*bilchyfizz__________________ i cant find myself
/Tuesday, April 19, 2005
/12:05

I mish ma Rus.... He started werk already yesterday. Nw cant meet him as n wen i like anymore... Urgh. Harny's in deep shyte. Poor gurl... Rus's in deeper shyte. Poor guy... *Muakz* Me? Hmm... Im supposedly in deep shyte too but im tryin nt to make it any deeper. Heh.

Lets c... Wat happen last week? Hmm... Oh ya. Rus n me gt into an accident- again. Urgh. Its really funny actually. Dat asshole. We were at Bt. Timah Rd n theres dis bus in front of us. Beside d bus is a van fer those retarded kinda ppl. N theres dis boy/guy sittin beside d window n he's wavin at us. I juz laugh but Rus waved back. Instead of paying his attention on da rd, Rus happily layan dat kid/guy. Suddenly d bus stop n Rus was shocked n didnt break in time. D vespa slide all d way n hit d back of d bus. I nearly fell n quickly got off d bike. Malu sial... D impact was hard n theres a loud "bang".

(Rus juz called. He cnt msg me today cuz his hp kena confiscated dis mornin.. There's a spotcheck at camp today n they took away his hp cuz its a camera-phone, even though d camera is spoilt. Sheesh.. Hehe. Im sooo happy to hear his voice juz nw. Kinda surprised wen he called.)

Kayy. Back to d accident.. Where was i? Oh ya. D bus driver came down n a few nosy aunties too. Sial ar... Those aunties irritating bugger sial. So noisy. Rus was trembling seh... I was really concerned bout his stiches cuz it hvnt completely healed yet. When he showed it to me i cud c liquid oozing out. Eew... Scary. His bike, tsk tsk.. Left side dented n d handle n d wheel nt aligned. Kecoh seh.. There i was worried bout him but Rus? His main concern is his bike. Sheesh... Well to shorten d story, Rus wasted $25 on d tow truck/lorry cuz in d end, instead of leaving d bike at Ah Joo, Rus took back d bike n he sent me hme. Pffft.

xxmuackxx
___________da story endz like this..




_____B I L C H Y_____

I'm shy. sensitive. gentle. patient.
I'm exuberant. lively. exhibitionist.
I hide the considerable depths of my character under a
cloak of frivolity.
Sometimes I make no sense.
Sometimes I'm perfect.
Sometimes I'm a mess.

Narcissist.
If I don't love me, who will?

I do not give myself easily and are sometimes accounted cold.
If I'm deceived my anger is terrible.
If disillusioned, I do not forgive.


Try figuring me out. You never can.
I am all extremes...



I.N.T.I.M.A.T.E.S.

LAF
ayu
bubz
eila
fad
fara
horny bitch
nad
ns
runn
shashi-mee
syafiq
syira
van
wan khai
yan han



h.u.s.h. ___ h.u.s.h.