All this for a Ritz biscuit.

This is how young and old we were=)

I had a weird dream. The wrong people were in it and it didn't make sense but all i remember is waking up feeling extremely weird thinking about that person.

Hair pins, pointy shoes,
black all black,
no other absence of colour.
A ridiculous bun-net-thingie.
Pants that hug my thighs but hang loose like bangla's bells.
VOPL.(Visible-omgdisgusting-pantyline)
Thongs are -_-.
They'll all poke me anyways.

I'm bored, i hope you get that.
I still don't see the need for colouring my lips.
I'll run over to KL and never come back since bi is becoming a china national.
Since i'll be MIA for the whole weekend, yeah, and JC nerds, we will go out next week, i donch care.