I’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorry.
I’m sorry i can’t do a thing for you even though i wish to / want to.
I know i’m useless.
~Krissified
Just a quick note before my internet bitches on me again. Things’re kinda flipped, they doubt me, real long story. Too early to leap for joy, hope it doesn’t become drastic and all. Was screwed from 2pm-11pm yesterday, dead tired and down nursing a flu right now.
…Jeez, this’s gonna be a helluva bumpy ride. I hope all this blows over soon, I’m feeling rather burdened now. And no, I do not have anything to hide, neither do I have the need to fabricate/fudge up anything. Might not be able to come online as often, stuff are real hectic at the moment.
Catch y’all round the bend.
~Sorrento
… What should i write about?
I dragged my parents out to Cliff Park yesterday just so i can take some pictures (one of my whimsicals). I’ll upload it sometime later.
Also, i’ll be gone on Thursday to Monday. Family is going to Montreal. The place that speaks French~~ And i won’t be able to speak it LOL.
Tell me about it if you can / want to, ok?
~Krissified
Potato salads at Pastamania are da bomb.
Make me smile?
ahaahahahahha how dramatic, it’s like something out of some low-budget failure of a blockbuster. My life could be made into a technicolor film, no? How surrealistic, thought stuff like these’d only happen in dramas. Best wishes to me, loving 27/7/08. One last day before hell breaks loose, lol.
Lesson learnt, much too late.
Things’d be bombastic from tomorrow onwards, god damn. God doesn’t seem to like me very much, eh? Well fuck it.
~Sorrento
SG men are no good. No good at all. They should castrate themselves, stuff their dick up their own asshole and drown themselves in a pot of bubbling black soya sauce and die there.
Ten times I saw no conviction, just lies and more contradiction.
Sleep has indeed rejunevated me… mellowed me, even. But hell I hafta firmen my resolve, I cannot go down without a fight, I am not some cheap ho neither am I some whore of some sugardaddy that doesn’t even pay me anything. Well fuck it, no thanks to fucking you my Monday is gonna be turned upside down, my life is gonna be hell on earth, everyone will be plunged into misery and no one will ever be the same again. I’ll try and keep it up, stay nonchalant and unaffected even though below the surface, there’s a war raging on between Jesus and Satan. Even though ignorance really is bliss, I simply cannot let myself get taken advantage of just like that. By some revolting old pedophile.
Amazing what lust does to you, eh?
Have a great fucking day.
~Sorrento
The bubblegum in my mouth tastes so sweet. I’m resisting the urge to sallow it whole. ._.;;
Be careful.
~Krissified
Absolutely.
~Sorrento
Damn you, freaking fat ass who does nothing to help my life out.
Ordering me to cook this cook that. COOK YOURSELF LA. FAGGOT.
That’s why i hate him. Takes his life for granted. If i’m not here i wonder how you’ll fare, huh. Bastard.
~Krissified
Yep, that’s it. My new catchphrase. And no I did not in any way plagarize/copy this from anywhere so you can keep you stupid gaps shut and stop yapping about how it sounds soooooooo ”omg r j00 shure j00 made it”. You can go fug yourself for jumping the unecessary gun! So there, pfft.
Anyhow… Why do you hide behind your tiny little handphone screen, prattling away on your stupid keypad? Wayang again ah? You alleged that you kept silent when we interrogated you because you were guilty and silently admitted your mistakes. And what evidence do you have to back your instigation up? And who the fug are you to tell me not to ignore the SMS huh! Why the hell should I listen to you, looking at all the things that you did to not only me, but also to a certain group of people whom I shall not disclose. Why, you tell me, why?
And then again you tell me that you tried numerous times to talk to me and sort things out, but hell. Why do I not see any efforts? Are you waggling a carrot in front of me, in a bid to get me to your side once again? Dude I’m dead tired of being your stupid sword so you can GTFO and leech onto other people okay? And please, stop begging me like some abandoned puppy. It ain’t working. You think my heart’s still soft? You think I don’t hold grudges? (Well technically I don’t, unless the matter concerning me has never been settled lah) You think I waver at the sight of so many pleases? Hell no go dunk your manhood in a pot of boiling curry.
And so fugging what if it’s been weeks since you talked to me? SO FUGGING WHAT, TELL ME, SO FUGGING WHAT?! You disgust me, you revolt me, you make me wanna hurl. Look, even your current ’salvations’ don’t like you either. Awwwwwwwww ;_; They stick with you because they pity you, because they see you as an ostracized parasite, because they’re people with good hearts and they don’t want to see you lonely. And what do you to do them when they try to advise you? Give them snide comments, show them that arrogant, stubborn, fugged-up attitude of yours.
