I'm really pissed. Really really pissed. Just a general sense of pure irritation at anyone and anything. Don't cross my path, cos seriously, you're gonna get your head chewed off by my motor mouth, epitomizing "a mile a minute". Fuck you, dammit. I'm not your bloody dog, not your fucking spare tyre and not YOUR exhibition piece. You've got an inflated ego and you really need to do something about it. Just fuck off and get the hell out of my life.
Colours was a total letdown. The organisation was crap, resembling mass chaos and utter bewilderment. Peishan looked cute :) The decor sucked, everything was so disorganised. At least my name's printed correctly on the certificate. Haha. I didn't take any pictures with Junyi's cam that I borrowed though. Guess I just wasn't in the mood to take my own photos, neither was I in the mood to take group photos either. Throughout the whole ceremony I was just hoping and wishing for the whole thing to be over. Though I still love my courdroy pants to bits and three cheers for Lancome Juicy Tubes, kthanks.
Vanessa Lim 3:39 p. m.