Do you know what pisses me off?

It's pretty easy to tell what pisses me off actually.

Responsibilities that are dumped on me that aren't mine piss me off.

Limits that are limiting me from doing things I feel I should be allowed to do piss me off.

Blaming me for things I didn't do piss me off.

My tea or coffee going cold piss me off.

Not getting the nose or the mouth right in my sketches piss me off.

But I mean honestly, HONESTLY.

The one thing that pisses me off like crazy.

Are boys who don't understand their own limits when they have girlfriends of their own.

LOOK. OKAY. GET IT IN YOUR MIND NUMBINGLY IDIOTIC THICK SKULLS ONCE AND FOR ALL SO I DON'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE SAME SHIT OF DEALING WITH YOUR STUPID GIRLFRIENDS WHO BLAME ME FOR FLIRTING WITH ALL YOU IDIOTS WHEN YOU ALL START THIS SHIT OFF FIRST. I AM NOT HERE TO REPLACE YOUR GIRLFRIENDS, OR MAKE YOU FEEL HAPPY BECAUSE OF MY CHILDISH HUMOR, NOR AM I HERE TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR A BULLSHIT STUNT YOU PULL ON ME TO SAVE YOUR ASSES THE TROUBLE OF GETTING SHIT FROM YOUR GIRLFRIENDS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? GOOD.

NUMBER ONE.

Are the boys who have girlfriends but keep it a secret.

I don't need to start to like you halfway through and then find out someway or another that you already have a girlfriend. Nor do I want to know that you're seemingly okay with knowing that you have a girlfriend and not telling me just because I didn't ask. This is STUPID. It's childish and ridiculous, and it makes me feel like an idiot, so much like an idiot, that I would probably shun you, or not be very nice to you, for the rest of my life.

It's not cool, okay. It's not nice, and it definitely is not even close to being funny. I mean, just tell me! What's so wrong with that? UGH. I hate having to deal with the bullshit of finding out, and then having your stupid ass girlfriends calling me or bitching about me online, or bust their fingers out spamming my Formspring telling me I'm messing with the wrong girlfriend, because GEEZ, it's not MY FAULT, that your stupid ass boyfriend didn't tell you that he came to talk to me FIRST.

NUMBER TWO

Guys who find it okay to flirt with you even though they have girlfriends.

THIS IS ALSO VERY BAD.

DO YOU NOT GET WHAT A GIRLFRIEND IS FOR? You can pour out all your bullshit I love you, baby, honey, whatever sickeningly yucky thing you want to call a girl TO HER, NOT to some random person that you just feel like flirting with.

IT'S NOT OKAY, OKAY? NO IT'S NOT. You need to learn how to commit. Either that, or you need to find other ways to let go of this stupid ass need to flirt with people who are not your girlfriend, god damn it. And again, this boils down to your girlfriend calling me up, and swearing at me and calling me names, when clearly it is YOU who are flirting with me, and I am trying to shut you off.

NUMBER THREE.

Guys who admit they like you when they still have girlfriends.

NO NO NO NO DON'T YOU GET IT. It is not possible to tell yourself that you like two girls at the same time. Hell no. You like either this one better, or the other one better. I don't like not knowing who you want to pick. I mean, if you like me more, why don't you just leave her? Ugh, you can't have the satisfaction of having two girls like you. I can't live with the guilt, and I can't live not knowing.

The stupidest part of all this is that you can't let either girls go. So the longer you prolong this shitastic decision, the more it's going to hurt both parties. And the thing with me is that I walk away. I can't stand it when I'm being weighed down like an option. So please, just shut up and be a man, and live with your girlfriend, and stop causing me problems.

So, please, if you are like anyone of the boys above.

GROW THE BUTT UP.

I HATE YOU.

I HATE YOUR STUPID GIRLFRIENDS.

I HATE BEING BLAMED FOR YOUR WRONG DOING.

I HATE BEING BRANDED AS THE PERSON WHO ALWAYS STEALS BOYFRIENDS.

AND I HATE BEING A SECOND OPTION.

K PEACE.

Take it, take it all.

As ya'll know, life has been pretty hectic.

I managed to lose my whole social life aka. my BB in Singapore.

Okay correction, it got stolen.

I mean, I know I'm a technological retard, but not this man.

Come on.

Singapore with the mum was pretty fun overall haha.

We managed to do a whole lot of shopping.

Anyway on a better note (I think),

it's safe to say being back in the arms of NME brings me a lot of relief.

Upon touching down from Singapore, and from the cab.

I come home to a bunch of retards dancing in my house.

Cool, very cool.

