<: Where did this "stud" of yours leave to?
>: Live the dream.
<: If you were my girl, I'd be "living the dream" everyday.
>: You're sweet but no.
<: No what?
>: No you're not making me feel better.
`Shush ~
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
ITS HEEEEEERE!!!!!
I think having the address and name handwritten is a beautiful, beautiful touch. I am in LOVE!Unfortunately, events in my family life have taken away this one joy I had today. It came in the middle of the drama but more bullshit arose as the day went on.
: Why can't I just have one good thing
without the bullshit following?: Balance.: I think I have enough bullshit baggage
for the balance to tip over to fucked.
Psh Shenanigans
Lyds - 1:19am
My Immortal Bragging Rights
I think the one great thing about getting something from the band at a concert is the eternal bragging rights you get that doesn't have a valid expiry date. But the best thing about getting a drumstick from one of the most popular drummers in the world is that random people you don't know will have a picture of you with the stick at the show and you won't even know until you randomly come across your friend's friend's friend's myspace and they happen to have taken a picture of the backdrop, with you in the picture. (I know the 2 are completely unrelated but I'm just saying haha)
Sya just found another one of these this morning and I never fail to get ecstatic when this happens. That's us, posing for a picture by a guy apparently Sya knows. But for some odd reason, the guy won't hand us the pictures. Weird ass mahfakah.
Another thing, Between The Buried And Me is one of the best bands in the world. You hear? Okay. This song (White Walls) is one of the best songs ever written and ever performed live. If you don't like it, you're not my friend. K thanks.
TOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! ♥
Awesome Shenanigans
Lyds - 5:40pm
Photo Credits to random stranger on MySpace. Thank You. :)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
My Crazy Ass Dream
I was watching Bruno online and shortly after the penis talking part of the show, I decided this wasn't the type of movie I'd stay up for. I fell asleep at around 10:30 and dreamt of 3 famous people in a 3 part dream. Tyson Ritter of The All American Rejects, James Hetfield from Metallica and the bushy one from Fall Out Boy. Crazy weird too. (Just so you know, I typed this out right after waking up and brushing my teeth so excuse my spelling, sentence structuring and whatnot.)
The first part involves a big blue tour bus. It almost looked like a Pepsi can but anyway..
I was on that bus and apparently, we had to make a stop. It was a double decker and I significantly remember falling off the stairs. If you know me at all, you'll know this is not something I WOULDN'T end up doing. Anyway, I practically rolled off the bus and onto a street. It looked like one of those pit stops the "First Class" bus from Singapore to Genting but a little more foreign. (My sub-conscious mind is not very creative if you notice.) We were parked OUTSIDE the gas station. The thing separating us from it is a semi tiny gutter. A ray of tipsy people came out of the bus behind me and bee lined to the little store at the gas station. I trailed behind but instead of entering the store, I went straight to the payphone, which was just next to it.
A short conversation with a mysterious "Ryan" person pursued and all I remember saying was that I was alright and I'll be home in a couple of days. I set down the phone and turned around to be startled by a very tall and stoned looking Tyson Ritter. He sorta just stared at me for a couple of seconds and simply said "Hurry Up. We're leaving."in the most monotone voice you can imagine. From my experience with meeting this guy in real life, he is nothing like this fella in my dream. And I thought bubbly Tyson was scary...
We brisked walked back to the bus and of course, with his fine fine long ass skinny legs, he got there first. Remember how I said I rolled off the bus? Well, if i had REALLY rolled off the SAME bus, it would have been a long long fall. Tyson so effortlessly got on the bus that had no stairs and had an entrance that was at least as high as the level of my chest. And if it wasn't bad enough that I was this short Asian person struggling to climb aboard, the damn bus starts to move. Slowly but surely, it picked up pace and I remember just holding on to the side yelling at the top of my lungs "HELP ME UP GODDAMMIT!"
Tyson grabbed hold of my hands, with his face still monotone and again, effortlessly managed to get my 18789372842 pound body onto the bus. I laid down on the floor of the entrance, trying desperately not to cry, and saw him just standing over me, with those blue blue eyes and no hint of a smile. I remember feeling scared like as if this Tyson Ritter figure was in fact my kidnapper. But I don't think I would mind if he was. Would you?
