S i l l y

4 fags.

I wonder if I can sue her if I happen to get lung cancer from passive smoking.

I can't tell u how my day went coz the-gurl-who-smoke-cigarettes-for-breakfast doesnt want me to. Heh. It's rude la. To write about ur friend like she's something for display...Or is it?

I dunno. But I need to tell u this. We agreed that I shall have the right to read her journals before either one of us dies. =) Am so excited. Even makes me look forward to . . Hmmm but she din say she wanted to read mine. Oh well.

She made me talk so much I dun think I'd be able to sleep now. Too. Tired. And I have no pills to pop. Sleeping pills. Anxiety pills. No haf.

=) I am so tempted to re-type this entry. But I can't. Pple will read this. So I'm just gonna say I enjoyed myself last night. I deserved it. Like I havent been to town for 3 long weeks. Man I love walking. And I love Borders and HMV...And I really wanna buy all the CDs....Do I sound 16?

Oooooo and u ever passed by this small open space in town and see pple flying kites? Like using a remote control? It can fly sky high! Am so enthralled by it. =P It has these lights on them that makes them look awww so preetee.

You know how sometimes u read someone's blog and feel like u play this little part in their lives? You share a little of their secrets...share a little of their bad and good times. And you think its cool coz u feel u actually know them better that way. And then that someone suddenly decides to stop writting. Shift blogs, or whatever. And then u go..... =( So sad. You've been deserted.

I dunno if I shall ever stop writing and desert you. But if I do you'd have to come rescue me. Either means I've lost it, or I've stopped trying. But u'd probably be the one deserting me.

Will somebody tell me if Scissors sisters are really hot gurls who sound like men?
I so love Take your mama. =O

I re-read my last entry and realized there were so many grammer mistakes.
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Silly

You gave me a ring
And told me it doesnt mean anything
You just bought it coz you thought it was pretty

I slid it through my finger
Trap me

I wrote you a song
And told you it doesnt mean anything
I titled it this
Don't put your heart in it

You look a picture of disbelieve
Now the ball's back in your court
Why don't you do something about it?

And then
You had to say the three
forbidden
words.

I think of time dangling from
A paper clip.
I think of pigeons flying from a
roof.
I think of waves undulating from my feet.

"Oh silly."

I felt you bruise
like a peach.
Then I felt you pick up the ball
and put it back
in your pocket.

oooo
So now I've got no more balls to keep