THE NUMBER ONE HONGSTER.
Thursday, 17 June 2010 // 19:38
Mood: Blur
Music: Wedding Dress - Tae Yang
I'm listening to a song most of the boys like.
I cried yesterday night. 'Cause I remembered some stuffs that I should forget. But it can't be erased from my memories, obviously. And obviously, I do know that
you (it's not a girl) don't read my blog anymore. But
if you really still read, here's what I have to say.
I don't like you at first. I'm curious of how you look like. But when I went into Facebook to stalk for you. I saw your picture. You're hot. I like you. And the 'like you' part, its just infatuation. I never ever knew, some guy would actually like me- a nerd, ugly, pimple-face, hyper, crazy girl. But you did. Well, it was, the past, obviously. It's weird. You asked me to be the 'her' in your life. My first thought was, "ARE YOU REALLY MY PRINCE CHARMING?" That was the freaking first one. That was why my reaction was so big. I ran around the bookshop (which is where you said it). Because I couldn't believe it was real.
Then I started liking you.
Hah. But, once you said, "Can we break up?" I hate love.
Seriously, you're an asshole. You're just using me. Like seriously, using me. As a tool, to make you feel loved again. Because you're hurt from love. Oh well, now you're not hurt anymore. As you're dumped by the girl at your previous relationship, now you wanna try dumping a girl instead. So you could feel the excitement of it. But you hurt me.
I know, the next few weeks, I will see you following another girl at some shopping centers. And I know, because I know. Oh yeah, you taught me that line.
You big fxcking hongster.
You have more than 10 ex-girlfriends. Meaning, once you dump one, you find another one in audition and then you meet her up, then you get the pleasure of love, then after some weeks, you start to play DotA again, you leave her alone.
Awwww. What a playboy.
_l_
If you want to know who it is.
It's obvious.
Because he already had a 'hong' in his name.
Go to my facebook.
Search for 'hong' in my friends.
Or maybe, you read my blog.
You confirm know who he is.
Labels: FUCKYOU, him, rants
THE NUMBER ONE HONGSTER.
Thursday, 17 June 2010 // 19:38
Mood: Blur
Music: Wedding Dress - Tae Yang
I'm listening to a song most of the boys like.
I cried yesterday night. 'Cause I remembered some stuffs that I should forget. But it can't be erased from my memories, obviously. And obviously, I do know that
you (it's not a girl) don't read my blog anymore. But
if you really still read, here's what I have to say.
I don't like you at first. I'm curious of how you look like. But when I went into Facebook to stalk for you. I saw your picture. You're hot. I like you. And the 'like you' part, its just infatuation. I never ever knew, some guy would actually like me- a nerd, ugly, pimple-face, hyper, crazy girl. But you did. Well, it was, the past, obviously. It's weird. You asked me to be the 'her' in your life. My first thought was, "ARE YOU REALLY MY PRINCE CHARMING?" That was the freaking first one. That was why my reaction was so big. I ran around the bookshop (which is where you said it). Because I couldn't believe it was real.
Then I started liking you.
Hah. But, once you said, "Can we break up?" I hate love.
Seriously, you're an asshole. You're just using me. Like seriously, using me. As a tool, to make you feel loved again. Because you're hurt from love. Oh well, now you're not hurt anymore. As you're dumped by the girl at your previous relationship, now you wanna try dumping a girl instead. So you could feel the excitement of it. But you hurt me.
I know, the next few weeks, I will see you following another girl at some shopping centers. And I know, because I know. Oh yeah, you taught me that line.
You big fxcking hongster.
You have more than 10 ex-girlfriends. Meaning, once you dump one, you find another one in audition and then you meet her up, then you get the pleasure of love, then after some weeks, you start to play DotA again, you leave her alone.
Awwww. What a playboy.
_l_
If you want to know who it is.
It's obvious.
Because he already had a 'hong' in his name.
Go to my facebook.
Search for 'hong' in my friends.
Or maybe, you read my blog.
You confirm know who he is.
Labels: FUCKYOU, him, rants
