February 2011
You know what? Fuck it.
I’mma put a smile on my face and move on.
I really wish to be a billionaire.
I just wish I can help my parents with everything.
KIDS NEVER WIN
chulaladinosaur:
emyextasy:
If I sleep to much, my parents complain.
If I don’t get enough sleep, my parents complain.
If I eat too much, my parents complain.
If I don’t eat enough, my parents complain.
If I’m always in my room, my parents complain.
If I go out too much, my parents complain.
I CAN’T FUCKING WIN.
AHEM MOM
Of course he went for her.
thecrazyfilipino:
She’s everything I’m not and more. I don’t really know if that’s a good thing. It’s just that, looking back, I can’t believe I wasted so much time on you. I knew you would find someone better. But why her? She’s so easy.
Girl: Wanna hear a joke? Guy: Sure Girl: Pussy. ...
fuck-yeah-tumblrs-best-posts:
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HHAHAHAHAHA.
I fucking love food. I don't give a fuck about...
phaaaan-tastic:
-fuckthisimgoingtohogwarts:
LOL
January 2011
A Great Day:
woke up around 7 A.M.
ate dumplings for breakfast,
off to help Michelle at her shop,
walked to lion’s to help her sister,
Michelle bought me TK noodle & thai tea,
got money, & watched people fire firecrackers,
mom picked me up & went home,
showered,
went to go pick up CHANCE<3
not going to finish homework,
tumblr & facebook!
for me, that’s a great...
At school:
thehalfbloodprince-:
Monday:
Tuesday:
Wednesday:
Thursday:
Friday:
jenniphoox:
lianaphaam:
REBLOG if you agree…
In the morning when you look for something to wear…
Your wardrobe in your eyes:
Reality (for your parents):
LOLOL. All the time.
I miss you.
So much.. ):
Good morning.
It’s raining like crazy outside.
Yeah, you know what?
I really like those frilly, plain, cute dresses with SHOES. Vans, especially. It’s just so cute!
I want someone who could put up with,
dangronniepunani:
My mood swings.
My temper.
My loudness.
My corniness.
My weird personality.
My Weird faces.
Me wanting to snuggle on a cold night.
Late night calls.
Me trying to learn how to play basketball.
Me rolling on the floor cause I can’t find anything productive to do.
My craziness.
My outgoing and loving nature.
My flirtatious self.
ect.
Dear Mom and Dad,
yoursilencekillsme:
I’m sorry. I am not the child you expected me to be. I’m sorry for being so lazy and not helping around the house. You work so hard to give me everything I want, and all you guys ask for is some help and yet I still don’t do anything. I try so hard in school just to make you guys proud. You guys say “good job.” or “I’m so proud of you.” but I don’t feel that you are. Sigh. ...
reblog if your mom is beautiful and the strongest...
Why do you always ruin my night?
I know how to take care of myself. It’s my body. I know my limit. Sigh.
Sadies is coming up, so..will you go..
MAKE ME A SANDWICH?
hahhaha, <3QUYNHPHAN.
The true meaning of "Just a Dream"
frozen-glitter:
Nelly’s sister died of leukemia in 2005. Since then, he hasn’t been writing songs. Then, his sister came in a dream. She told him to write a song to sooth him. Listen to the song. The lyrics have so much more meaning now…
“I was thinking ‘bout her, thinking about me
Thinking about us, what we gonna be,
open my eyes, and it’s only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that...
Your parents' expectations of school
caryrulesyourworld:
They expect you to be walking to school like:
but in reality you’re like:
they expect you to be in class like:
but in reality you’re like:
they expect you before an exam to be all like:
but in reality you’re like:
they expect to react to your exam mark like:
but in reality they’ll be like:
jaytriisome:
</3
Whenever I try to take a picture of myself:
simpletruthandcircumstance:
expectation:
reality:
If you love your dad, repost this. One boy didn't...
Why would he notice a girl like me? I know he won’t. I expected too much.
