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 ♥ My name is Alicia. I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net. musings
I adore loud stuff and bright colours. I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows. I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
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Posted Monday, September 16, 2013 // 11:26 pm
He is a little hoarse.
 But I am not good with words or angst so let's just leave it as that. I got my head into the fashion season this time, immersing myself in the various pretty colours and textures coming down the runway. I still don't have a very fantastic sense of it but I do like what Zac Posen and Oscar de la Renta sent down the runway with. I mean, I recognise and am more familiar with those. I would wear DKNY's stuff and Jil Sander's but the rest don't scream to me as loud. It's a great week though. Lotsa eye-candy to feast on. :3 Other than my virtual life, I got my butt off the net and went to the airport with John and Siying this week. No, none of us are flying off, we just figured that we should head there and steal the places where Secondary/JC students study just for the sake of it. And try to shop duty free because... Well I can't spin that... Anyway, we spent a good afternoon there watching planes come and go, seeing people walking about, either going home or going overseas, shopping for tobaccos and liquors. The airport is really busy, but the atmosphere was exciting. The excitement in the people is infectious, really. I have been more stressed than usual but for good reasons. Though I do snap at people who bugs me but hey, don't bother me ever, I get sassy. -snaps in z-formation- Aside from that, I've just been baking non-stop. I need someone to sponsor me baking needs if I am going to have request man... Labels: bake, fashion, my gross friends, rant Posted Tuesday, August 27, 2013 // 8:53 pm
Because when the sparks fly before us, we witness a beautiful illusion that everything will be great.
And we like to be lied to.
 But I have to say, that place is really cool to live in. Not that great to travel to though. And I spent a great afternoon with Ting, pouring myself out before her. I have a lot kept inside me, apparently. I think a lot, and I needed another brain, so thank god for Ting to process my thoughts. Cause a lot of the time I don't get another perspective when I desperately need one. Which is probably why I make a lot of mistakes while trying to survive this big, bad world. I'm not proud of the mistakes I've made, but they are mine and mine to keep. I try to learn from them though, really, really try. It's not easy, apparently. I'm not proud of my mistakes, but I loved how they made me the person I am today. I am constantly grateful that I have the ability and freedom to decide on my life. Especially after seeing all the people around me who barely made a major decision in their lives. I am quicker with my decision, smarter with my reasoning, more observant with the "what comes next?". I take pride in my ability to tell good from bad, to see the truth in the lie and vice versa. These few years had me realising that is a very precious skill that I had managed to hone with sheer instinct. People struggle with that and I have it, so I am exceptionally proud of that. My head is a whirlwind and I like to believe that I enjoy tugging it from insanity.
愛、
跟
穩定的關係，
有時是兩件事。
常常是
逐漸變成
兩件事。
Labels: rant Posted Saturday, August 24, 2013 // 4:31 pm
I strongly believe that is one of the most ridiculous question to ask a single person. How am I suppose to know what I want? I am only eighteen. I haven't had a kid, therefore I don't know and can't tell if my other half could be a good father or not. I'm still a virgin who is terrified of the prospect of a sexual organ that differs from my own so who cares if he would be "strong" or not. I don't even know if I mind laying my lips on another human being that has exceeded the age of 3. How am I to know what standards to set when I don't even know what standards there are to be affirmed? I don't even have a clue what love is. It's everchanging in the books and movies that I read and watch. All I could grasp of it is that it involves timing. Like 90% of whether the thing would work or not depends on fucking timing. And I don't have good timing. What if I feel something with someone who is already attached? Or worse, married? What if the man I am supposed to be fated to be with is 60 years old and dying? What if he is Scandinavian, or Russian, or even an Eskimo and in this life I would never receive a chance to go to any of the countries? Or I could but he was conveniently "out of town". What if he is bedridden because of a fatal disease, or he is wheelchair bounded because of an accident when he was young? What if he has yet to be born? What if he is already dead? My point is, what do I know about the man I am supposed to be with? How could I know? I have no clue what he looks like when I haven't even met him. What bases must I use to judge his character to ensure "he is right for me" when I might not even be "the one" for him? It's a question with no answers because it takes place in the future. I don't know and I can't tell the