So yeah, we won best crowd support.

Props to the non existent ghost crowd who were cheering for us.

Because I clearly remembered all the SILENCE after we were done.

We're still all unsure about our placing in the competition overall but who cares :)

It was fun, altogether and we met some pretty cool ass dancers.

n.M.e's <3

Fuzz, from HMC Phlow, which mind you, is a sexy ass dancer.

Did I forget to mention I got blue and purple streaks done?
Yeah well, there you go.

Me, being well, a typical girl haha.

I'm opening up a blogshop for all the shirts I ripped up in the last few months.

So yeah, to all my little devoted readers,

I'll update you soon.

Till then.

:)

Every boy I choose to love leaves me.

Yes, pathetic as that sounds.

Every single damn time.

It happens.

I don't even need to love them in the way lovers do.

I mean, just friends, in general.

In that way too.

And they always turn out to be boys.

Haha. Go figure.

Story of my life.

I'll blog about him soon.

For now, I have to face a few major problems.

1. Get through Singapore without ripping a hole in my savings.

2. Get through the dance competition and WIN ;)

3. Start up a blogshop for the shirts I so love to cut up.

4. Go out with Yu Hui! Because I miss her so.

5. Get my driver's license on Monday, OH YEAH. (Y)

6. Go over to Ash's to discuss stuff and cut up more shirts.

All this in a week before the holiday ends?
No problem.

They don't call me crazy for no reason.

Tired, again.

Why is my blog always full of negativity?

Au revior.

Tuning into: Skyscraper - Demi Lovato

And miles to go before I sleep.

Miserable as it sounds,

sometimes I get tired of being me.

I mean, I sit here till 2 in the morning.

Wishing that I am anyone but me.

I wish I was skinnier, taller, full of impulsive dreams.

Trivial thoughts, spontaneous beauty.

But I'm not. I'm not anything I desire to be.

I'm just, well.

Me?

Sometimes, you think you've got all the time in the world.

It happens everyday.

5 more minutes till you wake up.

Half an hour before your movie's over.

A day more before you see the doctor.

A week more before you study.

A month more before you get a job.

A year more before you settle down in a proper uni.

What if you had every single day back?
What if you could live day to day, knowing that you'll always subsist?

I'm not judging based on the blank idea that I want to live forever.

But forever brings about a change.

If I had forever,

I would eat as much as possible.

And then lose all that weight in a few months.

I'd dye my hair a million colors.

Hide out each day watching reruns of missing episodes from HIMYM.

Eat popcorn, get inked.

Get a different job every month.

A sales assistant, a tattoo artist, a graphic tee shirt designer.

That's why the infinite is intriguing.

That's why the infinite is both impossible, and beauty.

Torturous yet it gives you time to immerse in a world of peace.

Most people think like such trivial children.

Like tattoos are a symbol of rebellion.

But for me it's not.

It's an illusion that even if I don't live forever,

I'll always have it with me for the rest of my life.

So there you have it, the first and last reason to get my very first ink on my body.

TUNING INTO: For You - David Ryan Harris

By the time I finally reach your garden's gate,

I've got 19 steps to your door.

The Pursuit of Happyness.

So much has happened since I last blogged.

It seems that God, or whoever controls the fate in the path I take up there somewhere,

has decided to be kind of me,

and honored me with a beautiful today.

It's the start of a brand new month again.
And I've already gotten a job choreographing a musical.

Won a competition, and gotten 'salary'. ;)

Had a first standing ovation after a performance!

Have plans for another competition.

And I'm starting to expand the T-Shirt line I'm creating.

But I'm malas to brag to you about how wonderfully perfect today is.

All I can say is,

in my pursuit of happiness,

I can say for a fact,

if I ever to write a book on my horribly depressing life,

that the best kind of happiness isn't earned by yourself.

It's literally squealing like little fan girly girls with a bunch of friends over little things we notice while performing.

Or laughing about a stupid grammatical error in a sentence.

Or just reminiscing on what life was about before we kind of had it all figured out.

With the people you'd spend the rest of your life getting to know.

Happiness, is like caring.

The more you share, the more you get in return.

When I look back upon today,

I know that it'd be a day I would never regret waking up to.

It'd be a day that I will look to when I'm in the deepest shithole ever, and still manage to smile and laugh.

It'd be a day that I come to realize that I am truly, and purely, to every sense of it's meaning, and every understanding of it's word,

happy.

With that, I conclude my happiest day of 2011 so far.

And say au revoir to what little, strangled amount of readers I have on my silly little blog.

Bonne nuit.

(:

My life support, my savior, my everything. (: