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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 9, 2009
Put me to bed, fools.

I wanna go to sleep, I really do. But I don't wanna go to sleep just because I'm bored. That sucks. So Imma be gay and talk about what I've been doing for the past few days.

Friday, went to shisha and drink with friends at Arab Street. Been a long time since we all hanged out. It was Ate Viel's birthday, you see. Her (shhhhh)th birthday. HAHAHA. Darn it. Oh well, I did promise her that I won't tell anyone, so Imma be a good friend and keep my mouth shut.

*coughtwentycoughtwocough*. Oops. Huahuahua.

Beck's pissed me off, btw. Ate Viel told me it was a strong beer,
but to me it tasted like water. Roar. I drank water beer, dumbshits. And it cost $33 per bucket. -..-

Saturday, went to find more places for my upcoming birthday party. Got lost on our way to Eastcoast Parkway. Argh. Took us about 2hrs to find the stupid place, wtf. Even on our way back, we still got lost. Pfft. I ain't gonna go there anymore without a car, demmit.

Got home with all my mom's friends scattered in the living room. They were kinda drinking and getting drunk, but I was too tired to join 'em. So I decided to just play around with Rocco, Tito Ramon's son. :D

Kay, I've done enough talking. If you wanna see all the pics, they're in my facebook. I just upload some of 'em here since I'm too god damn lazy to upload 'em all, duh. Not happy? Screw yourself real good that you forget your purpose to live and kill yourself. :]
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