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Hi, I'm NISH.
twiiisted twenteen
The Havoc Queen.
either your angel or your devil.
&no, im not born to please you.

I know where i stand
Tuesday, August 31, 2010 @ 5:10 PM


It was Econs lecture today. She is from Vietnam, woah her accent v strong siaa. Anws, after school we had this welcome lunch. lil bonding session with the coursemates. After that Suria was supposed to meet me, but he overslept. So i told him to get ready& i'll come over. When i came over, he was still sleeping. Apparently he forget what he txt me. He assumed he told me he dint wna meet me, when he did not. fuck sia, totally waste my time coming all the way down after school. &the worst thing i saw his friends coming from the other blk. fuck. so i just got up& left. (i dun like his friends becos they are bad influence) &my bf did nth abt it. niiiiiiiiice. so fucking fed up with everything. seriously FML.