Anyway, I was woken up by the sound of my alarm clock ringing at around 2:30am. It was sahur time but wouldn't you know it, I hibernated my laptop and went back to sleep to have my next weird ass dream.
It was set in ANOTHER god forsaken bus. A single this time. The atmosphere was significantly different. In the first dream, I felt out of place, distressed and almost scared for my life. In this one, I was more carefree, at peace and happy as a hippie. I was standing in the pathway of the bus, leaning against a table, with a leg stretched across to the other side's table. If you're familiar with the typical layout of a tour bus, you'll know what I'm talking about. I was in a bullet for my valentine band shirt (which is weird because i barely even like the band) and jeans, swaying from side to side while talking to this dude in a cannibal corpse shirt. We might have had a mix up in the laundry. There were a couple of other people there but I definitely remember my girls being there. How? Sya was on one of the beds on my right yelling across me saying "CARMEN, WHERE DID YOU PUT MY BAG?!" and Carmen yelling from the other side "I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING BAG." and Lyn yelling from God knows where "BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP."
That was the only conversation in the bus I remember because it was too damn funny. Then suddenly there was a tsunami of people coming through me and my cannibal corpse shirt wearing dude and alot of people talking at the same time. I ended talking to some other people about some other things and goddamn, I remember absolutely none of it. Then suddenly, JAMES MOTHER EFFING HETFIELD was right in my face. I was taken aback a little but he just said "YOU HAVEN'T HEARD IT?!". So apparently, we were all talking about some song? I don't know. All I know is that JAMES MOTHER EFFING HETFIELD grabbed my arm and almost literally dragged me out of the madness and out of the bus.
I sat down on the step of bus and he stood in front of me. He reached over to my left and switched on a radio. Why there was a radio at the entrance of the bus, I don't know but he began to almost beat at the thing with his finger, scuffling for a song. Then I remember hearing this slow ballad and just looking at him and nodding. He began to light a cigarette. This man is sooooo old but sooooooo hot omg.
We were talking oh so casually like old friends and I felt soooooooooo cool la seh! I can't remember most of it but i remember asking him what Metallica song he hated most and he said "Master of puppets. No doubt or hesitation." And then this was the part I STOPPED feeling cool. I replied "No way dude! That has got to be my ultimate favourite Metallica song. You're kidding! I mean if I was ever in a crowd at your show, I know for a fact me sya, lyn and carmen will be all tears and jumping like Bobby(?) on acid." I started to sing the lyrics to the song and doing the "T_T" MSN emoticon on intervals. But thank god, hetfield just laughed it off.
And of course, this awesome dream was interrupted by Beyonce. My sister's alarm is "Crazy in Love" and her getting off the bed for sahur is an earthquake I get daily. That is totally NOT a fat joke, my bunk bed is just hopeless and falling apart. I contemplated getting up and sahuring with her but I wanted to get back to my dream.
Unfortunately, I DIDN'T get back to THAT dream, rather continued my 3 part drama series with Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy. Now, this is just plain weird because 1)I don't even like the guy. 2)I don't even know him? 3)I DONT EVEN LIKE THE GUY.
Okay, this one WASN'T in a tour bus. It was in a car with NO DOORS. I don't know what is with this night and moving vehicles. Tsk. Anyway, Andy was driving this pathetic excuse for a car and I was in the back seat, holding a huge cardboard box. I remember it to be heavy too. He was driving recklessly and I remember almost falling out more than 3 times. My arms and legs were wrapped around this huge box and someone had his very very tattooed arm hooked on my left arm, presumably to ensure I don't fly out. There were 3 other guys in the vehicle, one of them behind me, carrying the same sized cardboard box in his arms. One was riding shotgun and the other was the one holding on to my life. Surprisingly, in this ridiculously life threatening situation, I was having the time of my life. I would dangle my legs out the car and have the dude next to me yell out "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!". I'd also from time to time think it to be cool to hang my head outside to look at oncoming vehicle. Then suddenly, amidst the laughter and chaos, the guy in the backseat suddenly yelled " Dude slow down. I see a cop car." Andy replies to that saying "Fuck them. We're not doing anything wrong." I remember sticking my head outside.. the door(?) and SEEING the police car heading straight for us and remember feeling a little bit of panic, but more excited than anything. What the fuck?
