Saturday, November 29, 2008
"liked the way we were before.
like an elevator, we go up and we go down.
elevation."
i don't feel like studying for marketing alr. i'm IN the holiday mood. and omg, i studied 24 slash 7 like some dork the whole time, with decode playing 42 times in a single day, on the day i got it. zomg. i swear nfg's coming home is the best album by far, from a punk band.
i'm just trying to fix my mind onto marketing. geeeee, didn't know it's so hard. my attention span to it, is greatly reducing exponentially. because run, baby, run, sunday's coming and i'm missing mama.
the normal mom turned hair-dyed, curled, leather skirt, firebird mom has gone to melaka for work and she's coming home tonight (: probably with some goodies and food, doh. never fail a single time, to bring back food.
marketing concept, product concept, selling concept, production concept, societal-marketing concept.
and i am not paid yet! dingdong, just gimme my pay please, it's the end of the month. not fair, yo. yo, when am i gonna get paid. pay days are so irregular i don't like.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
after first dec, all you shopping malls, blogshops, retail outlets, get ready for me.
cause i'm bringing out my piggy bank and spamming it. hopefully in moderation, i'm sure.
picky me, can't decide what to buy, what's nice and what's not.
when half the time, i'm still hanging by the moment.
i'm upside down, i need my revenue.
now, natasha's really brilliant when half of the music populating our ears are about bad boys, breakups and drugs? (think about jimmy eat world's drugs or me and amy winehouse, doh)
when i know where it is
less abled, trying to reach you
and then,
disappear, when you always say, you'l re-appear.
like magic.
"because you are like a boy with huge arms"
let down my tresses, i want to put on my hat and don my old, new frocks.
dec the 3rdddddddddddddd.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
i killllll the lights.
thanks teestees, cookie jar has now a new meaning. ahh, right.
i killllll the cookie jars.
tsktsk, can you stop being a loser...stop spying and stop bitching like its daily breado!
ohhh ohhh, i'm on a new timetable. i need to mug, no cookies. and i cannot wait till dec 1 ):
omg omg, please say you have it. i need it. desperately. i lost them retainers. mofo.
and i dont like tension. what's with the tension. i killllll the lights.
one sticker for the sticker book. ding.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
I like girls, they like me
They look so good, and they seven jeans.
Want you to be the one, and only
I wanna be faithful but I can't keeps my hands out the cookie jar.
You're a master for these cookies, a beast, an animal for these treats.
I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
Where I wanna go I don't need you
I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong
And that haunted me, all the way home
Keep your love locked down
Cause you lose
Screaming no, no, no.
You change your mind like a girl change her clothes.
Cause you're hot and you're cold
you're yes then you're no
You're in, you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong, you're right
We fight we break up
We kiss we make up.
I should know you're not gonna change
Boy don't try to front
I know just what you are, are.
When you got me going,
You're oh so charming
But I can't do it.
You're a womaniser, woman, womaniser.
So boy don't try to front.
Those nights when the music starts
And when I'm dancing with you
Tomorrow doesn't matter
Turn that music up
Till the windows start to shatter
Cause you're the only one who can get me on my feet
And I can't even dance