<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/131031377429132919?origin\x3dhttp://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>



<$BlogArchiveName$>

Friday, February 22, 2008,1:21 AM





I've been thinking about 'it' for the whole day in school. "To accept, or not accept?" Everyone I asked said no. But he kinda told me, "I'll treat you differently from other girls and I won't repeat what I've done last time. I promise. Okay?" I mean, that was kinda... Sweet. I can truly feel that, he's really into me. But, the fucking problem is that-- SIGH. I still have some doubts though. Like, goddammit.

---

So, I was out for the whole day and just chilled with Veni. She's the most dependable, most truthworthy, most understanding, most enjoyable, the best in The Clique. I'd probably be the "emo" one in The Clique if she didn't ask me, "How do you do the star?" Thanks sistah, for everything you've done for me. [=

---

OH, OH! Right after yesterday's post, my mum bought for me another cake and I was like, "Whuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut? ANOTHER CAKE?! But, but, Its hazelnut leh!" So, I have no fucking choice but to eat it. Be appreciative man!

I love my family! Peace out.