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THE PRESIDENT OF MOO MOO TOWN.
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Thursday, September 04, 2008
68. @ 4:58 am


"I think I'm going to-"

You know what? What you're going to say about your decision doesn't really affect me besides stirring up more anger because it just shows how ignorant you and your narrow, puny mind really are, no matter how excellent your school results may seem to be (I can bet you my life's allowance that I'm smarter, wiser and better in everything you appear to do well in). Tell me how you actually expect things to change when you want them to stay the same since you owe me one for just wasting my breath, energy and time sitting here at this canteen table debating with you what is already known to be the obvious fact which you continue to deny when you blatantly have doubts about yourself. You're truly not worth my pulchritudinous (also known as beautiful) presence; I get blinded whenever I see you because you're plainly the epitome of absolute fat - something you should already know and something that highly amuses me.

I don't miss you at all. Six days of not seeing you makes me happier than ever because I am aware that this week's the only time I can certainly enjoy myself before school term begins yet again and my everyday dread to spot your haughty face among the innocent ones continue. It's honestly getting difficult to criticise you because you have so many negative characteristics, I'm at a loss at which ones to choose to pinpoint.

And the best part is, you won't have one bit of an idea that you're the person I've been talking about because your analytical skills suck. Withstanding your nonsense for 1 year and 8 months has been pure torture; fortunately, you have never shared the same class as me - you're horrible, and I hate you.

Okay, my post is suffering from dehydration resulting in tears of pain and devastation so I shall leave you all to ponder about this apparant cruelty of mine while I continue studying my Twelfth Night text at 5.41am in the morning because I study hard knowing that the grace of God will work through me at the same time. I'm not angry anymore (: