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go back in time?

Click, read, awe.

go waaaaay back in time?

Waiting

Stamped: 6:36 PM

And waiting.

And waiting for my mum to get back from buying the carbonara sauce. (Or at least, I hope so.) I have no mengaji today, ha ha. And. To make things worse. My mum didn't pick me up to go dentist appointment :( I overslept and couldn't go to tuition some more.

...

Yeesh.

Well, I want new colourful brace implants later (implants? Lmfaobbqwtf) in the form of the color purple and pink kot... You never know... It can burn your eyes off.

Like.

The latest Bleach chapter (320). Go read it. Charlotte makes for some laughs and some puking. I'm fucking serious when I say it'll burn. Your. Eyes. Except avid Bleach fans. I know some of you already know what to expect from our very own Tite Kubo (for those of you who don't know, this is the author/artist of Bleach).

Wanna see something? Of course you do.

Warning: SPOILERS AND ALSO IT MENJOLOK MATA PLAK TU (A.K.A. IT'LL BURN. BURN BADLY LIKE SHITASS.)

I warned you guys o_o


Page Nineteen of the 320.

Yes. Revel in the sexiness (BLEGH) that is Charlotte. Did I say he was a girl? He's a guy. He has long, flowing wavy hair. He has eyeliner. He has a fucking tutu for an Arrancar released form outfit (Sailor Moon, anyone?) AND HE'S FUCKING UGLY XD And he's fighing Yumichika. Figure that. Their fight's like... 'You're Fugly! No, You're Fugly! And, who're you calling Fugly!'

Fucking shit. Aizen must've warped this guy's brain.

Actually, I do think he's pretty nice looking. (AHAHAHAHA)

In other news, if mum doesn't come back fast with the carbonara, I'm so dead for tomorrow. And I didn't invite any of my friends outside school because... I don't have any friends outside school. It's not sad; I don't have social networking accounts and this is the first Malaysian school I've been to in years. The years before that were in Singapore. :( I miss that place. So all my friends are like... In one big neighbourhood. It's sorta scary.

But, you know, I wish I had people outside who are mega-fucking-cool. I have my cousins, but they have werk. :(

Btw, my printer needs to get the toner changed. I was trying to print out some artwork from Togainu no Chi... Then it died. In the middle, anyway. it's like, half-printed. You can see the whites.

Why am I printing? I wanted to practice. I guess it's not meant to be today. Alas.

Signing out, will talk later.

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