Dont trouble trouble till trouble troubles you

I swear one of you said you'd pay for a lok-lok truck to conveniently drop by at my place for my birthday.

Liars.

There's some reason why i've banned myself from making gratituous speechs and birthday posts online anymore. Because when you're happy with someone and nothing shitty crops up just yet, you say the nicest, most pleasant superlatives you can churn out about someone.

And when shit hits the fan, when you've had a fall out, when one of you starts being the bitch, you'll say its true that everything sweet said seems to have uncannily been banished from your conscience. Its like all the "thank you so much"s and "you've always been there for me"s have been relegated to a distant echo.

How superficial.

Dumb superficial me.

Please, dont take into account, all the nice things i say, i wont mean it once we're done and through. And thats the case now isn't it?

Sigh. We've always been thoroughly decieved through and through.

Catching up, dad's going to be an expatriot this february. But mum's too much of a workaholic to follow dad to the northern reaches of vietnam to become The Expatriot's Wife. And with dad going away, i will need an atm card on top of my supplementary card. Thank you.

Thegirlfriend's Expatriot Family is home for about the month, and i'm currently applying for "watch and learn" cooking sessions with the mum. As for thegirlfriend, who had her face incised(?) by a surgeon today, you look good with the uglybandage. Although i would've changed my views if i saw the pus actually oozing out. Heh. :p

Currently having a dilemma over which manchester united player's name to be ironed onto my jersey. Ronaldo's name would cost a nice 80 ringgit. Nani's more expensive because his player number has 2 digits. Ferdinand or Carrick, however, would render me penniless. Evra's cheap, but he's rubbish.

Good. Physics 2 in 2 days and i'm in an internal conflict.

Jinny