ive run out of ribena.

i sounded so evil in the prev post. but really. i might still be able to smile at you after you empty a bucket of shit over me but not when you do it to people i respect and/or love. especially when i think you're just a piece of what's in the bucket itself. now i sound bitchy.

I GOT BLAAZE'S AUTOGRAPH! hahah. my fave rapper. who doesnt cut albums n only does live concerts. but heard he did an mtv with coco lee. HE BEAMED AT ME!

anyway, i bumped into the barricade and got myself this portruding blueblack the size of a fist. the fist of a baby. i cant figure whether it's a good or a bad thing i dont own a camera. i would have taken a picture WITH Blaaze and one of the blueblack - which wouldnt exactly make me the most popular girl.

maybe ive been pre-menstrual thats why ive been experiencing bouts of reminiscence. but this sure doesnt feel like it. ive been happy for as long as i remember! no needy feeling. crushes are a given la.

i miss ayda and fir!

and ive run out of ribena.