Anyway, I don't know what happened in between or whether I even dreamt it but the next thing I remember seeing was Andy, being interrogated by 2 cops. He was very calm and didn't even sweat the situation. I don't recall feeling scared or distressed or anything really. I just knew I was there and I couldn't wait to go home. Then suddenly, the scene was of me walking towards a cop. I asked him whether he's seen Andy and the guy chuckles at me. He folds his arms and started to shake his head. "Your friend left here 30 minutes ago. I'm guessing without you."
I remember just getting completely flushed with rage. "THAT SON OF A BITCH!" was the last thing I said before I woke up to find that it was 10:55am. I laid back onto my bed and shut my eyes. A few minutes later, I jerked back awake and looked at the time again. It was 9:15am.
Mmhmm.
The first part involves a big blue tour bus. It almost looked like a Pepsi can but anyway..
I was on that bus and apparently, we had to make a stop. It was a double decker and I significantly remember falling off the stairs. If you know me at all, you'll know this is not something I WOULDN'T end up doing. Anyway, I practically rolled off the bus and onto a street. It looked like one of those pit stops the "First Class" bus from Singapore to Genting but a little more foreign. (My sub-conscious mind is not very creative if you notice.) We were parked OUTSIDE the gas station. The thing separating us from it is a semi tiny gutter. A ray of tipsy people came out of the bus behind me and bee lined to the little store at the gas station. I trailed behind but instead of entering the store, I went straight to the payphone, which was just next to it.
A short conversation with a mysterious "Ryan" person pursued and all I remember saying was that I was alright and I'll be home in a couple of days. I set down the phone and turned around to be startled by a very tall and stoned looking Tyson Ritter. He sorta just stared at me for a couple of seconds and simply said "Hurry Up. We're leaving."in the most monotone voice you can imagine. From my experience with meeting this guy in real life, he is nothing like this fella in my dream. And I thought bubbly Tyson was scary...
We brisked walked back to the bus and of course, with his fine fine long ass skinny legs, he got there first. Remember how I said I rolled off the bus? Well, if i had REALLY rolled off the SAME bus, it would have been a long long fall. Tyson so effortlessly got on the bus that had no stairs and had an entrance that was at least as high as the level of my chest. And if it wasn't bad enough that I was this short Asian person struggling to climb aboard, the damn bus starts to move. Slowly but surely, it picked up pace and I remember just holding on to the side yelling at the top of my lungs "HELP ME UP GODDAMMIT!"
Tyson grabbed hold of my hands, with his face still monotone and again, effortlessly managed to get my 18789372842 pound body onto the bus. I laid down on the floor of the entrance, trying desperately not to cry, and saw him just standing over me, with those blue blue eyes and no hint of a smile. I remember feeling scared like as if this Tyson Ritter figure was in fact my kidnapper. But I don't think I would mind if he was. Would you?
Anyway, I was woken up by the sound of my alarm clock ringing at around 2:30am. It was sahur time but wouldn't you know it, I hibernated my laptop and went back to sleep to have my next weird ass dream.
It was set in ANOTHER god forsaken bus. A single this time. The atmosphere was significantly different. In the first dream, I felt out of place, distressed and almost scared for my life. In this one, I was more carefree, at peace and happy as a hippie. I was standing in the pathway of the bus, leaning against a table, with a leg stretched across to the other side's table. If you're familiar with the typical layout of a tour bus, you'll know what I'm talking about. I was in a bullet for my valentine band shirt (which is weird because i barely even like the band) and jeans, swaying from side to side while talking to this dude in a cannibal corpse shirt. We might have had a mix up in the laundry. There were a couple of other people there but I definitely remember my girls being there. How? Sya was on one of the beds on my right yelling across me saying "CARMEN, WHERE DID YOU PUT MY BAG?!" and Carmen yelling from the other side "I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING BAG." and Lyn yelling from God knows where "BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP."
That was the only conversation in the bus I remember because it was too damn funny. Then suddenly there was a tsunami of people coming through me and my cannibal corpse shirt wearing dude and alot of people talking at the same time. I ended talking to some other people about some other things and goddamn, I remember absolutely none of it. Then suddenly, JAMES MOTHER EFFING HETFIELD was right in my face. I was taken aback a little but he just said "YOU HAVEN'T HEARD IT?!". So apparently, we were all talking about some song? I don't know. All I know is that JAMES MOTHER EFFING HETFIELD grabbed my arm and almost literally dragged me out of the madness and out of the bus.
