Tagged.

I got tagged by m!ss s!mple, but I find it weird because (1) its quite feminishy, (2) feels as though it doesn't relate to me and (3) I'm the only guy that kena 'stabbed'. Anyway, wth lah, here goes nothing... You know I don't tag others, so if you feel like doing it, just do it.


INSTRUCTION :
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italicize the statements that you WISH are true.

Leave the fibs alone. (what's fibs?)
Then, stab 0 people to do the same test.

Lets begin.

I’m 170cm tall. (taller!)
I don’t know what I want at the moment.
I’m not happy. (being so far away)
I hate my friends.
I hate my life.
I hate my grades. (I don't have to anymore)
He drives. (uhrm... who is he?)
I’m bored of driving. (in KL)
I have a white handbag. (uhrm...)
I love dancing.
I go clubbing every week.
Shopping is bullshit. (hell yeah!)
I have a tattoo of a star.
I got my navel pierced.
I have friends that take drugs.
90% of my friends smoke.
I think I’m going to die before my friends that smoke.
The last time was..erm..last night? (ds lah, what you thinking)
I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.
I’m studying Fashion
I have a business running.
I hate cartoons.
I hate someone.
I have 10 Guess handbags. (uhrm..., again)
I buy CLEO every month. (okay, this is getting really weird)
My parents doesn’t know about my blog.
I have an iPod.
I don’t have faith in the current “one”. (I have faith in the Chosen One)
My college mates colleagues knows about my blog. (not!)
I wanted to be a fashion designer.
I love rock emo bands.
I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.
I’m a rebel.
I’m starting to like wearing dresses. (cheryl, wtf!)
I don’t believe in love.
High school was filled with drama.
My parents have faith in me.
I’ve bought shoes this month.
A blogger bitched about me before.
I hate sports.
I heart Italian food.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate nail polish.
The mother bear gives me hugs. (from Goldilocks ah?)
People would start appreciating me.
High school was the worst time of my life.
I have red hair.
One Utama is my second home. (Singapore is, hahahas)
I miss hanging out with the bloggers.
I’m a guy. (duh?)
I’m scared of my Biology exam which I’m going to face tomorrow. (Bio is the best!)
I hate vacations.
We’ll last.
I believe in long distance relationships.
I’m going to get high and smoke week in US. (but I am not going there)
I’ve robbed an old lady.
Host a talk show.
That Guess watch. (for her)
I’m starting to like applying make-up. (hhhmmm...)
I was a tomboy. (I was A BOY, now a man)
At times I think I still am a tomboy. (MAN!)
I love bitching about people behind their backs.
I still have a best friend.
I have a cat.
I hate surprise parties.
I hate planning parties.
I’m hot.
I’m a sinner.
I’ve got a DS Lite.
I have a Wii.
I can live without music. (are you crazy?)
Video games are a waste of time. (you are crazy)
I miss the father bear. (from Goldilocks, again?)
I love being in love.
I know how to cook.
I have 100% freedom.
Boys are assholes.
I miss Pn Hamidah. (Who exactly is Puan Hamidah?)
I hate Math.
I’m happy with what I have. (but I still want more)
I love horror films.
I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.
My old friends keep in touch with me.
I don’t read newspapers.
The news is such a waste of time.
Blogging is a waste of time. (I shall pretend I never read this)
I hate animals.
I can’t live without make-up.
I curse like a pirate. (way better)
I’m happy with my 11 year old car. (I'll have to wait another 9 years for that)
I hate people that are smart.
I love Orange juice.
I can’t drink for nuts.
I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.
I’ve got a new phone.
I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.
I love swimming.
I haven’t worked out since March.
I think I’m fat.
I love my friends and family.