Ah, Julian is so hot. Oh Jules, Jules!!
lol.

Now I know why Courtney Love wrote a song about him, for him.
I can write one for him too, however, instead of "But Julian, I'm a Bit Older Than You"
mine will be

"But Julian! You're So Hot, I'm Not, You're a Rockstar, I'm a Nobody, You're Adored By Millions I'm Not and We Live In Totally Different Worlds"

HAHA.

Ok. Loser!

Holy shit, hot fucking shit! OMG



omg, Julian Casablancas from The Strokes is sofuckinghot omgomgomgomgomgomgomg OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!

hahahaha. super droolable.
I'll marry him right now.
HAHA.

Julian is the sex, baaaabyyyyy!!

haha, Nick Valensi isn't bad either!!



ok this is retarded they're both soooo super *pssssssssssssssssttt* (burning noise) hot. lol.

de-sexilicious baaabyyyy!!
(ok that sounds like something Mun will say LOL)

But seriously.
These two are the epitome of hotttttt.

Ok never mind.

there are stars on my ceiling. I gaze at them at night, and the stupid thing is, I can get very emo when I do.
glow in the dark stars are awesomeradcoolness.

Anyway, I need to get more. My goal is to cover two thirds of the ceiling or something to that extent. haha.

stars stars stars. I need more. more more more.

Man, I really need a life!
wtf.

insanity is when you wrap yourself up in your blanket, cover your face with a pillow and sing 'I Shot the Sheriff' while making footprints on the bedroom wall. yes I have no life. and i'm blogging from my phone. so cool.

No life, no life! X(

see money, money see.
count money, money count!

oh what the fuck am I saying.

anyway.
MONEYFUCKINGMONEY!

money
yenom
money
yenom

haha, I know, I know, WHATEVERRRRRRR, Nic!
I can hear you rolling your eyes now.

(hurrrh, VIVIEN SIM I AM MENTIONING YOU, now you better not poke me to death, you meanbean!)

Bo-Red baaabyyy!

Ok I'm so bored I've resorted to doing this. I spent an hour at the pool earlier and let's pray I'm not burnt. Tan baby, tannnnnnnn.
So here goes.

***

Ok never mind I was doing a stupid myspace survey cause I have no life, but! my life has returned. Duty calls!

The dog in the black poodle suit wants dinner and he wants it now.

laterrrrrrr peopleeeeeee.

Indonesian folk songs are so retarded. I just learnt another one from Gillian today, and it's something like
helloooooo! (:
"I was cooking a duck, and my 'mam asked me to dance with her four times. So we danced to the left, and danced to the right."
this is silly, I bet everyone reads in between the lines haha.
riiiiiiight!
So weird.
or maybe not, maybe it's just me who highlights.
I feel so out of touch with everyone.
Viviiii, I'm glad I'll see you tomorrow (:
haha ok. bye byee!
I want to lie in the sun.
I want to drink lots of Coke Light.
I love Coke Light.
I like my job.
Yes, surprisingly I do.
I don't like life.
I want a reset button.
Do over.
Restart.
who's reading this? tag my board and say so!! (x
Game over.

I could just expire from everything swirling in my head.
Worries, complications and problemssssssssss.
So so sooo many things to fret over.

boo.

burung kaka tua
hinggap di jendela
nenek sudah tua
gigi nya tinggal dua

Thanks to Gillian, I now know an Indonesian folk song.
It's really retarded.
It translates to

"There is an old bird on the window sill, and my old grandmother only has two teeth left."

Yes I'm so totally not kidding. haha. And it seems like everyone knows it, from multiple bellhops to my mother. Apparently my father should know it too.
HELLO THERE!! (:
ookay. The power of folk songs, kids!

Ah I've qualified for the SINGAPORE POLY MASS COMM COURSE. I've submitted my application for all the mass comm courses available in all the polytechnics.
ok. don't ask me anymore. haha. I'm sick of today. The rain, the stupid shit school, the stupid shit teachers, the school, the school, did I mention the school?

Anyway chances are you've probably heard allllllll about how Viv and I had to go home and change. So I won't rehash it here. It annoys me and pisses me off.
I was so angry today my hands kept shaking for two hours.
Angry!
Grr.
Ok. hahah

You get the picture.

The repercussions of November..


..Are going to get me tomorrow.

argh, rah, urgh, gwrah, grragh.

Can you say
"Nic you are so doomed?!"

Sigh. Ok well, grit your teeth and get it over with. I have to go back to school tomorrow and as everyone knows, I hate school.

Pep talk!!

Nicola. You have to go to work tomorrow. Then, you have to go home, hunt for your goddamn uniform and shower and put it on.
But I don't want to.
I don't care. You have to. Your O LEVEL FUCKING RESULTS ARE COMING OUT TOMORROW. Now don't panic.
Omg, I'm freaking out now. Freak freak freak freak. Panic panic panic panic.

This is going nowhere.

*

Today, Hirol, being Hirol, started counting how many times I said "good afternoon" to people. He's so retarded.
Anyway.
I said 117 "good afternoon"s in the space of half an hour!

I am tres magnifique.

I have a new male in my life.
He's black.
He's fucking sexy.
His name is Freddie.
He's MINEEE!
He's hot.
Did I mention he's sexy?
Super, totally hotfuckingsexy.
I know you're jealous.
I know you want him too.
Suckerrrrrrrrr.

you oldie moldie!



Hope you had a great day Viv!!

We all love you!!!!!!!!!! (:(:(:(:(: