MY BL*G-by Ryan Su





Hey there, this is RYAN on another of his rants!!! Hellooo...16 < xy < 17. Person of immense emotional substance and maturity. However, lacks much in self discipline and control. Rather rash. Singaporean by birth, but not choice. a/j. HAPPILY ATTACHED to my boi!!! (I would like to first of all thank god, my parents....for my happiness and...) Impulsively adoptive and protective especially towards poor and small things like children and animals. FASHION SLAVE. Loves buying things (mostly useless, if not clothes...or plants) for self and others. Lives in a nice big house with a savage garden with his favourite heliconias and bromeliads and no radioactive stuff to send out radiation except a recently upgraded handphone. Recurring bitchiness can be suppressed by friendship, drugs, emotional blackmail and bribery. Effectively quadrilingual, english, chinese, french and foul language. Indulges in shopping, and acting in a way demeaning to his intelligence...ie. dumb. Hates homophobes bigtime. Eeee... He aspires to work with plants, in the advertising/fashion industry or in flight attending when he grows up. Me is most weird. By the way, I love making fwens!!!

   

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Hot flashes, mood swings, hormonal imbalance.

EMERGENCY! I think I'm turning into Aileen Wournos.



Boy does my mood swing...and i mean swing...Just now I was Miss Independent. Now I've Miss Taken and guess that I'm falling over all fours crying for the fact that I'm still an uneligible singleton. Is there no mercy in this world? I think my moods are controlled by the moon or something. Then I'll be sort of a lunatic but oh well...I think I'm some sort of witch anyway...

I long for a day where I trod on land with someone I love. it just seems so perfect and complete. Sigh. I'm only looking for love. Nothing more. Why is it so hard? Why? I envy people like my doc. He's friendly, kind, hardworking, rich, drop dead gorgeous and partnered. Arghhh...

I don't quite get why I'm discontented. My birth-mother says that I've pms, which she claims is horrible to experience and offers me evening primrose oil capsules. No thank you. I don't like...er...bleed and stuff. I'm just out of love. That's all. Now, get myself together! I've got my hard as nails, tough bitch and straight talking attitude to upkeep. Bitching off and going to sleep...Hmphh...

Posted at 11:31 pm by sujatabhatt
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