I sat down on the step of bus and he stood in front of me. He reached over to my left and switched on a radio. Why there was a radio at the entrance of the bus, I don't know but he began to almost beat at the thing with his finger, scuffling for a song. Then I remember hearing this slow ballad and just looking at him and nodding. He began to light a cigarette. This man is sooooo old but sooooooo hot omg.
We were talking oh so casually like old friends and I felt soooooooooo cool la seh! I can't remember most of it but i remember asking him what Metallica song he hated most and he said "Master of puppets. No doubt or hesitation." And then this was the part I STOPPED feeling cool. I replied "No way dude! That has got to be my ultimate favourite Metallica song. You're kidding! I mean if I was ever in a crowd at your show, I know for a fact me sya, lyn and carmen will be all tears and jumping like Bobby(?) on acid." I started to sing the lyrics to the song and doing the "T_T" MSN emoticon on intervals. But thank god, hetfield just laughed it off.And of course, this awesome dream was interrupted by Beyonce. My sister's alarm is "Crazy in Love" and her getting off the bed for sahur is an earthquake I get daily. That is totally NOT a fat joke, my bunk bed is just hopeless and falling apart. I contemplated getting up and sahuring with her but I wanted to get back to my dream.
Unfortunately, I DIDN'T get back to THAT dream, rather continued my 3 part drama series with Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy. Now, this is just plain weird because 1)I don't even like the guy. 2)I don't even know him? 3)I DONT EVEN LIKE THE GUY.
Okay, this one WASN'T in a tour bus. It was in a car with NO DOORS. I don't know what is with this night and moving vehicles. Tsk. Anyway, Andy was driving this pathetic excuse for a car and I was in the back seat, holding a huge cardboard box. I remember it to be heavy too. He was driving recklessly and I remember almost falling out more than 3 times. My arms and legs were wrapped around this huge box and someone had his very very tattooed arm hooked on my left arm, presumably to ensure I don't fly out. There were 3 other guys in the vehicle, one of them behind me, carrying the same sized cardboard box in his arms. One was riding shotgun and the other was the one holding on to my life. Surprisingly, in this ridiculously life threatening situation, I was having the time of my life. I would dangle my legs out the car and have the dude next to me yell out "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!". I'd also from time to time think it to be cool to hang my head outside to look at oncoming vehicle. Then suddenly, amidst the laughter and chaos, the guy in the backseat suddenly yelled " Dude slow down. I see a cop car." Andy replies to that saying "Fuck them. We're not doing anything wrong." I remember sticking my head outside.. the door(?) and SEEING the police car heading straight for us and remember feeling a little bit of panic, but more excited than anything. What the fuck?
Anyway, I don't know what happened in between or whether I even dreamt it but the next thing I remember seeing was Andy, being interrogated by 2 cops. He was very calm and didn't even sweat the situation. I don't recall feeling scared or distressed or anything really. I just knew I was there and I couldn't wait to go home. Then suddenly, the scene was of me walking towards a cop. I asked him whether he's seen Andy and the guy chuckles at me. He folds his arms and started to shake his head. "Your friend left here 30 minutes ago. I'm guessing without you."
I remember just getting completely flushed with rage. "THAT SON OF A BITCH!" was the last thing I said before I woke up to find that it was 10:55am. I laid back onto my bed and shut my eyes. A few minutes later, I jerked back awake and looked at the time again. It was 9:15am.
Mmhmm.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Pieces
I don't entirely like to see people suffer. Honest.You're boring completely mended.
Fall. Shatter. Dismantle. BREAK.
GOD. DAMMIT.
It makes me happy to see people prosper in any aspect of their lives. It just annoys me when people lose their art in the process. ..
......like as if happiness brainwashes brilliance
Do we really need pain to maintain the flow of poetry?
Does this part of us die when a filler is introduced?
Does it exist as some sick substitute?
If so, why aren't you running?
Fall. Shatter. Dismantle. Break.
GOD. DAMMIT.
GOD. DAMMIT.
