 2009

Hoes before Bros

You know sometimes, when someone does a mistake, it's OK. There is always a second chance. And then when that someone does another mistake, whether it is the same or different one, for worse or better, there is still a third chance. But when he/she kept repeating mistakes, over and over again, and you just get so fucking tired of giving them chances, doesn't it seem like he/she is taking your forgiveness for granted? Don't you sometimes want to shout out loud, go straight right up to his/her face and just burst it out? Don't you? Well now, I do. I pretty hell do.


I used to have this friend, or more like "sisters forever" kind of friend when I was 13 (ok when I was 12 years old and a few months old like hey I was in Form 1 OK!). She was the kind of friend I treated her like how I would treat my younger sister. I used to go to her house every weekend and she never fail to sleep in until 1 or 2 pm. I would barged in her room and see her folding herself with her comforter with her face creased with sleep. Me and her younger brother would pour cold water on her face, and she will yell at both of us for waking her up. Like hey even her mom couldn't wake her up. LOL so it's sort of like, up to the both of us - me and her younger brother - to wake her up.


So I thought we share lots of things in common, and somehow I thought, hey I found a new best friend. Like wtf, sisters for life (and then it reminds me of Sororrity Row). Until one night, W called and informed me, about my so-called "sister" being a bitch behind my back. And Goddamnit I have never, ever trusted someone, like a friend, a normal friend like that. Never would I. I would go beyond anything to help her and I swear I would. Until W called me to talk over the phone, I couldn't bear to hear no more, let alone squeek. My voice was broken because the tears factory has been working up pretty hard and once the conversation was over, I went to the kitchen, spot my dad pouring water into the glass, told him what happened, and so he questioned and said : Why did you trust her so much? Now you know the world out there is evil, and never give 100% to anyone, no matter how good you are to him/her. and so I remember vaguely.


I didn't take whatever he said seriously. or more to, I wasn't actually listening to what he was saying. I was just so busy crying, screaming on the inside trying my best to figure out, whether or not I deserve that way of treatment. I never once doubted her, and so I thought she she never did too.



She wasn't my first best friend, but hell, I thought my junior high school year would be good, but no. Yet, she is my last best friend. I will never call someone my best friend anymore, simply because, being best is always more or less being "perfect" to me. Being best, means having no arguments, no conflicts, no whatsoever. Being best means understanding, always there for each other no matter circumstances, like bros before hoes, or hoes before bros. And No I don't have a best friend because I never fail to have conflicts with my friends, and to those I don't, I'm just not close enough to you to start a conflict wtf. [Love you enough to let you go - quote Clarkson. K., 2009] Having best friendS means having more than a best friend. So exactly, how many can be best, when one is already the best? It's like, X is the terbaik. And if you have more than one best friend, you have A, B, C, D so on so forth. So you have another terbaik. So exactly, who is the terbaik-baik?


And then having all this best friend, you still argue, still bitch behind one another's back, and so call yourself a hypocrite. Don't tell me you're not a hypocrite, because everybody is. Nobody in this world is perfect, and everybody in this world, is a hypocrite.

and I know that sometimes, or most of the time wtf, I'm being a bitch myself ftw.

Labels: friends

11/23/2009 03:50:00 AM

Friday, November 20, 2009

Tantrums

Hello. I see myself greeting you warmly wtf.

Life in INTI is bored with no entertainment except, nothing. Everything is pretty fucked up so far, and hey I'm not coping with the situation at all. I'm suppose to be in Penang now, but nooooo I'm here blogging wtf. I'm suppose to go to Singapore on the 5th next month but noooooo I have my fuckin' Malaysia Studies final to go and wtf I don't give a damn about the paper but I am forced to point my little finger fuck you History.

I want to do something I love, something I enjoy to throw shits out of my head. I need it. Fuck.

3 weeks

4 days

and 3 more days to a month!

stupid bye.

Labels: chillaxing, fucked-up, gimme-a-break, insanity, jungling/foresting, life, love, meow, motivation, myself, relationship, wtfness

11/20/2009 10:45:00 PM

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

and here they come

"Hello", says the pup.

So the Sunway trip COULD have been even awesome-r if I have the money. So I don't =/ boohoo! and how many times have I been telling, I want my daddy to be like Donald Trump. The money part; not the womanizer. Call me moneyizer wtf.

I know we look lovely together =) I couldn't stop smiling each time I take a look at this picture. Admit it; no matter how much you hate me (or him wtf) we still look good together xD cheers to you babiy.

ok you see that girl in the picture? She's Shin Yi the meow/Hello Kitty. Now the reason why she's the meow is because, she likes, adores, loves, admires, more or less wants, to be a cat. She has got this HUGE collection of kitty. Hello Kitty, Bye Kitty, Good Morning Kitty, whatever Kitty, you name it, she have it (be logic larh huh. ask for those Stupid Kitty sure don't have). I don't know why she's got some kitty fetish but oh well, she could be one of the nicest person I've ever met in my life. Period. Very happy-go-lucky kind, a person who doesn't show her unhappy emotions in front of you. Sticking behind your back when you need someone, most of all, she make a good girlfriend! Unfortunately, she's no longer available.

