When i am bored i eat 1000 times more

Somethings are just not quite right these few days.
That includes bad hair days, terrible driving lessons and other whatnots that i don't wish to mention.

These curls are really LIKE angry tentacles. I really wish to cut it OFF ME but i DON'T want to lose even an inch of my Precious. Ah, and people LOVE my hair. So why cut 'em when EVERYBODY else love the way it is -all except me. Pardon me for my own smugness. My hair is my Temple so respect that.

Ok fine, i exaggerated. Driving IS fun. But he made it otherwise. Read mah lips: Driving is TERRIBLY EXCRUCIATINGLY FUN. Except that he insists on NOT teaching MORE things in one lesson (because he want me to come for more lessons so he can suck my pockets DRY) Like. ok. AND STOP COMPARING ME TO YOUR OTHER STUDENTS. I know i'm the prettiest student (so true -because the rest of them are Makciks) so maybe that's why he NEEDS more LESSONS with me. Awesome. Will ask for a sponser soon. Seriously, i really can drive, if you just let me do things on my own pace.

I really am not having the time of my life. But then again, since WHEN did I EVER have A TIME of my life?

I'm gonna tell you how i'm feeling for the past FEW effing months: absolutely WOEBEGONE-BUT-SOMETIMES-HAPPY-BUT-NOT-TOO-OFTEN-DEPRESSED-LIKE FOREVER-AND-ZONKED-WHEN-I-FEEL-LIKE-TO.

It's all school, and home. And forget about clubbing, BBQ's and birthday parties. I'm no where there these few days. I have nada excitement. No meeting friends on fucking sundays. No meeting friends at night becuase "how are you suppose to go home." No use even if i bloody lied to say that i NEED to go the the library because "no one is able to fetch you & it's going to be late."

Remind me again,why do we NEED to love our parents?

It's terribly boring. I can't stand living in JB. Stupid JB. There. I said it. I don't mean to offend my M'sian friends. But it sucks to live across the Causeway.

I just NEED to talk to someone yesterday. I took out my HP, only to realise that there's no one i can really talk to. Someone like a bosom buddy of that sort. Yes, none. And my familia is on the speed dial. I feel so like a 12 year old girl.

For once, i think i might just die without having any friends visiting my Funeral.

I'm so pessimistic. Don't blame me. Blame the heavenly thing called PMS.

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This is 10 times more then what i usually eat for lunch
Horrified?
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[5:40pm]
(....................) *edited*

Kill the paranoia. Kill! KILL!

Thank you Facebook. God Bless You.

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[5:49pm]
It's so gross.
My junior hooked up with my senior (of many many many many manyyyyy years)
Gasp.
And they go mwaks here and there on Facebook walls.
Uh. Sick.
Z DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A FACEBOOK. OMG
I'm going to start one for HIM now.

WUUU~