a champagne bubble of a girl about town.
See how the subject helps in constructing my mood for the entry?
i'm supposed to be happy, that's why.
Here's happy.
I'd just submitted another essay this afternoon and felt oh-so-good after that, cause i freaking spent hours on it. (Not because it's extremely difficult or anything, but stupid acer died on me like asdfgh times in a day.) I was damn pissed, but along came ppp who volunteered a surgery on the dumb lappy in exchange for an irresistable service. (haha!)
So at the end of the day, i'm still happy.
yes? no?
you decide.
I changed my mind about people, because there was just the right person to come along to cheer me up. No wait, in fact there were two.
b1's sweet, ppp's comfortable.
&& i guess eye candies are just easy on the eyes, pleasantly fine gentlemen and have damn sexaye bodies huhhh.
i like.
-inserts a huge smileee-
Yupp, to all: sorry for the shift in ranting grounds, i'm just sick of publicizing my life to the world. I need a break, but no need for a kit kat. (DIET LAH!) heh.
At times like this, i wonder how people would react to betrayals.
Hmm..
Night, world.