1)Someone has to split herself into half
There's a lot to say
Why you messed up
I was watching How I Met Your Mother the other day and Barney was pestering Ted to be his wingman. Similarly, girls (The Hot Chick) have their same version - only it's called The Best Friend. The Best Friend's job is tedious.
She makes sure of The Hot Chick's sanity, gives out moral advises however twisted they are, is The Hot Chick's crying shoulder, keeps her darkest secrets etc. Of course, The Best Friends falls into 2 category: 1) good, demure, sweet, kind or 2) bitchy plus psycho. Look wise, she might be anything: hot, normal, blah.
The Hot Chick's impression of you depends heavily on what The Best Friend tells her. She is the deciding factor whether your relationship makes or breaks. One small 'Him? Total jerk.' during gossip sessions and you're done. FOREVER. So, the lesson is suck it up to her best friend. It's a Golden Rule.
I've always been a best friend.
So, be nice to me, dammit :)
Rolls eyes
Eclipse pulak. My eyes are rolling out. Maybe the whole thing hasn't hit me yet. Next thing you'll know, I'l take photos with promotional posters and scream when one of them whip their shirt off. :) You'll never know.
I have the classic case of 'I have nothing to wear' that seems to plagued teenagers world wide. AH help me. wtfomg. whatever. I better go choose now. Later I end up as the worst dressed of all time. Kthxbai.
Eclipse
OMG OMG OMG,did you guys watch eclipse's latest trailer?
Dilemma
If you have been following me on twitter, you would know that I was faced with a dilemma. My mother (not friend, not cousin) actually forced me to make a blog. My own blog while keeping this one too. I'm gonna have my hands full this time :x To be honest, I'm tired to be in between blogs all the time.
If you want to read about the ups and downs of exam, go here. gogogogo :) Relink and refollow. Thanks.
I'm gonna pretend that I did not see that post below and sniggered loudly. ohhhaahaahhaahahah. Sorry. winks.
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"I'm not going to tell you anything anymore," he threatened as he got into the car behind me. I gasped with utter horror and began pleading.
"Please please please, don't be mad please." I tugged his shirt sleeve while pouted my lower lip pitifully. He just laid his head back against seat and ignored me. I huffed and begged again, more agressive than the last.
At last, he pulled back his sleeve irritated. "I'm not mad." He finally relented and a smile lit up my face. "You're not?" Yay.
I let him sleep for approximately 2 seconds before interrupting his peaceful slumber. His mum had practically pleaded me to improve his marks. Letting the topic skillfully directed towards his best friend, I started. "You know, our chinese teacher said that your best friend scored pretty well this time."
"Hmm, really? Oh damn." He swore harshly, leaving me suprised. I honestly thought he would be disinterested. Upon looking the look on my face, he explained. "He beat me in bowling." Oh so it's a competitive thing. Boys are such fickle creatures.
"I can help you." I silently offered. His mum would be so thankful. It was his turn to look suprised. "You?" "Yeah. Why not? " If he wanted to say about my short temper, he kept it to himself. "Hey. Fireflies." He referred to the song playing on the radio.
"Do you know how to sing that song?" He challenged. Few lines and he began to sing along together with me. Then he looked away. "I need help in Chinese, Chinese Geo, Chinese History." The song continued to play with me singing along softly.
"Sure thing." I would help you. That's are what friends for after all, isn't it?















