Crooning on my STEREO: The Blower's Daughter by DAMIEN RICE I was looking back at my older posts, ie. circa 2006 and before, and I thought of reviving this:
THE RIDICULOUS USE OF FONT SIZE AND COLOUR to enhance the impact of my rants on you poor readers. What happened to that girl who used to complain the shits in good humour?
I have decided to bring her back.
You see, I have been needing to change my life. There were some dumbass incidents that took place recently that I cant help but to take the literal piss. Most of you would know that a certain part of my life is in a bit of a mess, but its OK. You know, it is quite funy. I have done enough with sobbing so its time to revel in that consequential weight loss and England's Euro defeat.
I watched a film from Fatih Akin who expounded this ingenious quote:-
"If you want to end your life, end it. You don't have to kill yourself to do that."
OH MY GOD. Why didn't I think of this???????
Nothing really took place actually.
Two weeks ago I was puking all over the streets of Bangkok. Three weeks ago I was milking Kuantan of all their available beer. By the way, join FACEBOOK if you want to be a voyeur of all my activities.
Then I found out that I was hanging out with some murder suspects. And then I found out my boyfriend doesn't love me. AND THEN I found out that an ex has eloped to Paris with a hot girl whom he cheated on me.
OH MY GOD.
My life would have been perfect without you NUTCASES. Stop frigging rejecting me, will you???
It's OKAY. There is always Riccardo.
He has Gio's eyes.
