gave up work, ok not really, to head to cells hse to have a mini cheers to Singapore being independent.
my level of patriotism has decreased so much over the last one yr,
my tulips look like banana.
whatever.
i want to go out tmr, but i know i cant afford to.
because i havent started on paper shit and my idea for final sculpture.
i wish it would strike me alrdy.
im desperately waiting and looking for it.
its at the back of my head, but i just cant figure it out yet.
random sentences:
i hate days when youre like that.
babe, i wish you would open up. but who am i to say when i dont.
cause babe, (i just felt like saying that sentence)
credits to junita for most of the field pictures.
thats my really retarded friends and cell's brothers for you.
everybody was freaking high while playing heart attack in the nice breeze. :D
and nicki says im fat, so im going to lose my fats.
goodbye.