Living In A Big Fat Lie

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lies

don't look up just let them think

there's no place else you'd rather be in now

you can't turn back

because this road is all you'll ever have

plugin&play Music saves our souls The tunes of the lies that you tell sing happily.
Living in a big fat lie. IS YOU.	Sunday, March 22, 2009, 9:13 AM Holiday Bungalow at Pasir Ris It was Wednesday (check-in), Thursday, and Friday (check-out). Wednesday. During the day, nothing special. We just hang out as a family. Mom and I made jemput2 for tea. Kak Dilah came!! +) Missed her. Night was what i was looking for. At around 12, 1 am, Khairil, Rudy, Amirul and I hang out at the bench outside. I camwhored, with Amirul. Amirul is damn photogenic for a guy. And I look like a total shithead. And while I was taking pics, I didn't notice that AMEER was looking. And was so.totally.paisey. Then after a while, we went into the bungalow. Luqmaan and Ameer were also not asleep yet. Ameer was studying, and we just started talking. Luqmaan joined us, and in the end, we were eating maggi and telling ghost stories to each other. Our aunties and uncle come and go, and we cracked so much jokes that I had stitches. Butt crack, steam kodok. It was one of the memorable bungalow get-together that will stay in my mind for a while. In the end, we went to slp at around 4. Thursday. During the day, we karaoke-d till like what, dusk? I had a great time duet-ing with Kak Dilah. Abg Faiz also joined us, a member of the family that we hadn't met in quite a long time. I kinda missed him. He wore Shrek's ears, and had a flower tucked on his ears. My bro was wearing a ghost mask, and he became a ghost ROCKER. I guess karaoke was the time of the day that everyone had a fun time, and even laughing at each other. Night time, was the barbecue. But before that, everyone performed the prayers, and had a small prayer gathering before we had our food. There was nearly everything that you can think of- satay, otak2, coleslaw, tuna sandwich (made by yours truly), sausages, fish, squid, black pepper chicken... After the food we had games!! After everything ended, barbecue, games and all, it was time for everyone to go to slp. Everyone, but, as usual, the teenagers (well, Ameer and Luqmaan went to slp).There was Khairil, Amirul, Ammar, Aziz, and me. Then Ammar and I cooked coz we were kinda hungry. It was fun!! +) Then they went to slp, except Ammar and I. First we played cards (stupid forfeits!!) till dawn. Then we went to the beach, sit at the waterbreaker/breakwater and you know what!! SUNRISE!!! What a nice view of the sunrise! And to tell you honestly, the first sunrise that I have ever since in my entire life +) Well, so we went back to the bungalow at around 8am, which means that we didnt sleep for the whole night. It was already friday, check-out was at 9, and the moment we reached the bungalow we went to bathe, and pack everything there is to pack. And. I slept in the MRT all the way from Pasir Ris to Jurong East MRT, with some head-banging included. A memorable family experience.		thedeceptionist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. Yes, its ME I'm sick. Crazy biatch, aka Kookai. Cried first on 25th January 1989 and has been crying since then. oh well. Still struggling with the fact that she has reached 20 and is (slowly but surely) transforming into a lady +) I have always been the pessimist, the giver, and no amount of talking can bring up my ~~confidence~~. But now I'm standing tall, and not letting anything get in my way. Here I am. I finally found ME		partnersincrime //Ameer //Apekyano //Arif //Effa //Eyra //EzaDD //Herleen //Nadd //Rosewood //Shakinah //Suhailah //Van Rudyzz backtoyesterday + QUOTE + ERK + Introduction wheni'mgone + March 2009 + April 2009 + May 2009 + June 2009 takeabow An accidentality production Inspiration from DancingSheep & BONBON:D		theventingmachine <a href="http://www5.shoutmix.com/?kookybaby">View shoutbox</a> ShoutMix chat widget