future like the witch in the carnival with a crystal ball and sunken eyes. I can't ask for a highly intelligent extraterrestrial if a goofball is the one that makes me happy. I can't ask for a drop dead gorgeous model if I feel inferior standing next to him with another girl making googly eyes at him. It's just, there is no telling and I don't want to be disappointed if it really happens on me but yet I have all these standards for him to meet when all he might want to do is to love me with all his life. I can't ask because it won't be fair. And love should be a fair game. Love is a "need" and having all these crazy ideas is merely a "want". And frankly, with love, you only need one thing, and that's timing. You can fall in love with anyone at anytime. But whether love will happen between 2 people, that is the rare and special part. And that is the hardest part as well... Posted Sunday, February 17, 2013 // 11:52 pm
Is not cute
 They are so insensitive, they would speak nonsense to one another oblivious of the other person's comments and continue as if that person did not even spoke. It's rude, because this is a conversation, and if only you are engaged in it, I might as well just leave it. It is really insensitive because when you do that, it makes other people (me) feel invisible. I know this is a really bad habit of mine, but whenever I feel upset being a part of something I begin to hate, I simply quit. I leave that thing to find myself an emotional stage that is good for myself and my health. And when such things happens to me and it makes me feel like crap, even if the thing is extremely sentimental or precious to me, I give them all up for some peace in my head. And I feel awful when I recall how badly I want to leave. That aside, I can't count the amount of times I have conversations or discussions with people that make me want to take Thor's hammer to hit them on the head. People would actually say things with no regards of how their stupidity is affecting the people around. Worse, they don't know, or they don't care. Worst, they know how stupid they are, but they think they are "cute" doing that, and they do not apologise for how absolutely dumb they are. And they do not exist in only one age group, they spread all across the generations. You know the saying, "one year older, one year wiser"? Yeah, neither do I. Labels: i hate people, rant Posted Sunday, August 26, 2012 // 11:15 pm
It's a choice
 After you ask that question, you really only have two responses.
And that two responses only amount to the fact that you are either an attention seeking bitch who manages to make a whole bunch of girls more negative about themselves so you can feel a little better about themselves, or you are an attention seeking bitch who basically failed.
Does that benefit the mankind in any way?
Other than making trash talking the one and only conversation in the group, you accomplished nothing. Here's just a few stuff you could have done if you weren't trash talking the entire clique:
So many things. So little priorities by so many bitches.
I won't say I don't understand why people trash talk. I know why, everybody knows why. It's just to strike this common conversation with the same bunch of girls you've been hanging out with just so you would feel that bit better about yourself when you are with that group of people if you feel insecure about yourself. It's a safety net. It's a comfort zone for you. And EVERYBODY does that, what's the harm anyway?
Here's the harm, you leave no one for me to strike a conversation with. Thanks a bunch, females.
When I speak about anything to some bitch you manage to transform, the topic can suddenly change to their bodies and how they feel about themselves. Guess what? I don't care about that sort of topic. And what does that leave me? A heartless bitch. When truth is, I don't want to engage in that sort of conversation and is actually real and confident enough to tell you straight in the face that it is not healthy.
And to hell if you're not comfortable with that to try and make me comfortable when I am not comfortable about being uncomfortable with myself. Okay that's a lot of comfortable in one sentence that I am not sure if I got the message right. Point is, I don't like those conversation, don't force me to have one or expect me to hold up such conversations.
Obsessing over your insecurities won't make them go away. Neither would it slowly fade away. All it does is cause a vicious cycle among the people you surround yourself with. It is not normal nor healthy to have that. It's just not. I have so many reasons in my mind and I am almost sure so do you.
Let's put it this way, your insecurities only become a problem when you choose to deal with them with your "All talk, no action" plan. Super effective, by the way. If your goal was to have as many insecurities as you can, that is.
To quote Tyra Banks, "Perfect is boring". It really is. And when you're imperfect, you're real, real enough to admit you are imperfect and cool with that.
 And unless you have your plastic surgery booked or done, don't come argue with me cause well, I don't care. I simply don't care. I would shrug right now just for you but I can't so here's my best attempt.
I hope you like it.
