no, you're not reading this because taahira closed down the other blog(my-endorphin) or because she forgot her password. you're reading this because you managed to come across this site with my permission.(: YES I REPEAT, DARLING. my permission.
after several promtings from BO BOON ZHONG, i've been enticed to revamp my blogger. its no more gonna be my drowning and moanings or my daily rants. its become more like this fetish to retch out all my inner most feelings, without no one saying nothing. sometimes, i might just log on and say "im eating nuttella now, i feel fat but fat people are hard to kidnap" or i might just even do something reallly reallly lengthy, its up to me so i can't be bothered. i'm not gonna like force the world to read it*
on the other hand, I HAVE THIS
this random feeling to be like how i was when i was eight. in the liberty to say, (then a taboo to say) "im gonna hide kaamela bolster under my pillow so she'll crawl and sleep with me" but now a pleasure to read and guffaw at. im not in the right state of mind to insert a tag board yet cos i dont feel like it. point blank straight. those who really do wanna say something can always come straight up to me and tell it to my face can't they?so yes, i've made my decision.
i won't be here much to update and make this a whole ravishing perfection (or close to one) because i'll be on a hiatus. thought i've contemplated on being white. like just virgin like(:
OOOOOOOOOH HOT. yes yes! but there was this nice mid-summer nights dream too.
i heard papadams smell like the worst fart? shit. my mummys making em, and i love her!
