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    Date: Sunday, March 23, 2008
    Time: 8:09 PM
so what if you hate me?

    [disclaimer : in case you already didnt realise, i have so very kindly posted up in almost every single one of my blog posts that i dont give a shit what you think about me. if my blog posts reflect on my badly then so be it. These words are what i feel and whatever i write is totally dependent on the mood i am currently in. nevertheless, i shall neither deny nor confirm any or every thing i write here]

    this post will start off as a lyric post [opening]

    Song : Good Luck [Basement Jaxx ft Lisa Kekaula]
    Tell me tell me is life just a playground
    Think you're the real deal honey
    And someone'll always look after you

    But wake up baby
    You're so totally deluded
    You'll end up old and lonely
    If you don't get a bullet in your head

    Good luck good luck
    Good luck in your new bed
    Enjoy your nightmares honey
    When your're resting your head

    You sold me sold me
    Sold me down the river now
    Hope you're feeling happy now
    Now you'll always have a sneer in your smile

    But wake up baby
    You're so totally deluded
    You'll end up old and lonely
    If you don't get a bullet in your head

    Good luck good luck
    Good luck in your new bed
    Enjoy your nightmares honey
    When you're resting your head

    And I'm glad so glad that I'm done with you
    No more crying crying leaving me so black and blue
    You backed me up against the wall but I stand tall
    Don't give a damn no more

    Oh baby bye bye
    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies
    Without you

    Good good luck
    In your new bed
    Enjoy your nightmares when your resting your head
    Good good luck
    In your new bed
    Enjoy your nightmares

    Good luck good luck
    Good luck in your new bed
    Enjoy your nightmares honey
    When you're resting your head
    give it a listen if you are free, catchy song, the kind that gets stuck in your head for a long while

    daily reflection post [rising action]

    sundays are always a bore..unless, well, you are one of those people who seem to have so much free time on their hands to go out socializing/taking part in useful activities. but Queenie mostly spends her Sundays trying to get a good shot of her semi-permanent tattoo with her hopeless digital camera which desperately needs to be replaced. Or you might be Queenie's alter ego and go for a less self-absorbed activity such as replaying Kate Voegele's album over and over again to the point that you are virtually sick of even looking at it [nope, still not there]. Or Queenie's social-able side might actually do some actual socializing with actual people on an actual telephone eg. talking indirectly to zd's mum/telling wy repeatedly to stay away from that girl before his mind gets totally corrupted and he falls into the deep hole of fake friendships and self-indulging backstabbers [hey, at least i'm TRYING to bloody hell save him, okay?] And the very rarely active part of Queenie will try on her new black [thats right, i said black] ballet shoes that Kiki so kindly presented as a birthday present with intentions of actually trying to get Queenie off her lazy ass and partake in some actual sport [which leaves you thinking, is ballet really a 'sport'?] anyways, the intentions were good but didnt work out because god knows i'm nowhere skinny enough to do ballet. The shoes look nice though =D

    bitchfest [climax]

    as i was saying, was getting wy to stay away from that girl because i feel that she is a horribly bad influence on him and she has no business whatsoever communicating with her [tell me i dont sound like an overprotective stepmum, please] and, yes, i DO feel i am right in asking him to stay away because what do you think talking to a she-man [thats right, shes a SHE-MAN !!!!] would do to his troubled mind/self esteem? okay, find, exaggerating a teeny bit here, but still. plus talking to wy on the phone earned me 2 bucks =D

    Queenie's source of income :
    Allowance [per month] : RM100
    Random collectings , spare change, money left behind, etc. [per month] : roughly RM10 or so
    Wei Yuen : RM10+ [dependent on wy]

    so you must think that it is weird that i am getting money from wy, but the fact is, he and i had a deal that whenever he says *insert that word here* he owes me one buck =D and at one point he owed me 10 bucks xD

    Quotes [because i f-ing feel like it] [falling action]

    Jeff Foxworthy : So what would you do with $100 000?
    Guy on game show : Well....first i would go scuba diving in the Great Reef
    Jeff Foxworthy : [to a 10 year old] what would YOU do with $100 000?
    10 year old : Well...first i would use it to get my mum a car because i know she really need one...then I'd donate the rest to charity
    [whole crowd goes 'awwwwww']
    Jeff Foxworthy : [to another 10 year old] and what would YOU do with $100 000?
    other 10 year old : well, i'd probably give it to charity or something
    Jeff Foxworthy : feeling better now, *guy's name*?

    -Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader


    shows how self indulgent older people are, but heck, i'm not complaining, i mean, i probably wouldnt give it to charity =P

    [conclusion/ending]
    and thus concludes another memorable Queenie blog post =D seriously, i can compile everything i've written into a book =D


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