Labels: body issue, feeling down, rant, trash talk Posted Monday, August 13, 2012 // 11:23 pm
Klaine has broken
 The last episode of Joys of Life concluded the show in the most boring way ever too. And it tickles me to the bone than Rou Rou never had the career she wants or even the life she intended to have. It's ridiculously funny seeing people not get what they want cause they are ignorant spoilt brats. Yong Yong's father sounded like Christian Bale after coming back. And Rou Rou hates her child. Yong Yong is just a weird character to begin with. The show is good yet flawed in a sense. Before you bomb me with Yong Yong's character defense, I should just say what I think so you won't be all, "OH MY GOD SHE'S JUST AN BITCH WHO HATES EVERYONE OH MY GOD~~". Okay I don't like her because she did not reunite with her birth parents because they chose money over her but didn't her adoptive father do that ALL THE TIME. It's just her being a stubborn bitch just because she have pent up frustration over life. She didn't even give them a chance to explain and to be completely frank, they JUST found out. Well, at least the mother JUST found out. Okay I went to delete people off my friends list yesterday cause I either don't know them or they have disabled/multiple accounts. I hate having excess. I find them to be a waste of space. Whatever. I'm a bitch. You know it if you're my actual friend. Otherwise, SURPRISE, jackass.. And I just want to rant about people who keep trash talk about themselves. Before you EVER pick up the phone to call me/text me, I just want to tell you, I DON'T CARE. I mean, if you are going to talk about how fat/ugly/sad you feel, I will literally slap you. I would ask you, "Hey, can I slap you?" Or if I don't even like you, I would just do it. I won't even ask. Oh gosh, talking trash about yourself, would it change any fucks if you CHOOSE not to exercise and have carbs for lunch? If you really hate yourself, it's okay to plastic surgery. What is not okay is spreading that negative you have on yourself on other people who may or may not be contented with their bodies. Or in my case, may or may not give shit about you. To me, you would be the ultimate attention whore if you talk such shit to me. I'm so sick of people complaining about how they look when honestly, they are too lazy to be the change they want to see in themselves. You either accept what you have or change it, stop sticking to it then complain 24/7. You're annoying, and I don't care. I'm a bitch and I find no problem with that, WHAT. Labels: body issue, Glee, joys of life, Klaine, rant Posted Saturday, July 28, 2012 // 3:50 pm
Bullshit crap
 Okay so there is this project that requires printing of a magazine booklet. I found a shop at Bukit Timah Plaza, which is just beside my school and tried to bring my classmate into it. I had them get ready their things by Thursday but as last minute workers (Yes, the entire class and possibly the whole course), they couldn't get it down and found another place all the way at Eunos which is a little cheaper than what I've got. They would really need a group of people to mass print for the discount so I figure let me just pass them the stuff and they go on Saturday. What I've found was $15. And turns out the place in Eunos is about $20. But I stick with it anyway cause you never know the cost until the final products are out. I had to ask about the latest update about the print. And no good news came up in the reply except for "Meet me at Bugis tomorrow". I am just like, I have a life that doesn't revolve taking crap from people. I do have plans tomorrow and turns out, the print may or may not read my entire file, and not all the materials I've included in the booklet are readable to the printing service. Fine. Tell me that. And tell me that sooner. Can you imagine if I hadn't ask and the news only get to me tonight or maybe even tomorrow? Now I'm back to square one, 3 days later to print the booklet at the same place. It is annoying. It's disturbing. And I can only blame myself for not taking charge of my own work. Mother suckers. Labels: rant Posted Sunday, April 01, 2012 // 7:20 pm
One life out
 And I still have time to finish two drawings. Though I have to say I miscalculated the proportions of the second one. She has very small eyes to begin with. My 0.5mm pen was too much. :( I am rushing to finish what I have left off for months. Stupid urge to download all sorts of movie when I was still working. What was that all about? Anyway, I have the entire house to myself yesterday, and I did absolutely nothing other than watching shows and movies. And in the night, my godmum called to get me to travel to West Mall and have dinner with her. My sister was home by then but she was going out later on anyway. So when she asked what's up with the phone, I turned to her with my excited face shouting, "Ma asked me out!" I would say my life is pathetic at this point in time. :) I go about researching useless facts the past few days. Mainly about Titanic and TV shows ratings. I would talk to people randomly about it. But I would either sound annoying, trying to sound smart or the people I am talking to simply doesn't care. Oh I share the same birthday as Courteney Cox's daughter. I categories that as "Exciting News". I am so sick of people complaining everywhere about how they wish school don't exist and their project work can disappear on its own. I mean, you fucking chose the path you're on, suck it up, do your homework and get off the internet. I am just this close to unfollowing and unfriending all the JC people on my networks. You knew how tough JC could be, you decide to choose it anyway, and now you complain. Newsflash people, nobody cares how much you regret. Some kids don't even have education, cause you know what they have? They have HIV and Malaria. I went a little overboard over there but get that shit in people. Labels: antm, drawing, episodes, happily divorced, i watch tv, movie, rant Posted Monday, March 12, 2012 // 2:38 pm
