Apar Sial!!!
just got off the LJ. the Nanny's guitarist got a job as an assistant editor of a rag that's along the lines of Wallpaper and Nylon. gawd, i ma eat my hair after i'm done with typing out this entry. she luck out like big fucking time. yellowcard is driving me nuts. the ataris is bad enough. i have forgotten what is pop punk. null has got to stop playing their songs. it's torture. my momma's sick. it's that time of the year again. whoopdeedoodoo. the Beloved is performng this weekend and i'm not gon be there. haiyah! bene bene bene yo just askin' for some chick to fuck yo pants off, boy. it might as well be me. yeeooowww! nasty naz has found someone who almost upstage the Beloved in the hair department. some boy she says looks like Orlando Bloom. haha. ok lar naz. i bet he doesn't have the Beloved's gorgeous arms, emo specs, photography skills and that sweet sweet smile... ok now i'm making myself sick. he WILL grow back his 'fro. you'll see. then kite leh nengok who's the Omar.