Shenenigans
Lyds - 1:37am
Lyds - 1:37am
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Perfectly Flawed Week
Summary of these together : Knock the fuck out.
So I haven't been fully well since even before my trip to Genting. I've been out of town twice this month and each time, I've gotten worst. Finally, after hitting a temperature of 38.1, I decided it was time to head to the doctor. As usually, Dr Lim opens a conversation with "You don't play golf with your mom? haha" Every single time. Guess it's good that he takes the initiative to remind you he remembers something about your family. One fact to be used to the point of exhaustion and furthermore. The worst one of all those medication would be the herbal antibiotics he prescribed. GOD. DAMN. They are so disgusting. I mean, it's a pill you swallow. Yes. But it smells like horse piss and the taste stays in your mouth. Gross. I've missed 2 days of the fasting month to enjoy this less than delightful delicacy. Believe me, I'd rather be starving than eat this shit.
Anyway, this past week has been one of my sickest weeks plus my busiest. When I have plenty to do, that's when my body shuts down. And when I get well, there's nothing much to do. Echo Productions, my oh so quiet production company with Sya, Lyn and Carmen have been working on our supposedly first project. Everything has been going well.. on our side anyway. Unfortunately, due to a shift in events, you might have to wait a little longer for an EP event. Ah well..
In the meantime, I will be helping ANOTHER production company, Prettig productions owned by 2 awesome chickas Shahidah and Joanna, for their show end of next month. That's gonna be awesome. :)
In other news, the webzine I've been working for (SHOUT!) will be going on hiatus so my journalism career is basically finished. I've been contemplating applying for positions at other magazines but that will be later on. I'm gonna take an unplanned break from writing.
I've also been in the studio recording songs. Just did one of my favourite songs to play. "3 Little Words" was written ABOUT a member of this metal band. ABOUT. Not FOR. You'll understand this when you finally get to listen to it. Not too much going on in the studio. Just full on acoustic songs. I've been doing a few bits of vocal parts which makes me pretty excited. Hahaha. Also been able to complete guitar tracks in one take. I pretty much rock... for coming up with such easy guitar parts. :)
So yeah.. I'm probably going to start fasting tomorrow. Hopefully I can lose some weight this month. FAT chance but one can hope. HAAA
Normal Shenenigans
Lyds - 3:33pm
Monday, August 17, 2009
Don't Tell My Mother...
I spent this weekend going up to Kuala Lumpur to watch WORLD STAGE. Ya-haw folks.
MTV provided us with a kickass hotel and everything. Just wished my other 2 girls were there. :(
The All American Rejects were amazing.. as predicted. I really only went for them but Hoobastank's set was KICK FUCKING ASS. <3
Bottom right hand corner, you see me, short.
Sexciting Shenenigans
Lyds - 12:07am
MTV provided us with a kickass hotel and everything. Just wished my other 2 girls were there. :(
The All American Rejects were amazing.. as predicted. I really only went for them but Hoobastank's set was KICK FUCKING ASS. <3
Bottom right hand corner, you see me, short.
Sexciting Shenenigans
Lyds - 12:07am
Monday, August 10, 2009
Quid Pro Quo
I'm not a typically empathetic person but when something terrible happens to someone you grew up with, there are really no words to describe the kind of pain you feel.
My cousin was my bestfriend for most of my youth and we basically did most of everything together. Our families were very close and and times we had were just plain old priceless.
I haven't seen her in so long. We haven't had a decent conversation in years. I blame this mostly on my inability to uphold a relationship with anyone. I don't so much have commitment issues but I can't seem to focus my attention on so many people and so many problems at the same time. You can say, I'm not very good at multi-tasking. Or rather, juggling relationships.
For the first time in years, we had one decent conversation on the phone. However, it was due to a very unfortunate event that this phone call had even happened. It was the first time I truly felt this frustrated and angry for my lack of power in a situation. And it was also the first time ever that I had cried to a voice on a phone.
The kind of sadness I heard in her voice. The cracking beneath all the strength. It seriously broke my heart. No one deserves this.
This is obviously a very private matter so I will not discuss the contents of the situation on a blog. Just know that whatever bad shit you befall upon anyone in your life will come back right back at you. In the worst possible way.