Let cycles begin
 Anyway, the entire procedure of getting this lady is so much work. Everyone knows I'm under financial assistance but I have chose not to opt for that for the notebook. Because there is only loan and rental. Loaning is not really applicable for those who earn over $1700 a month and rental would eventually cost as much and I don't even get to keep it eventually. My mum and I figured that since Hire Purchase is an option of payment, we shall take it. So we had everything done and was ready for payment. We were waiting in this lecture hall until this lady approaches us and led us to the Hire Purchase booth. Everything was going fine and we had decided on everything when this lady suddenly approaches us and say we can't use the option because there was a record of bankruptcy from five years ago. And that to go past that, it would take at least seven years. Seven years. Are you kidding me? People who drink and drive and fuck prostitutes don't even need that long to get a loan to help lift the burden from the family and there you go, opening your condescending mouth, claiming we need seven years. I think it's completely ridiculous. I mean, the more they should help out right? And it's not like the bankruptcy is still ongoing, it's been years since the debt was cleared so they should understand no? Clearing a bankruptcy is not easy and having cleared it, the family should be entitled to apply and receive any form of help to start anew and to make ends meet. Stupid asshole policy. It only makes them more of a douchebag to refuse service for such a reason. SEVEN FUCKING YEARS. We do not have the cash or the funds in the bank and that's why we need a fucking loan from you. Now you're just doing this to prevent us further from leading a normal life after bankruptcy. Way to go. I hope your company becomes what I had been through so you could gain a little sympathy. We traveled to Beauty World area to get the cash advance from the bank eventually. We honestly couldn't afford with cash. Or NETS. So we eventually headed back to get the goods and cursed the people one last time. In my heart, at least. Still a curse. I am honestly pissed with the entire thing. Super unfair. What normal people could have settled for thirty minutes took us two hours. And just because of a CLEARED bankruptcy record. It's completely ridiculous and I honestly don't think me or my mother deserve to be put through that. And what's with the payment choices. Why isn't there VISA? Isn't Mac like universal enough to get a VISA machine for people who don't have the cash yet. What the fuck? Labels: my period is here, rant Posted Friday, February 10, 2012 // 9:38 pm
Listening to awesome mashups
   But at least it eventually looked like a decent model with features at the right proportion and not Jay Leno's chin with woman's features all the way up to her forehead. So I regret nothing. Plus, as I draw, I learn. I shall remind myself to use a pencil to sketch the face before using a pen all the way. Yeah, I like to be fearless and draw with pen cause I have such thick skin to think I can draw that flawlessly. Like a boss. >:) Well, another rant today, cause I can. I learnt from following FashionOfGlee on Tumblr that F21 released a line of Glee shirts and pullovers. They have Finn, Rachel, Kurt and Brittany's faces on individual shirts and yet no Blaine. They actually put "Courage" accompanying Kurt's. I mean, Blaine gave Kurt courage, and love, of course, but they should have another shirt that well, at least have Blaine's face on it. Hello? Darren Criss is voted the 3rd most sexy man alive, they gotta have his sexy face on a fucking shirt by now. Kurt's word should be like, I don't know, "Unicorn"? And neither does the Glee Club Top have Blaine. Or Mike. They gotta have Mike no? He is in it for three seasons and no Mike Chang. This is just, preposterous. ARGH! And argh! My period is here. That has no link but it just came out along with my anger of the day. On the bright side, I met up with my homies after about two weeks plus. Meeting up will be so tough now. Really happy to see them today. They discuss about their orientation stories and some were weird but most were funny. We had lunch/dinner and had this tiny photo session in the restaurant after food and it was so fun looking at the waitresses give us the look while we look goofy posing to the camera. It was really golden moments. I don't know, I really look forward to more. I shall draw more to keep myself away from blogshops and the urges to buy things, alone or not. Labels: drawing, f21, fashion, Glee, i'm an artist yes, my gross friends, my period is here, rant, sasha pivovarova Posted Wednesday, February 08, 2012 // 1:50 pm
