SCB
drag-queen or demure...


i've swopped a whole wardrobe of new barang barangs...
like i bot over a whole shop's of variant whore-wears(?)
shall try to refrain from bragging like a purple-butt peacock
shall stop at "new clothes aplenty... different matches for every single day of the year"
snortified enough?
close to becoming the SCB aka standard chartered bank aka -?????????-
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trying to appear smooth, happy, glam.
but i still.... horribly...****ed
I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM!
dwelling on past events, like its food i craved so dearly - like tobasco covered oysters??
"if u get more hurt when u see me den u better dun see me anymore"
"don't treat me like a boyfriend now k... i'm single... if i dowan to answer ur calls means i dowan"
"i only wan to work... i dun haf time to think abt relationship"
"i anybody oso dowan... i only wan money... i dun need a gf... i dowan to tok abt love... i dowan to kiss n hug if not it will make me tink alot... i wan to focus on my work one only"
sardonic as ever, the last conversation with him scored bull'seye... my guts ran all over.
how can he treat me like this when we had a bloody history together before?!
how can he be NUMB to everything and really forget how close we were once?!
its insanely moronic.... comparable to cold-blooded monster... bloody murderous.
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my exams here these week.
i HATE exams.
this ain't me?
why am i coped up mugging the daylight away?
intelligent people DUN STUDY!
called to seek his strong cohesive manly-vibbed yet understanding voice and patient tantrum(?)in bidst of revoking my stress openly to someone who knows me very well...
only to begin the bloody "..." with you yelling barbaric tones that describes "i know u hate my existence" at me jus becoz .... oh well you hate me.
so i didn't manage to find a listening ear... n i wanna break lose break out break free so hard i wanna fuck the god daylights out of any freaking malebreed.
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its a darn pretty ideal world... where's all the fucked up idoling at?
one lengthy Sunday school lesson...
view it as a lesson for today?
discovery
To many minds, the origin of sin and the reason for its existence are a source of great perplexity.
They see the work of evil, with all its terrible results of woe and desolation and they question how all this can exist under the sovereignty of One who is infinite in wisdon, in power and in love.
here is a mystery of which they find no explanation. In their uncertainty and doubt, they are blinded to truths plainly revealed in God's word and essential to salvation.
There are those who, in their inquiries concerning the existence of sin, endeavour to search into that which God has never revealed; hence they find no solution of their difficulties and such as are actuated by a disposition to doubt and cavil seize upon this as an excuse for rejecting the worlds of Holy Writ.
others however, fail to a satisfactory understanding of the great problem of evil, from the fact that tradition and misinterpretation have obscured the teaching of the Bible concerning the character of God, the nature of His government and the principles of His dealing with sin.
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i was never a good student in Sunday school nor high in attendance scores lately in church though.
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F was nice today. had no idea whether his on-off crappy laid-back-chit-chats were one way of reeking my slightest bit on interest in him.
no im NOT going to allow any fuggers be my rebound-ment.
interests comparably different from ayons ago.
play, flirt, hide-n-seek, twist-n-turn, break-n-run.
why do i sound faintly familiar...like a sinister scratch???
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restraining is not the best option. letting loose and it naturally bounces back into ur grasps.
*FUGLY WEIRD LOGIC*