Shitty Shenanigans
Lyds - 1:05am
My cousin was my bestfriend for most of my youth and we basically did most of everything together. Our families were very close and and times we had were just plain old priceless.
I haven't seen her in so long. We haven't had a decent conversation in years. I blame this mostly on my inability to uphold a relationship with anyone. I don't so much have commitment issues but I can't seem to focus my attention on so many people and so many problems at the same time. You can say, I'm not very good at multi-tasking. Or rather, juggling relationships.
For the first time in years, we had one decent conversation on the phone. However, it was due to a very unfortunate event that this phone call had even happened. It was the first time I truly felt this frustrated and angry for my lack of power in a situation. And it was also the first time ever that I had cried to a voice on a phone.
The kind of sadness I heard in her voice. The cracking beneath all the strength. It seriously broke my heart. No one deserves this.
This is obviously a very private matter so I will not discuss the contents of the situation on a blog. Just know that whatever bad shit you befall upon anyone in your life will come back right back at you. In the worst possible way.
Shitty Shenanigans
Lyds - 1:05am
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Dear Brilliant Soul
You have this need to be more open, more upfront with the ones you love and the ones who pretend. When you speak, you're almost blocked from speaking your mind completely. AWOL from your own truth.
You live your life in distance. You probably recognize this better than I do:
It sucks that the only few times you get out of that little sanctuary of your own mind, no one seems to be listening. Or so, no one is right in your face about it.
I want to hear your every thought.
I want to share my every thought with you.
I know you're one to listen.
I know you're one to care.
I want so bad to let you know
The usual shenanigans
Lyds - 11:50pm
You live your life in distance. You probably recognize this better than I do:
Distance doesn't only count by how far away you are from home.
It measures from your thoughts and the words you speak.
It sucks that the only few times you get out of that little sanctuary of your own mind, no one seems to be listening. Or so, no one is right in your face about it.
I want to hear your every thought.
I want to share my every thought with you.
I know you're one to listen.
I know you're one to care.
I want so bad to let you know
Honey I'm listening.
The usual shenanigans
Lyds - 11:50pm
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Touristy Adventures
I vlogged almost everyday on the trip. Except the last because I got really sick before we went back so didn't have the mood to do basically anything.
DAY 1:
Took 7 hours from Singapore to Genting Highlands. We were on a super exclusive bus with massage chairs and movies to watch with our individual little tellys. Saw "Get Smart" and laughed out loud a few times. Haha
Didn't do much on the first day. Just sorta sinking in that we were clouds and that check in took fucking forever. Walked around a lot on day one. Went bowling and I got the worst score in bowling history. Got front row VIP massage chair seats to John Travolta's Pelham 123. Couldn't really enjoy it because I was super sick by then.
Singapore is so beautiful when you're leaving it:
Family Potrait plus sis bf minus bro:
Can't bowl for nuts:
Massage chairs in movie theater:
Day 2: (Cable car/KLCC)
Family Potrait plus sis bf minus bro:
Can't bowl for nuts:
Massage chairs in movie theater:
Never been to KL so my family thought it was about time. HAHA Took some touristy pics, like I planned. Gorgeous <3
Day 3: (THEME PARK!!)
Alot of the better rides were close so it wasn't as fun. And I was sick. :(
>
Day 4: (HOME)
Got really sick so didn't take any pictures and didn't pose for any. Got stopped at immigration for sweaty thumb and my sis and mom couldn't stop oinking all the way home. (H1N1, me sick. Do the math) Got home safe and took a few days being sick after.
Wish I hadnt been ill but it was fun nonetheless. :)
Holiday Shenanigans
Lyds - 2:48am
Saturday, August 1, 2009
L.O.V.E.R.S
"If I had known the last time I saw you would be the last time, I... I would have stopped to memorize your face, the way you move, everything about you. If I had known the last time I kissed you would have been the last time... I never would have stopped."
:')
Heart. Pure Fucking Hearts Shenanigans
Lyds - 11:07pm
P/S: WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THIS STUPID FUCKING FORMATTING PROBLEMS!! I wish blogspot worked like before. :(
:')
Heart. Pure Fucking Hearts Shenanigans
Lyds - 11:07pm
P/S: WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THIS STUPID FUCKING FORMATTING PROBLEMS!! I wish blogspot worked like before. :(
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