I'll bleed this skyline dry
Hear Me Out

I like to give excuses for everything and anything. If Im not in the mood to do anything, I idle around.

I let my friends say as they please, but that don't mean I agree with what they say. I just accept that its their opinion.

I can be an ass hole. I can be the nicest person on earth. Just depends on who you are(:

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." -Matthew 5:8

Complains?
Saturday, January 3, 2009

My eyes are fucking itchy!! DAMMIT!! *rub rub* No, Im not crying.

Ugh.

Let me live my life, my life, my life...Yes, Im just quoting Rihanna. Hahahahaha!

I am seriously in a love/hate relationship now.

Oh did I catch your attention? Hahahaha!

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No, seriously, do I have your undivided attention just to read the next few lines?

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You sure?

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Paying close attention?

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Am I getting on your nerves?

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Yes?

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Hahahahaha okay okay shut up Jane.

I am inna love/hate relationship with SATURDAY.

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!

Gawd. I love the fact that my skin gets to practice photosynthesizing for like 3 extra hours. Its like one of those things parents do, like take their kids to swimming lessons on weekends? Yeah well I let my skin photosynthesize on weekends.

Please note I wake at 6:45ish am on weekdays, well grandpa sunny aint even up yet, aka no photosynthesis can take place? Cause you know...sunlight is required to....yeah okay you get the point.

Yes well, I only get 3 extra hours instead of like 5, because my beloved mummy a real genius that she really is, honestly. Goes and buys YELLOW curtains. Yes, lemme repeat YELLOW. The colour of what? Lemme hear it? Yessssss, so true kiddies, THE FRIGGIN SUNLIGHT.

Besides getting 3 extra hours to sun tan in whatever sunlight without UV rays comes in, I tan easily, shhh. I have to go out. Yes again, as much as I love travelling with fragrant foreign workers, I love being Singaporean.

Patriotic? Hardly.

I hate being Singaporean. Stereotypes like: Kia Su, money-minded, unhappy with life, short(not that Im not, PSSHHH), weird accent, uncourteous, disrespectful and greedy.

Now now, c'mon people, does Jane look like she's any of the above? (Please answer if it's a "NO" if its a "YES" - show yourself the peace sign index down) huh...... Oh yeah....moving on.

Its not the country that I dont like, its the people. Gawd, we are seriously shitified. (If you'd like to listen to why, please tune in next time but not some time soon)

Omg. COOLIO! The score of me computerised game, Jane-96, Hero-94, Ashley-97, animal-97. HAHAHAHAHAHA! All the in 90's and hanging on to dear life. Omg. The next game will determine if I die or not! Shhhhh *waddles away and play*

*bangs head on the table profusely* Oh my gawdddd *whines*

Yes, I friggin lost. I swear the fucking queen is TOTALLY LESBIONIC. She keeps wanting to be on MY SIDE. Gawd. Should I turn straight while playing then turn back to bi when Im not playing?!

*mumbles*

I love the song Rehab by rihanna. For the first time, my mind + my heart + my self agree that this song speaks what we are feeling. Every line of the song is exactly what each organ feels. OH INSOMNIA by Craig David is the shit!! OMG OMG OMG!!

Well both are clashing songs, just like my feelings now, they clash.

One side of me feels, that I need/want/must have my drug. That side is likka weak minded me who cant stop smoking, fucking faggot. The other side of me, says that I can live without this drug. That side is likka resistant minded me who can pull myself together and say no, fucking cheerio.

My hero please kill me, and spare me the pain.