Now this boy. "Pretty" boy he calls himself. I prefer the term, gay boy. But the man denies himself being a homoSEXual. So, we'll just say whatever he wants to put a smile on his face, shall we? =D

As I was saying, this gay"pretty" boy *cough* turns out to be a well known genius in INTI. (No joke) In fact he never score a B in his subjects (if I'm not mistaken) and is a menwomen's dream mate. Often organize his own tuition classes in N block common room to tutor his friends on every chapter they find difficult to cope with. The first time I this guy was during Physics presentation on Momentum, I think. OR maybe first noticed lol. My thought was that he was egoistic, proud and vain, could be very impassioned about something. I think I'm still right.

But this mommy's boy over here, could be very loyal and faithful too =) and yes trust me he can be VERY faithful. oh he's still available xD

(terlupa nak censor gaypretty boy's face) Ok focus on the left side. The male I mean. Now this man, is ALSO faithful, and is going to get married to his bibi! I'm not joking, believe it. He's very good too; teaching and guiding you for as long as you want, or until you could absorb every crap he said. Good, beneficial crap wtf.

looks familiar babiy? LOL

I wanted to post this up on our first month being together. But what the hell I think I'm eager,you're eager, and don't know maybe the world is eager too wtf. You've been waiting for 9 hours for the answer, so I guess this should pay back the 9 hours debt LOL

you should know what lays on my hand lol.

Thank You for always sacrificing your time for me, from morning till the next morning, from one night to another night. Thank You for your companionship, for that is one thing any woman in this world is counting on, and I am very much lucky to have you by my side (figuratively) Thank You for putting me so high up in your list till I can barely reach even if I'm on my ballet toes. Despite all your stubbornness (eg: asking you not to buy food but you still did) I appreciate every single little bit of all the sweet things you bestowed upon me. For every single mesmerizing kisses and pecks you laid on me, for every single sweet words utter before me, it'll be as sweet and fine as the most alluring honey anyone can find in the world. For every single penny you wasted on me.. I think I need time to figure out approximately how much you've wasted wtf lol.

I hope this reflection would resemble us in the near future. Hoping that when you look at your cuteself in the mirror, you see me and I'll see you when I do the same wtf. I know sometimes I'm a total pain in the arse and I make you upset. I don't know if a million 'Sorry' can make you feel any better each time you're upset, but right now there's nothing I can give you to make you feel special. For what I realise now that the only thing I can provide you, is love. I hope that is enough wtf lol =/

and this is for many, many more years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds for our relationship to go on and on and on and on. Don't stop believing LOL wtf. Babiy I want another necklace that has the exact or similar pattern to the one you gave me before. From Tiffany wtf please and thank you LOL.

To you, OTJ

From the blogger larh who else -.-

Labels: life, love, meow, relationships

11/18/2009 06:54:00 AM

Saturday, November 14, 2009

When you're out of $$

nothing turns out right. Like nothing! Call me materialistic. I am, I admit. SO WHAT!


Sunway trip would be awesome if I have the cash. Like seriously. It's pretty pathetic to see boards written 'SALES' plastered everywhere at all angles. When you see a nice pair of stilleto, held it, put it on your gorgeous feet, felt that strong sensational chemistry, wants the stilleto for you and only you, you turn back to look at the sole, and BAAM! Over price. Letak balik. Like, how fucked up is THAT! eg: Charles and Keith. Lovely shoes. Price? Fuck off.

Dresses, I don't even wanna start. motherfuckerfather GAHHHHHH

my finger always listens to me xD wtf

well at least I've got babiyboy along with me. Or I could have shot myself. Thanks for the company babiyboy =)
will talk about the trip later when I get the pictures from BabiyBoy. For now, I need to... do something to excite myself wtf I want you OTJ! ROAR!

Couldn't believe CSAM ended. It's what I've always been hoping for, to get over with it and then happy hour. But that also means saying bye to everyone. I already bid my farewell to some of them (jan intakes) and by looking at the way Shin Yi the meow/Hello Kitty cried because of that gay boy, it made realise that I haven't been spending enough time with my friends plus getting to know them better. Let alone books wtf. Life could be so much more awesome-r (wtf got such word ke) if we March and Jan collaborate way earlier (and that also means saying 'hai' to you way sooner babiyboy xD). That word. That "b.y.e." word forking, like totally, suck. wtF.


ok that God the boy lives in Seremban and not at the OTHER corner of the world wtf ROFL.

Labels: day, designers, fucked-up, life, meow, money $$ money, obsession, relationship, wtfness

Labels: gimme-a-break, life, love, relationships, wtfness