anyway, i was thinking about stuff. and i realised this: the person who'll get me, is probably the person who sees how vulnerable i am. how weak i can get. and who knows what to do about it. as in, how to make things better for me. so basically, this person needs to know me. needs to really know me.

so in order for a person to know me.

a person needs to read my blog. true?

and since i'm a demanding fat bitch - as everybody knows - the person will most probably have to read all my entries - archives included - about 129308124 times. just so he'll somehow know the juvenile way of how i think.

so fuck it, don't tell me you love me until you've done that. (:

i miss school. and i miss daddy. so i guess he's not in singapore now. or rather, still not in singapore yet. =/ okay. this is the part where i go all emoshitsxx and curl up and cry. no, seriously.

i want to hug him so badly now.

ouh and shut the fuck up fools. by "him" i mean my dad. so please don't go feeling-feeling the hero in my life and act as if i need a hug from you. because really, even though it'll help me feel better, it won't do any good to me in the long-term. so please.

can i get an airplane ticket to penang, please?

p/s: I'VE GOT TWITTER ON THE SIDELINES NOW! (except i don't know how to update via sms.)

p/s 2: anybody know how to send twitter updates via your cell?