I mean what’s with you, honestly. Why come running to me, why come to me begging for forgiveness? Don’t you think the one that you should be running to, apologizing profusely, should be your very first victim? Why, don’t have the balls to is it. Or hey, you think that you know me sooooooooo well (I have my sources.) and that I will forgive and forget? Sir Cunt-A-Lot, you honestly think two smses is gonna cut it ah? Go do everyone a favour and hurl yourself off Suntec City lah.
You’re such an ironically contradicting hypocrite with an extremely short dick at that. I think I should be the one saying, ”I tried numerous times to talk to me and sort things out, but you wouldn’t even look at me”, eh? So crawl into some emo corner like the faggot that you’re and slit yourself to orgasm, yeah?
You’re asking for a castration.
~Sorrento
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Why do you evade my questions, why do you refuse to look into my eyes? Why can’t I make eye contact with you, are those eyes full of guilt? Is a ’sorry’ going to help anything, is a ’sorry’ going to answer my question? Is a ’sorry’ an answer that I want, is a ’sorry’ a reply to my question? You’re in incorrigible, you’ve the balls to use my name as a shield, pin the blame on me, spread false rumors about me just to save your black ass. Then you msn’d me last night, and when I didn’t reply you called me. What is it that you wanted to say? Just a simple ’sorry’ and put down the phone? Dude, are you on crack? If I castrated you and went ”Oops, sorry. Accidental!”, would you be so kind as to brush it off as nothing? Would you?
You dare to initiate a forced conversation on MSN, you dare to call me. So why the hell do you avoid my questions and gaze, why don’t you dare to face me in real life? Are you trying to imply that you only have the balls to hide behind a screen and talk cock?
You’re lonely and you’ve no friends, you’re hated and labelled. And then out of the blue what seemed to be your salvation came along, lent you a shoulder to cry on, listened to you, stayed by your side, helped you, saved you from deep shit, severed ties with friends, wasted my time away just for the fucking sake of pulling you through this rough patch. Then instead of showing your gratitude, you bite the hand that feeds you. Never in my life have I ever met someone as despicable and lowdown as you are, never.
If you were willing to answer my questions, look at me in the eye, be straightforward and honest with me, repent on what you’ve done and prove to me that you’d change, perhaps all this shit would end, perhaps there’d be no more war and strife. Perhaps not everyone’d forget about the past, but hell I’d try to give you my trust. There ain’t any use in honeying words and sugarcoating the truth, there ain’t any use in speaking highly of me behind my back among other things which I wish to remain ignorant of, there ain’t any use if you don’t bother trying.
There’s no effort that you’ve put into changing for the better, there’s no effort in patching things up. You’re a lowdown scum, upon being abandoned by all of us, you scattered like some pathetic rat into the abodes of people whom you’ve once (oh hell what’s with me it ain’t once, it’s quadruplets of times!) spoken ill of, shunned, mocked and beat down. And then you try and get back at a certain individual by going as low as to fire personal attacks at them. What? You’re THAT desperate? Dude, just hurl yourself off a building if you’re adamant on staying a cunt, yeah?
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On a much lighter note Imma do my 1000 word thingy today, yes I will. REALLY!!!!!!! =[ I will post it up once I’m done, constructive criticism definitely welcomed. ^-^
~Sorrento
www.crappifiednightmare.blogspot.com
Reminds me of myself back then, eh?
Remember when we were but arrogant twits
Prancing around telling of our surrealistic feats
Remember when we thought blogs were cool
Thinking that we were righteous fools
Good days those were, good days. As twittish and obnoxious as I was… Heh. They were certainly carefree. Never knew I spoke in that screwed manner back then thanks to my atrocious memory. But hey, makes you wanna bearhug something warm, sit by a mug of hot chocolate and reminisce about the past, eh?
Wonder if I’ll look back at this blog of ours someday when I get old and think like how I did today. Imagine how I’d smile on the inside and go; ”Man I changed a hell lot!”.
Mehehehe, such a sucker for nostalgia I am.
The top bit of the post was written yesterday so here’s my input for today. ^ (that bit)
-Sorry by Buckcherry plays-
(Mutes out all other sounds)
Protagonist, donning a headphone, pauses by a traffic light.
She then crosses the road, only to get knocked down by a white speeding Honda. (SO CHEAPSKATE RIGHT!!!!!!)
-Music stops abruptly-
Credits roll in. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣
SO DRAMATIC RIGHT!!! I’d kill to have someone to help me with a scene like that, absolutely! I think I’ll start writing scripts/side stories when I get a random idea, maybe some talent scout would discover me and go ”OH MY WHAT A TALENTED INDIVIDUAL! DEFINITELY NOT MEDIACORK MATERIAL, I’M SHIPPING THIS GEM OFF TO THE STATES!”. And woah, I’d have hit the jackpot right there and then. My dreams serve as potential movie material too, so yeah WATCH OUT FOR ME ON THE BIG SCREENS!
