date:Thursday, June 01, 2006
time:11:50 PM
title:
this is what you do when you're fucking bored.1. Last place you've been to :
orchard
2. You are:
angela
3. They say you are:
a fucker.
4. Yesterday
today tomorrow next year forever.
5. Last person who texted you?:
kpoh.
6. Last name in your received calls?:
kpoh.
7. How old are you?:
14 +
8. What song are u listening to?:
i caught fire
9. Last thing you bought for yourself:
cheng thng? however you spell.
10. I want to:
be perfect.
11. I really like:
to be perfect.
12. I have a crush on:
no one.
13. I really hate:
this dumb thing, im just bored.
***** HAVE YOU EVER ******
1. Cried at school?:
duh.
2. Ran away?:
ever had thoughts.
3. Broken someone's heart?:
no. im kind.
4. Had ur heart broken?:
yes. cause im too kind.. people take me for granted. see what i mean!?!
5. Cried when someone died?:
no one died YET.
6. Broken a bone?:
no.
1. Sit by the phone waiting for a call all night?:
yeah,
2. chat online?:
-.-
3. Save emails?:
no.
4. Wish u were someone else?:
YES.
5. Cry in front of friends:
YES.
1.do you get jealous easily?:
how would i know? try making me jealous and you'll find out whether its easy or NOT.
2. What have u been doing these past few Days?:
going out. (:
3. What are you thinking about now?:
sleeping.
4.what did you do last night?:
fucked my life away.. why do you think i did?
5.what did you last say to a friend last night?:
uhh.. bye?
6. When will you marry?:
WOW. i can tell my future.. i know whats gonna happen tmr! come to me and i'll tell you yours.
7.When did u last receive a gift?:
today, 100 bucks BABY.
8. When did you last have an alcoholic drink?:
dunno. ask ting ting.
9. What was your greatest bet ever made?:
uh.
10. Is all fair in love?:
Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife
