Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
confession of a guilty soul
I feel reali guilty now...over a few tins...
here is ma first confession....lolx
i was playing gunbound instead of doin ma work (homework and editorial) man i felt like an asshole after playing.I did not finis ma work yet u noe...my sastera, addmaths and so on...but now ok d...except for ma sastera...not finis copyin it...but hu cares i would finish it later...
okay bout ma editorial...i damn lazy to do la...so muc u noe...3 assignments...well actuali i have onli one la but i volunteer to do ma ex's assignments oso for her...she has two of em...and one of em is so hard...it's actuali canteen day wan but d pics so damn hard to find...i was lookin for it for like almost untill 3a.m on fri and still lookin...
No one noes dat i did her assignments for her all this while (d last time i did for her was public speakin and i edited tins for her bout prayer service) We are in the same group(skul events). All d assignments that she pass up are all under her name.She din force me to do it but i sendiri wanted to do it for her.I can't bare to see her like stuck in d thin (cs she's yonger and js joined d board) and get all fustrated and start to feel sad.My ex felt dat it was a bit unfair for me and she wanted to do it by herself but is ok la...Yea i noe it's reali stupid but...anyway i finis one already and the other one is stuck...I was so sick of doin the work and i have not even started my one...hehehe and all of us have to hand it up by tmr...gosh...so gonna b in deep shit (not reali cs ma "boss" veli leanent)...lol....dat leads to ma nex confession...
next is...
i was flirtin (sms flirtin) wif ma ex yesterday..or shld i call it today as it passed midnite...i was kinda flirtin...i duno...shld i call it flirtin,concern or jus plain chattin....she knew dat i onli had 5 hours of sleep (cs of her editorial stuff) and she was preety concer over me bout hw i would fall sick if i dun take more rest and all...i dunno wat her concerns for me reali meant....
i tstarted off me askin her bt some editorial stuff and den she started askin me if i had rest.I told her i had a bit of rest and i was complainin bout hw i ached (over cross country and lack of sleep). she did complain bout hw her legs ache due to shoppin and tummy ache 4 no reason and how she felt depressed(for no reason again).As usual i got concerned
and bla bla...anyway to cut the story short i in a way told her i stil had feelins for her indirectly cs i told her "nutin is as important as u"...so isit counted flirtin..i no noe d lor....
my next confession...
I din wanna wash ma shoe but i made it as if i din have time...lolx...ma mum shoutin at me again to wash ma shoe...hehehe...me notty gal....hahaha...i dun get the logic of washin ma shoe every week...is suc a stupi tin.I hate washin ma shoe and i dun mind wearin dirty shoes to skul. It doesn't make any difference to me...wait..i think ma bro is washin ma shoe...let me check...no he isn't...where he got so nice to wash ma shoe wan...i mus b dreamin....
I think dat's all the confession i have for now...
ps: cheng if u read dis pls dun nag me bt it(editorial tin) cs i noe wad i was doin