Hey peoples.
This is my first post about my not so gorgeous life.
Thats why I made this blog :/
So in my blog it has erotic/interesting/not so happy or happy stories.
So I live in Malaysia where everything is boring and soo protected.
You wont see students making out in the park or school,
you don't see people having sex in the toilet,
but you hear people speaking bullshits like"Fucker mother lord" or something similar.
I study in this school named Sri KDU, lets just called it KICKDIEU,
I know it doesnt make sense, but hey I am a Malaysian.
So going on...
So studying in KDU is the worst thing have happen in my life after my mom passed away.
I know that you know that everyone knows that, that the school is good...
Because
1. Good Enviroment for studying.
2. Teacher that teach.
But KDU the school is just not awesome at all.
Because
1. Students are like bitches.
2. Show offs.
I cant stand this school.
But I as well have to go through it.
So today was a horrible day,
well everyday is horrible,
yesterday I got a urgent news that the skit competition was on tomorrow(today)
So I told the skit members,
and guess what happen today,
some of them do not know is today even though I told them
some never read the script,
at least some were okay.
So i dont have to go on,
at last we fail like duh.
So forget today and continiue...
From all those competition and exams, I hadnt had time to find someone to chat with me and
you know be there for me.
I have been single since last year,
and I cant stand it any longer
I need someone to talk to badly...
I need someone to hug me when I am hurt...
Oh well... Guess I have to keep looking.
Well I have to confess that I hate guys that like me,
and I have no idea why,
=.= I just found the reason why,
cause most of them are not really erm you know attractive?
I am not being a you know what...
But its true.
I sometime really cant say I love you when I dont really like the guy...
I dont just see looks, I also see the heart.
So thats all for today,
and I have a wish today * I wish to be loved*
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