You say what you mean
 People with DISGUSTINGLY long hair.   I don't even care if they are hair extensions, hair this length is heavy and oh gosh, can you imagine the hours for it to air-dry completely? And the amount of shampoo and conditioners to keep it in good conditions? Argh. I'm quite sick in the stomach already. I think that the maximum for long hair should be like this:  Like, just right about your nipples or something. You can still play with it. Do your fishtail swept to one side or something, you know, keep it simple and natural. Crazy long hair is just not practical and unpleasant. And very gross-thoughts provoking. People who has "no time". Seriously, everybody has 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And unless you honestly fully use up all your time, like sleepwakegetupbrushteethwashuppoopeeeatbreakfastgoforjogreturnbathegotoschoolcomebackbatheeatsleep, there should be no excuse for being late or returning a call or just simply not using that mother fucking flawed excuse. You don't let time tell dictate what you do during the day, you plan it, you go according to plan, if it doesn't work out, you make way for other things. I mean seriously, the schedule above only applies to at most twice a month or so, if you decided some day before that you have no time to study for a test and later decides to plan one day to speed through all your work. Honestly, I don't believe in people saying no time, you do, you just don't wanna commit. You make time for what you want to do, what you wish to do and sometimes, you don't even need to do them. You set time for what you are keen on doing. And next time you wanna blow someone off from a 5 minutes mutual update over the phone or an event that requires a few hours in the evening on a weekend, say that you're not interested anymore. Not that you have "no time". Blogshops that indicates the absolutely wrongest information. I've been pretty active on my blogshop-hopping these days out of complete boredom and some descriptions are simply getting on my nerves. For instance, "Wore once lightly". How in the fucking world do you do that? You sit on your butt lightly? You were going to a place with a lot of light? You are of feather light weight when you put on the garment? Like, what the fuck are you talking about? You worn once, you say worn once out. It's seriously technically and physically impossible to wear something out lightly when the same amount of gravity is acting on you. I mean, seriously? Are you mentally challenged to describe the status of the dress? Saying that you worn it once LIGHTLY don't make me want to buy it anymore than worn once. Make. Fucking. Sense. And also, the quality of the picture of the garment can be so impossible to see. I mean, I can pardon your camera quality, but you can adjust the photo a little to make it more bright and closer to the colour of the garment so it wouldn't be so fucking hard to tell. You are selling something, packaging, visual impact, they all matter. A crappy photo taken from your ancient phone is equivalent to no customer even entering the link you provided. That's about the end of the rant I have for these past few days that was triggered by my oncoming period. Thank you for your time. Labels: rant Posted Sunday, February 05, 2012 // 3:35 pm
Just cause I don't wish they do
 I just really like the feeling of escape for me. I like the humour, I like the fantasy. I go through a lot of shit in life, and yes, I do relate to the female characters of a chick flick movies. I like the fact that I don't have to think during that type of movie and am just required to laugh at the punchline. I love the illusion it gives that every broken girl in the movie can reach her bottom and still rise above eventually. Like some kind of hope is around every single place she lands. She can have a terrible job, and eventually follow her dream. She can have horrible friends/families, and eventually find a guy that appreciates every single fuckery she has and live happily ever after. She can hit rock bottom or lower, and still find hope and not be despair at all. And everything gets better after she has this huge meltdown and confess every wrong that goes on in her life. And the turning point is simple as fuck, it can be a meltdown, or a guy, or a change in attitude, or maybe, just a phone call. Everything is simplified in a movie like that. All problems become no problem in a split second. At the end of the film, not only everything worked out and they live happily ever after, promises are fulfilled and never forgotten. What they plan to do at the very beginning of the film is what they actually do at the very end of the film. These shit don't happen in real life. They don't. If you hit rock bottom, your prince charming won't break into your house in his horse and pick you up. You remain depressed as shit for the next 5 years or so and nobody gives a fuck how broken you are inside. Not only won't there be a love of your life ready