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(this is my favourite picture EVER that we took for graduation. With my best friends EVER. )I love you too, sweetheart.
No, you big.profound.misunderstanding.homophobic.baboon. I'm NOT a lesbian and there's nothing wrong with being one. We chics just stick together-gether. And me and Aryna had our heights separated at birth.
Natalie and I just split souls, thats why we're soul-sisters. Dont make sense? then get the heckatahir! (heck.out.of.here)
That's the point. I, Miss Lyric, have come up with a new language. It was a random idea. And who else to share it with other than the person who keeps me un-bored at the office.
for readers who have no idea what mamak is, it's actually a person we cant define but he's an Indian Muslim cook who makes the best rojak/murtabak/roti telur in the world.
Work was awesome. My boss told me that when I leave, he's gonna throw me a biiiiiiig partay. *Jeez,i cant wait to leave now* Thing is, i dont even do anything at work. While everyone around me was being servants to the Suzuki God in KL, I was actually looking around Ebay to get a pair of sneaker boots. It would look soo hawt on me, but then again, anything looks hawt on me. LOL. Problem is, I'm broke to the core and bone. And I feel like shoving a banana into my cranium.
Hah, as if my brain wasn't mashed potato already. I'll blog later. Most probably going over to Aryna's for my screwed up driving lesson. Yeah right, as if she's teaching me.
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