It's not about the smile you wear but the way we make out.
Little Miss Pretty Poison & Sinner/Dead Boy.
Prelimsprelimsprelims.
Fuckfuckfuck.
Annoying shit. I hate studying. Can't wait for N's to be overrrrrrr.
English Paper 1: My compo was first-class (Mrs Low). No worries.
Social Studies: Manageable. 5 marks above passing would be fine.
History: Hand cramps, but I'm gonna go far.
F&N: FML. 'Nuff said.
Chemistry: Screwed. Total basketcase.
Chinese oral: WIN. Passage was about some old man, and the convo topic was on being a good commuter on trains. AWESOMENESS.
Been spending loads of time with Darling (it's DARLING, not SAYANG, silly), hence the photos:
For some reason, Darling always carries a hanky 'round.
Ticklish, seriously.
Elfira was nearly killing herself trying not to laugh.
Stat-choo.
Pretty Poison. Dead Boy. Sinner. Madman. Julien Advent. Bad Penny. Suzie Shooter.
The Nightside. "It's always night in the Nightside. It's always three o'clock in the morning, and the dawn never comes. People are always coming and going, drawn by needs that dare not speak their names, searching for pleasures and services unforgivable in the sane, daylight world. You can buy or sell anything in the Nightside, and no-one asks questions. No-one cares."
DON'T SUE ME.
"He called up the Devil, bound it to a pleasant form, then said he wanted to sell his soul. And when the Devil asked Sinner what he wanted in return, the man said, True love. The Devil was somewhat taken aback by this, and apparently remarkedthat True love wasn't really his line of business. But the man insisted, and a deal is a deal, so...The contract was signed in blood, and in return for his immortal soul, the man was promised ten years with the woman of his dreams.
It was worth it, to know True love. And the Devil said, it was a lie. The woman was just a demon, one of mine, a succubus who only pretended to care for you, as she has cared for so many men before you.
It doesn't matter. I loved her, and always will, said the man. The Devil shrugged and took the man away."
Sinner. My man, if only I were Pretty Poison.
Well.
