Tuesday, September 01, 2009 ♥
i cant wait to start fasting again.due to red light,im not.damn,i wished it came later.i wanna satisfy my cravings but i just dont have enough time.my period's gonna end soon.damn.
i spent yesternight on a crying jag.it seems ive cried a million lifetime's of tears yesternight.it went on till an hour.i cried from that nights fucked up event,to somewhere back.from losing a bff to fucking up my EC to being wrongfully accused to being chosen second to losing SH.hahh yeahh.still not over SH.can somebody say loser?i think i cleansed myself.hell i even cried listening to paolo.i think i should stop reading books.its giving me ideas that i believe will never happen.
someone said my blog entries are depressing.reson being i only update when im upset.when im ultra happy,i have no mood to blog.bleachhhh. WOE IS ME.I IS WOE.deal with it suckersssssss!!!
i wanna go shopping.but im in no mood.too hot.too far.too lazy.too tired.
i suit being a loner.i went to bugis all by myself to use the national library just to study for econs.alone.beat that you morons who wont go out alone.beat that couples who are so lovey-dovey and wont let go of each others hands only if its urgent that the other party has to go to the toilet.and that too you have to wait outside the ladies.beat that dudessssss!
ahhhhh..exams are overrrr.i think i'll fail PACC.i dont think i'd be on the honour roll.like fun eh if ure on the honour roll?
im tired.really tired.im skipping meals even when im not fasting.im too lazy to eat.ouh and i hid a bottle of coke in my wardrobe.shhh.its all mine.this reminds me,i need to make a stop to famous amos to get my cookie stash.if only cwp has famous amos ehhhhh.
im renting CDs.if only my CD shop rents out friends seasons then i'd be happy.
birthday,please come soon.i wanna celebrate.i want presents.i want cake.i want a surprise birthday party.i want it yesterday.
Hormones must have overriden and took over my mind.i cried recently while reading Readers' Digest.those old copies.its about this lady who lost her husband to 9/11 bombings.and the husband called her on the plane phone to say goodby to her.
' "Hi",he said. "Liusten,there are some bad men on the plane."
"What do you mean?"
"These three Iranian guys took over the plane. They put on these red headbands. They said they had a bomb. I mean, they looked Iranian."
I was crying now, not completely irrational, but on the cusp.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," I said. '
that part,it tore my heart and i cried.damn.i feel for her.imagine the love of your life,knowing he's about to die,called you to say goodbye,leaving you a widow and a three month old baby.wouldn't you feel sad?if i,i rather he not call me.i rather he just leave without saying goodbye.i hate goodbyes.they are vulgar.
why do we cry?and when we cry,why do we feel that cringing of your heart and it hurts and it makes you wanna cry again.and you sniffle and choke on your snot.have you ever looked in the mirror when you cry?i know im an ugly cryer.i hate people who are soo pretty,they cry prettily.
i borrowed a Jennifer Crusie book.i borrowed the first book i read from her.Bet Me.its a romantic comedy that is funny.filled with dry humour.i love dry humour.i think its the best book by Crusie.go!go grab one from the library shelfs.if libraries dont stock up their books,imma do the impossible.imma go to the bookshops and rent those books.damn.
the nearest book shop i know will be at Lot 1.sighhhh.
ok im done.long not?strain your eyes to read.blogging in idk how many days.if you're still craving for my entries,go read my archives.so much to read.okay done.bye.
