Today was awesome. If you hadn't been to a cinema in what seems like months, you'd probably have the same mind as me. So for the first time in like ages (like real), I finally managed to catch a movie, together with boyfy. How fantastic is that? Tell me about it. We watched Run papa run. The movie started at 150 but we went in like at 148. Whatever! I must give myself a tight slap because I didnt add extra cheese to the Nachos. Aaaaaahh! Just that I wont really give myself a slap because like duh, I dont have the guts to inflict self pain. How ridiculous can the idea of inflicting self pain be? And to actually think that I even thought about slapping myself, I should start to get a life. Really. So I'd rate it 4 in a scale of 1 to 5. It's near excellent, just one step below maybe. Moving on, after the movie, we went straight to Eastcoast park to cycling since we had our breakfast at home and ate Nachos already (urgh!) earlier and was too full for any heavy foods.
It's been a long time since I stuck my butt on the bike's sit for like 1 hour straight with bumpy tracks. My butt hurts like real bad. Worst still, my legs cramp all over due to the speed. I mean, I have to sit behind him and since he cycled so fast, I have to try my very best to keep my leg stay still to the pedal and follow him cycle. (But still I do playcheat by putting my legs up so that he will cycle all by himself) Evil laughs. I had fun playing though. We ate Mcdonalds and sat at the seashore to camwhore.
Actually, boyfy and I decided on going to Esplanade after going Eastcoast park today. Since, well, we got nothing to do and I don't really feel like going to some place infested with mats and minahs. I really hate the sight of them. Have you seen those fat, (and I mean like really fat) minahs who wears a micro mini skirt thinking they have sexier legs than Ashley Tisdale? And then they wear this super tight top thinking they dont have fats underneath, or maybe they thought people just wont notice. Which is obviously,well..STUPID! I mean even an almost blind man can see those layers of fats, puh-leese. And not forgetting the most disgusting part, showing off their cleavage like its the sexiest thing everrr. Okay fine. Im starting to start my crap again, which actually, isnt really crap if you think about it like how I do. Just an extra information, shops do sell mirrors. It's never once, out of stock. So, just a very friendly reminder (rolls eyes), I reckon you go get one. And maybe, look at your (horrible disgusting most unsightly) self before staring me from head to toe like as if I want to snatch all your fats away. Urghh. Irritation.
Babe, I've fooled around so much, and I'm wondering why now. These days, all my secrets from the past few months came spilling out and I watched you cry, I watched your heart break, all at my hands, all because of me. You couldn't bare for me to touch you and I don't blame you. Then you looked at me and said "I love you so much babe, why did you have to do this?" And I thought "God, what have I done?" Now I'm so on my own right now, you are telling me you love me and you can't live without me, but babe you deserve so much better. We've been through so much together, I am so crazily in love with you. I just want you to know I am so so so deeply sorry baby. Thank you so much for sticking by me, AGAIN, you are so amazing. I want the whole world to know I've got the most incredible guy in the world!
I shall end my day with a very polite phrase: Goodbye, readers!
BOYFY IS LOVED!
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Today was awesome. If you hadn't been to a cinema in what seems like months, you'd probably have the same mind as me. So for the first time in like ages (like real), I finally managed to catch a movie, together with boyfy. How fantastic is that? Tell me about it. We watched Run papa run. The movie started at 150 but we went in like at 148. Whatever! I must give myself a tight slap because I didnt add extra cheese to the Nachos. Aaaaaahh! Just that I wont really give myself a slap because like duh, I dont have the guts to inflict self pain. How ridiculous can the idea of inflicting self pain be? And to actually think that I even thought about slapping myself, I should start to get a life. Really. So I'd rate it 4 in a scale of 1 to 5. It's near excellent, just one step below maybe. Moving on, after the movie, we went straight to Eastcoast park to cycling since we had our breakfast at home and ate Nachos already (urgh!) earlier and was too full for any heavy foods.
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