August 2009
zouk. mambo. butter baby.
hanging out with the guys too much and watching them prowl..soon i’ll be speaking like them. what the fuck, dumb fuck etc etc.
i know the media and pop culture have popularised the word and desensitised all of us and i’m also hearing it in class from the teacher.
not uncomfortable with it but couldn’t care for it.
anyway, i just feel bad i’ve no girlies for them but...
insecure.
i’m insecure about my face, my skin, my hair, my body, my intelligence. basically everything.
bloody hell.
what to do.
I reallly need some sort of proper blog. with tags and organisation and stuff.
though i really love the huge ass text font all over here, i haven’t figured out how to tweak stuff.
anyway.. i like clubbing. a lot. but i like the clean, good kinda fun clubbing
last night, at one point in time, there were four cute + smart guys around moi.
sigh. but something didn’t happen along the...
original
i’m all about version one, the original, the first piece. it’s almost an obsession really. i think i just don’ like change and new, upgraded version 2.0 unless.. you’re talking about me getting a new body, fab hair and new skin.
so it really miffs me that the Boys Over Flowers that they’re airing right now has a totally new soundtrack that sound so wrong with every...
