Singing Is Gut

Singing to myself... singing to myself... tra la la la....
Going nuts
Don't want to do work
Procrastinating
Singing to myself... singing to myself... tra la la la...

I need help wei.

A Blue Moon Tonight

Okay. Actually i was going to blog somewhere else.
Then i accidentally signed in here...

And here i am.

0_o

The pug, the fairy and the pan have been awfully busy.
So busy that they haven't had a jolly threesome gathering for really long.
It's either the fairy and the pan (which is everyday)
Or the fairy and the pug (which is roughly once a week)
Or the pug and the pan (which is once a month... or less... ?)

Let's all go on a holiday together!!!

*hears 'yar. right' from both boys*

Pbbttt*

bzzt bzzt...

*cleans dust in this blog*

*cleans adam. period.*

*cleans joyce's fat*

ta da!


i posted!

*pug hops around*

Eee What Happened?

"You know, what you all started was a very good idea."
"What are you talking about?"
"How you, Kevin and Adam share a blog. Three good bloggers sharing a blog has the potential to be very interesting."
"Oh... oohkay. But Adam barely writes." -_-
"You know what i mean la."
"Heh. Shit okay la, we start writing for Chin Kuan again."
"Eh don't la."
"Why not?!"
"Cos i want to start one then yours will suck."
"StupiD."

What happened to Chin Kuan Express?!

Oh the sadness of it all...

Hickory Dickory Dock

*dusting this space up*

Fairy Frustrated

I hate it when Xanga decides to pms on me and i can't blog or post up pics i *already* edited

*GROWLLLL*

I sound like such a blog addict, i know.
Thought you must understand i need to write down my shit before i forget it mySELF!

*tries to calm down and seem less freaky*

I was happily skipping (okay so I wasn’t skipping, I’d prollie end up *tripping* and rolling down the hill) to work today,
When LaughingLoga called.
This is a surprise cos he never usually calls in the morning, ever.

“Morning!” I chirped.
“Omg you sound so awake...” He sounded slightly shocked.
“Eh, I actually get up and go to work now okay.”

I slit my eyes even though he couldn’t see them.

“Yes yes, something that I’m slowly getting used to. Eh you know ar, you look quite fat in the pictures last weekend.”
“I told you that already wut. This is no news to me!”
I’d been repeating that fact to him for days.

“Yea la, thought I’d let you know, cos you see right, your top was kinda transparent and…haih I let you see the pictures for yourself la.”
“Eh. Dunnit okay. I can see myself naked and judge myself.”

He laughs.

“So you called me early in the morning just to tell me I’m fat?”
I slit my eyes again
It’s such a bad habit, I’m going to get lines before I hit 25

“I like to start my day realistically.”
“You’re such a bitch and a half la.”

There Are Several Things...

There are several things which are bugging me. A lot.

1) DONT EVER FUCKING MAKE A MOVE ON YOUR FRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND. Just because I wasn't there doesn't mean you can go and make a move, twice , on my girlfriend. I don't give a shit about the fact you were drunk. You cheat(ed) on, as far as I know, TWO GIRLFRIENDS and, now this is the worse, YOU HIT ON THE GIRLFRIEND OF THE GUY WHOS HOUSE YOU WERE LIVING IN. The fucking cheek of it all. He lets you stay in his house and YOU HIT ON HIS GIRLFRIEND WHEN HE IS NOT IN?

Fuckhead. I introduced you to my girlfriend. You know very well she is my girlfriend. Yet you hit on her. Don't even try to deny it because I have seen the pictures.

2)DON'T EVER FUCKING CALL ME A LIAR. DON'T EVER PRETEND LIKE 'ITS ALL COOL BETWEEN US'. DON'T EVER SAY ITS NOT MY PROBLEM WHEN YOU GET YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND TO CALL ME.
Look. I gather you have a history of being a general pussyfuck. I've only met you twice. I could not give two shits if you were touching that other girls ass. If you were, its pretty fucking dumb to do it in front of your girlfriend's sister. Fine, whatever. So what if your girlfriend's sister decides to hit on me and talk to me. Fine Whatever. So what if she tells me what you are doing. Whatever, I didn't see anything. GET IT INSIDE YOUR FUCKING HEAD THAT I FINISH WORK LATE. BY THE TIME YOU SAW ME IT WAS 1AM. GOD KNOWS HOW LONG YOU WERE THERE FOR.
Don't then run off to your girlfriend, just because I said I didn't see you touch anybody, and tell her, over and over again, that I can prove your innocence.
Fine she called. Im sick. I wake up and call her at 1am in the morning.
I tell her the truth. I am not going to lie on your behalf. I AM NOT GOING TO SAY FULL OUT THAT YOU WERE A GOOOD FUCKING BOY ALL NIGHT LONG. HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW IF I GOT THERE AT 1AM.
I DON'T APPREICIATE YOU THEN CALLING ME A LIAR ON THE PHONE. WHY? BECAUSE THINGS DIDN'T GO YOUR WAY. FUCK OFF.

3) DICKWAD. I give you six chances. You are nothing but a goddamn pusssy hunter. You act all nice to the girls, yet when you, the REALLY CLOSE FRIEND, cannot even reciprocate the boyfriend attempting to make conversation, then YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF. You arrogant motherfucker.
So great. Just because you don't call everyday, because it was pointed out to you, doesn't mean you have other motives. It don't mean shit because it would look fucking odd if you continued calling on a daily basis. FUCKHEAD.

4) YOU know who you are. FUCK OFF. Don't contact her. Don't call her. DONT FUCKING NOTHING. PISS OFF. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. YOU WANT TO BE PISSED OFF AT ME? GO RIGHT AHEAD. YOU ARE NOTHING. A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT.