Sophisticated love.

To summarise this week; it was fine. There were sucky days, and there were great days, everyone has those days.

Monday, stayed home, met my girlfie for movie.
When in Rome!
It was awesome let me tell you (:
Josh Duhamel is such a cutie, i totally just found out he's married to Fergie!
Fergie is a heck of lucky girl! Haha.
So we went to The Cathay, thinking the movie was premiered there. And Ben agreed with me too.
Cabbed down, 20bux fly off. So we waited, met Ben, and realized we totally went to the wrong place. I totally referred to the right place, yet lots of people corrected me, and we ended up at the wrong place.
So we rushily went down to Cineleisure, Ben blanja-ed cab :D
I'm like in love with Rome, and the fountain of love.

Tuesday; went home during recess, was fucking sick. 39degrees.
I honestly think masks are the cause of my fever continuously rising. It was only 38 in school, i got to the clinic, they told me to put on a mask, and when i went it, my temp rose to 39.
Masks saves other people but kill the damn sick-ees.

Today, still on mc. Head and throat still hurts, kinda seeing stars, but it's okay. I think i'll be going to school tomorrow. For my babeh :D
Finished up my ss essay, everything was okay, until i received a damn message, which broke my fucking heart. It tore me apart, but in moments, i realized maybe i should just let it go, cause i'm sick of wishing miracles would happened when it totally doesn't.
Go, you're free. I'm always the one hoping miracles would happen and all shit, but apparently, i'm not sure if it's god, or cupid or whoever is in charge of love, is just making a fool out of me, twirling me round and round his damn life.
Well, whatever, i don't believe in love, and i won't. I ain't gonna put myself into everything again, maybe till someone who loves me enough to build my faith up again, i'm not gna devote my WHOLE life into it. NOWAI FUXERS.
I'M DONE WITH YOU.
MOVING ON WITH MY DAMN LIFE.



Ciaos.