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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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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Fuck, no. Not another one. -..-

I think I've waited too long for something to happen.
I'm an inch away from giving up.
Fuck it, maybe I should just give up now.

Oh well, people change. Things change. Feelings change. Shit happens, so live with it. Pfft. This thing happens all the time for the past eighteen years, so I don't really give a middle finger anymore. Sometimes I wish I could just change what I feel too, yeh know. Rawr, fys.

For what it's worth, it was great knowin' yeh dude. It's a waste you never did/say anything to make me stay. Oh well. :]

Anberlin was so worth my time, mannnnnnn. I had to rush all the way from Tampines to Powerhouse at 10pm just to see 'em. Oooooh, they make me wet in my undies. HAHAHA. Kay, maybe not. But they were really good, nevertheless. WE ARE WHO! WE ARE WHO WE AREEEE!

Moshpit. Fucken moshpit. Some dude hit Neil on the face real hard that his lips bleed. Argh. Don't worry, little Neil. Imma kiss your booboo for you. Hahaha. What the. xD

Today, went back to my ol' secondary school for Teacher's Day. I came an hour late, so almost all the teachers already left by the time I arrived. Pfft. Oh well, atleast Mr Ng was still there. The sexy botak man is still alive and hairless! :D

Kay, now I'm bored. Fys. Thinking of going back to Coral on friday to get 'em Roti Kirai. Yummm. Hahaha. Stall 7 auntie would see her loyal customer again. :]

PS/ September is here, mofosssss!
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