HELL to the YEAH !

ok,i feel quite boring because of this problem. its my little poor ex boyfriend again..
last night he text me (again) and as your request i wont put your number here.

May 7,2010 23:46:38

Firstly, im sry for being lebay n post smthg rude but u dun need to post my number on ur blog coz i got a few numbers who always miss call me at midnight n at work time. for god sake, i need to sleep n wake up early to work. also some ppl when they down, they will post smthg lebay n it will be gone with time. if u say to said infront of ur face,will u listen to me? u even dun want to reply my sms,if u think what r u doing is right things, go ask ppl who r not ur friends bout it. good bye.

May 7,2010 23:59:48

Ah yah its very cheap when someone try to hack fb just for that. PS : sry if it's not u

and this is my reply :

May 8,2010 00:08:18

i dont think i need to reply ur unimportant text since im somehow trying to manage my life back (except this one). And IF u think those number(s) who misscall you at midnight/work time got ur number from MY blog,or ME HACKING ur fb,PLEASE do THINK TWICE before u say anything. bye for good and try to get a life.

he reply again (sighh) :

Well sry if it's not from u,but it start a day after u post it. good bye for good and good luck too.

hope you read this line,hanz.

if you want me to listen to you,ok.. meet me at college stairs. but one thing you have to know,its just embarrassing yourself. but if you want to,you still can meet me there.


dont hope too much that i can treat you like friends. even i feel disgusted to see your dick face! *oupss,sorry to mention harsh word.. but its damn true!


i want to be your gf because i just feel pity on you,little poor boy. seriously,what can i expect from you?



Lollipops turn into cigarettes.
The innocent ones turn into sluts.
Homework goes in the trash.
Mobile phones are being used in class.
Detention becomes suspension.
Soda becomes vodka.
Bikes become cars.
Kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were about who ran the fastest.
War was only a card game.
And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut.
The most PAIN you felt was when you skinned your knees,
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn’t wait to grow up?



anyway,i do really craving for something sweet like..

ben & jerry's ice cream, macaron, OREO (oh GOD!), and marshmallow mix with hot chocolate milk.

saliva keep dropping! -______-










too sweet to be true! u____u


will tonight be my another sleepless night again? if yes,then it will be my another sleepless night again.

last night totally cant sleep my eyes wont close even i cover it with my pillow.
feels like insomnia!!!! :(






gonna end today's blog.

have a great weekend,fellas!

*kissonthelips*

lovee, mena