lime.
my book of cupcake recipes had a bad tumble down the stairs. i dont like it when my books are 'abused', hence, my bad mood. actually, i really havent a clue why i'm in such a mood. is that okay? being moody and irritable without a good reason? i guess NOT, to some people.
i found out that i have receding gums yesterday. i went to the dentist to have my teeth scaled and polished, and upon seeing my gums, she kinda reprimanded me for brushing too hard. i've suspected that i had the condition, but my orthodontist didnt say anything - he would've told me about it, wouldnt he? - so after having it finally verified by the dentist, i can say that it got me very, very worried. sigh, now everytime i brush my teeth, i cant help but look and inspect my lower front teeth (and their almost visible roots). i then proceed to cringe. i'm not brushing my teeth so harshly anymore, but it's only been a day since i was told not to. hopefully, they'll grow back and i wont have to resort to gingival grafting.
we're having a class party tomorrow, and guess what? i have to bake a cheesecake. =.=
gosh, the girls in my class are obssessed with cheesecake.
i'm not saying that i was forced to bake one, but remember my chronic 'i-can-never-say-NO' disease? yea, that. i've bought the ingredients already anyway, and i get to get back my money from the class treasurer. at least i dont have to bear the costs... i'm thinking of baking some simple cupcakes too, (fore)seeing that there wont be enough CAKE! for everybody. they'd better show some appreciation or a cheesecake is gonna find its place on someone's face.
i hate... words slipping from my mind, but now that i smell durian... I HATE DURIAN. oh gawd, the smell of it wafting all the way up here. it knows how much i loathe it, so i guess it loathes me too because it is trying really hard to suffocate me. well, better luck next time, bozo!
imagining a durian trying to kill me, and calling it a bozo, somehow makes me feel like i've gone mental.
when i'm emo, just let me BE emo.
when i'm 'emo', i'm not emotional. i'm in a bad mood, even bipolar if it pleases you. so call it whatever you want but just know that i've never associated me being like this with this condition called 'emo'.
just learn the difference.
emo = depressed, suicidal, self-injury, peoms galore!
me = destructive, strife, angry, explosive, indifferent, snarls and sneers; for no fucking good reason with zero control whatsoever.
i dont expect anyone to understand though.
i found out that i have receding gums yesterday. i went to the dentist to have my teeth scaled and polished, and upon seeing my gums, she kinda reprimanded me for brushing too hard. i've suspected that i had the condition, but my orthodontist didnt say anything - he would've told me about it, wouldnt he? - so after having it finally verified by the dentist, i can say that it got me very, very worried. sigh, now everytime i brush my teeth, i cant help but look and inspect my lower front teeth (and their almost visible roots). i then proceed to cringe. i'm not brushing my teeth so harshly anymore, but it's only been a day since i was told not to. hopefully, they'll grow back and i wont have to resort to gingival grafting.
we're having a class party tomorrow, and guess what? i have to bake a cheesecake. =.=
gosh, the girls in my class are obssessed with cheesecake.
i'm not saying that i was forced to bake one, but remember my chronic 'i-can-never-say-NO' disease? yea, that. i've bought the ingredients already anyway, and i get to get back my money from the class treasurer. at least i dont have to bear the costs... i'm thinking of baking some simple cupcakes too, (fore)seeing that there wont be enough CAKE! for everybody. they'd better show some appreciation or a cheesecake is gonna find its place on someone's face.
i hate... words slipping from my mind, but now that i smell durian... I HATE DURIAN. oh gawd, the smell of it wafting all the way up here. it knows how much i loathe it, so i guess it loathes me too because it is trying really hard to suffocate me. well, better luck next time, bozo!
imagining a durian trying to kill me, and calling it a bozo, somehow makes me feel like i've gone mental.
when i'm emo, just let me BE emo.
when i'm 'emo', i'm not emotional. i'm in a bad mood, even bipolar if it pleases you. so call it whatever you want but just know that i've never associated me being like this with this condition called 'emo'.
just learn the difference.
emo = depressed, suicidal, self-injury, peoms galore!
me = destructive, strife, angry, explosive, indifferent, snarls and sneers; for no fucking good reason with zero control whatsoever.
i dont expect anyone to understand though.