Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
i kinda hate to admit this, but when my mum and get along, we have an uproarously insane time. which is not too often. alright, rare. so rare, you can see the blood oozing out. usually we like, cant even carry out a proper conversation.. so we were like sitting in front of the tv watching american idol (omg, it makes you feel even better than feel-good shows/movies somehow) and then dunno how, we started talking about that jue/aware thingo that we caught. yesh. me. catcha dance thingo, a chinese dance thingo, with her. and about mother-daughter relationships or summat. omg, yes i still couldnt believe it while the tickets were being torn. it was a bit too modern, crikey couldnt understand some stuff, like the mother flapping-hands and running around in circles thingo etc. but wells, interesting i guess. although the daughter was like hogging the limelight, getting all the choicey stuff, maybe cos she coreographed it heh.. but anyways, yar. we had an insane one minute.. two? three? laughing about slapping the shoe on the body, body convulsions and stuff. by golly. we laugh at the strangest stuff. speaking of laughing.
what do you call a dear with no eyes? no idea
11:34 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
