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Call me nikki or ella, both are fine with me. I'm a proud filipina living in Singapore. EIGHTEEN. I talk coffee, music, photography and art. LOVE ME FOR IT.

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Sunday, August 30, 2009
I learned to be happy from being unhappy.

I seriously need to chill. Past few days have been a total pain in the ass. Those mofos. -..-

Winnie the poohsy taught me not to care about the world even if you're a gay bear with no pants, so Imma follow his teachings and don't give a middle finger about people's criticizing eyes. But then again, I could just stop wearing pants too. Hah. You w
ish.

Anyway, I deleted my previous post. I didn't really bother to read anything I wrote that day till just now. Geez. Someone should have stopped me that night. Now everyone knows my weakness. Pfft. Shoo, go away.

In other news, I missed the past two nights of baybeats. Arghhh. No matter what, I'm NOT gonna miss tomorrow's. I'm having flu now, but who caresssss. It's bad enough I missed West Grand Boulevard and Taken By Cars. I can't miss Anberlin, fuck. I'm just gonna bring with me som
e panadol or something and drink it down with a can Baron's. Yes, I'm killing myself. Huahuahua.

Graduation party last Thursday was pretty cool too. Made three rounds to the buffet, grinded friends and strangers, drank King Robert's at the SP rooftop and had a b-b-b-blast. Took the train home with Rye and Zac, and got home at 12+. After that, mom opened the door and the first thing she told me was "You party too much. I rarely get to see you home in daylight". Hahaha.

Abdul, the sexy biker. Ooh lala~



We made the impossible possible.
We were able to fit Aminah's size 7 heels to my size 8 and half foot. xD



Aminah wanted to do this to my hair really badly.
So I looked like a fucken CEO. Be afraid, be very afraid.



This was the part where we boogied like Micheal Jackson.
No, not really.


Kay, I've talked too much. That's enough to compensate for my one week of blog absence.
Btw, it's holidays baybehhhhhhhh. :D :D :D
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