ok
done
finished.
wle
couldnt you bring your laptop into the toilet or smth
LOL
cannott.
so heavy.
later buey balance
the shit drop out
and happen to fly in mid air
and land on your laptop
wle.
please.
gross.
:,D ENJOY!
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Bernice Ang
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drummer / drama mama
pâtissier wannabe
rocker in the making
bikes and all things related to Harley and Vespa
mini coopers with the brit flag on top
or mini coopers with a convertible top!
Ben sherman
MY man is called DYLAN
horoscopes are bull
I use colorgenics
loves the peace and quiet
but just so happen to be loud and obnoxious
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{Monday, August 03, 2015 @ 11:19 PM}
I was there! The Rolling Stones were Fuxking amazing. They just kept going, Mick Jagger prancing around, playing the guitar and then the harmonica. like whutttt... We sat at nosebleed section "it's so high up, the air is thinner and could cause a nosebleed" -.- hahahah.
we spotted a lil bunny on pat's lawn. aww. so cute and fluffy.
macho nacho platter, requested for mozzarella cheese on one side and cheddar on the other :) pat can finish the whole platter on his own. like woahh...
and then I did smth drastic to my hair. It was just time. Time for a fresh start. Pat says it's mostly for me to get the american hairdressing experience. haha. only cos his friend Tringali was a hairdresser and I could kinda trust him. Pat's mom liked it. and it was sooooo freaking soft. when I asked pat to ask Tringali for the product he used, he went "my sperm" HAHHAHA. idiot.
Last weekend spent in Sterling, NY for the Renaissance festival. omfg it was so fun there!
"We gladly honor the Lady Visa and Master of the Cards" #punny
The Bastard Monks. hahha. they were crazy hilarious. on finding a pretty girl, one guy walked up to pat and I, and then proceeded to try seducing pat. other monk was all "was it his masculine shoulders or his full beard that made you think he was a girl?" "I thought the beard was like a treasure trail!" hahah.
This was our last picture together. My hair was already a mess, lost it's shape after only 4 days. haha. I miss this guy. I miss going out, doing things and holding his leathery hand. I'm making scenarios up in my head, of a life spent together. I hate that my brain just naturally does it, even with me being a commitment-phobe. I miss you.