So there I go again, procrastinating. Walao I let myself down again, no will to write the 1000 word essay damn it. And to think today I woke up with an aching shoulder joint. Ah, definitely a bad omen which equates to the fact that today is definitely not the right day to write an essay. YAY I’ll do it tomorrow and submit it immediately! But still… 3 more days to the deadline. Somehow I doubt I’ll be able to make it, but hell. I’LL TELL MYSELF TO BE GUILT FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE til I get back tomorrow. I won’t go out, I promise. I’ll keep telling myself to write the essay, I hope I’m bored when I get home the next day. And I think my script of sorts is rather cliche somehow, I had a rather dramatic dream the night before but I’m damn lazy to elaborate so I’ll leave it for the day after yay
~Sorrento
WELL LUCKY FOR YOU THEN.
I was digging around for the pictures for it and managed to find most of it. It was from a class photoshoot last year… Since i was gonna move and all that yeah.
And here, have a “i will rape your butt” moment from Brawl.
As for the BBQ. It was kinda ruined cause it started raining just soon after we started cooking. Everyone evacuated into my house though haha. Except for my dad and mom since they were outside cooking… I really feel sorry for my dad, especially since i was the one who organized the whole thing and all, LOL. But haha, what’s done is done? Haaahh.
I’ll lazzyyyy. Ajdbgdbgd, and i don’t want to go out to buy my earphones, but if i don’t… D:
~ Krissified
WHATCHA KNOW I WATCHED THE APARTMENT QUITE A LONG TIME BACK woohoo
Soooooo… with the rain comes the arrival (rather unexpected, I must say, but most certainly not unwelcomed. I hope.) of the pair of baby Winterwhites into my er… humble abode. Never knew hamsters were such an awful hassle, don’t remind me of the time when I kept 30 odd in my rather cluttered not to mention pleasantly stinky kitchen, no thanks to them.
Despite my slight dislike towards dwarf breeds… meh. I MEAN I STILL ADORE MY SYRIAN (of course I adore every Syrian out there be it sick or cancerous, tattered or well-groomed.), but hell… who am I to abandon hamsters in their time of need? Bah, I swear I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER KEEP DWARF HAMSTERS AFTER THIS PAIR!!! I still wub my Lewlert (the white syrian!), and don’t worry you still reign over the first seat in my heart. ;)
Sadly, with the rain came separation. The mummy of the batch had to go… as well as the father. The happy family got separated, no thanks to us. Sigh… gets me wondering- why do people bother to keep hamsters even though they know they aren’t able to care for them? Just because they’re cute is it. I’m sorry.. I was an irresponsible bitch and didn’t keep the mummy just because it was real ferocious and wouldn’t let anyone go past it unbitten.
But hey, once it’s over, it’s over, ya? The world won’t be a happier place if I mope about my regrets, sooo… <_< I hope I’ll be able to take care of your babies well, if that’s all I can do for you now. Don’t give up on life out of heartbreak, promise?
On a much lighter note… I HAVEN’T DONE MY 1000 WORD ESSAY OMG WDF PANICPANICPANICPANICPANICPANICPANIC it’s like 4 more days to the deadline?!?!?! DEADLINE = COMPETITION CLOSED!!!!! And I still refuse to do it, fug myself!!!!! OK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T LET PROCRASTINATION GET THE BETTER OF ME I’LL DO IT TOMORROW, I WILL I WILL I WILL UPON RETURNING HOME HOGAY DON’T LET MYSELF DOWN YEAH GOGOGGOGOGOGOGOGOGO
Won’t you sit with me for a little?
~Sorrento
Why does Canadian products = bad quality + high pricing? Huh?
I’ve had 3 changes of earphones since i came. I was really happy with the Creative one, because it worked really well, but then it got spoilt, had to change it, etc. I’m gonna go get my fourth earphone tomorrow cause the third one broke too. I think i’ll go save up for a headphones now. -_-
Btw, FF is acting up. Where is my dictionary now??? D:
Uh. I…..
We had a BBQ yesterday. C: I’ll update later when i get the pictures.
~Krissified
P.S. Hunt down Apartment and watch it soon.
I need more of that shit. Wonder where all you guys get it from, can’t seem to find it <_<.
Anyhow it’s been god knows how many days ever since the 14 of July and I’m still spazzing over this peekchure featuring the back alleys of Bugis.
WHEN YOU GET BACK TO SG LETS GO EXPLODE HAUNTED HOUSES YA? ^-^
~Sorrento