to appear, there won't even be a solution to your problem. Or the basic person to tell you to pick yourself up and keep moving. And that guys, is why suicide happens. Cause hope disappears. Everyone is too selfish to care for another. And when you decided to give up on your part on one side, someone dies on the other. May not be literally but you get what I mean. Movies creates these illusions of happy ending because people like to watch such things happening to someone for once. Even if it's fiction, if the acting is quality, just let them buy it for once. And I am one of those people. I like to believe that someone is out there to be the people to pull me up and bring me forward. I like to believe all problems work out till they fully disappear. I like to believe in illusions of happily ever after like how I had when I was four. And I love that fantasy very, very, very much. Everytime I watch a film, I picture myself and hope that the ending could happen. My best friend who had disappeared from my life because of a huge row, we make up eventually. The guy that appears when I am broken and make me feel beautiful, we get married eventually. The dreams I have from the very beginning would eventually come true. Just for once, those cheesy things I see in the movies become real. Maybe just one of the many things. And let me find some closure and comfort in it. Let me not deal with shit for once. I find escape in these movies, and I do find them a whole bunch of lies, I do. But they give me the hope that nobody does. They give me the feeling that it gets better when my friends refuse to pick up my calls or have something else on that is more important that me. Or when no one is in a mood to try to fix me. That's how I deal with my problems and that's how I like them to be dealt with. I don't like speaking to someone about it anymore cause I realise that I just need hope to continue with life. Not faith. Hope. Posted Saturday, April 23, 2011 // 1:03 pm
I wanna bikini  You know how everybody has insecurities. My biggest insecurity is my thighs. They are look so out of place with my body size and shape. It just don't like proportional. Worse part is that I can't pull of jeans, or pants, or jumpsuit, or rather, anything long pants- related. Freaking pear shape.Cause when I wear those, my legs look like some guitar pick or something. Very unsightly. It's so depressing. Either that or I just look short. Regardless of what colour I decided to wear, dark, light, acid, black. All look horrible. My jeans are mainly straight cut, probably cause I bought them when I was P6, straight was what supposed to make you look taller. So I decided maybe I should try something new. Tip: When you try something new, you DON'T buy them, you TRY it in the shops and decide later. So I went out to try some skinnies in Topshop. Something to rejoice about, I don't look short, something to mourn about, I realise my guitar pick legs, and my height remains the same. I look gross. Not puke-gross, just, I don't feel pretty. And I am still so upset over that. It's motherfucking jeans, who can't pull off jeans? It's a basic, it's a staple. But I can't. Because of my thighs. Honestly, I'm mentally debating whether or not to try flare jeans or just give up totally. I can't find the perfect jeans, and it's so tough to find flare jeans too. It's frustrating and upset cause you walk around Singapore, everybody wears it. You can even wear it to wedding dinner or maybe just a wake or something. Just so idiotic. You know what, I want some fucking flare jeans. Labels: body issue, feeling lousy about myself, rant Posted Friday, January 28, 2011 // 8:24 pm
And you're the one who unfriended me?  When you're not a skank, but you act like a skank, people call you a skank. And you can't argue cause your actions have been really skanky from the beginning of Christ. Yet, unfortunately, everybody hates you already. What chu gonna do about that, skank.I feel that there is so many people with incorrigible attitudes living on this planet hoping that they can dominate it one day without doing anything. And complaining about it is like their forte. Otherwise, they try to outshine those who actually work their butt off, only to piss more people off. It's funny to see pathetic people being all trampy trying to gain a little glance of attention. I so often laugh when I think of how lucky I am in this school where news and rumours spread like fire and people label you as, I don't know, anything you remarkable about. I mean, just saying, having so many rumours about so many people makes me more concious of the people work with. And usually I ask around about the people before I start the work. I'm paranoid like that. I don't like it when people tries too hard, and I especially hate it when people tries to change me. So usually when people try to tell me my bad points, my face will be like giving the as-if-you-are-all-perfect-son-of-a-bullshit. And when they are done with my bad points, I will either not even give a shit if you are just insignificant to be, or think about a couple then think about your bad points if you move a tingle in my tummy. Well, I'm sorry, I'm too awesome. You secretly admit it. Labels: i hate people, rant, skank |