Saturday, September 08, 2007 - FUCKED UP GIRL, IN A FUCKED UP WORLD
yesterday was great. i woke up like 8 or 9 in the morning, have breakfast with my mom at the coffeeshop. then, i headed home alone because Mom's going to the market. so anyway, met up with Stephrene & April, bus-ed & headed all the way to Sim Lim Square.

well, i got into an argument with this uncle in bus. :/ it's so damn unglam, but i got to make my stand. that uncle is totally ridiculous. if there's seats in the bus, you think i don't wanna sit uh? you think i wanna stand behind your seat & bump into you, is it? so freaking asshole, still say my bag keep making your hair. come on lah, i purposely adjust my bag, & it's hanging at my ass there, & you still can say that it make until your hair? come on, get a better excuse. i can't help it when the bus itself is wobbly right? i can't even help it when my shoes decide to die on my when i go April's house! & hence, i borrowed a pair of shoes from her, which is obviously heels because that is the smallest size she can find for me. (:

& that freaking uncle still said that he'd slap me, provided if he's my father! come on, i know my dad won't blame me if i keep bumping to him on a bus because common sense says that it's gonna be wobbly anytime! fuck, get off the bus & the girls were helping me to "fight" back. thanks April & Stephrene! you two are my angels! so anyway, yeah, i did manage to change a brand new MP4, for free! both April & Stephrene got the credits! thanks girls, really.

you people also have no idea what crazy fun we're having in the toilet. :/

we went to Burger King to grab some bites. then, we're off. we actually think that the taxi stand is a bus stop itself, & we ran after it. :/ like some crazy asses. April took my hand & ran because i'm wearing heels. a lot of people looked at us, we're crazy. the bus ride were bumpy. i can't help feeling a little sick in the stomach. who cares, rights? what mattered is that i love the girls, & they made my day. (:

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

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He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

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So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

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He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into...

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