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Cut the crap!
Monday, September 14, 2009, 7:14 PM
Shit me, shit my life. fml.

Guess what my HP no is the first prize on 4D just yesterday. Oh fuck it, if my parents bought it I'd be fucking rich.

P.S. I got a syndrome dubbed " Tricia syndrome"

Insomnia last night. Spoke to Andy over the phone. Woke up and ironed my skirt until the its more neat than usual. Insomnia because I was FREAKING OUT about my life.

School as usual. Oops, late again! You know, that article about facebooking we read during english lesson. Oh great! I have something to admit I stalked ______ for 2days. I suppose you guys know if you have read the article.

Cabbed to E-Hub for The Proposal. Was like alright, not bad... Literally giggled my ass off with yao yao for a few minutes continuously after Tricia made a noise trying to suck up the pearls. Hahahaha. I swear I saw people with irritated looks on their face.

WhiteSands then took bus to HgMall. Had a long chat with Tricia. We could talk about how fucked up life can get, about the hottest stuffs in town, talk about almost anything. :) Almost being able to relate. I'm lucky to have such a great friend.

Bought my contact lense solution. FMLFMLFMLFML. I swear I have never felt this awkward for such a long time. I could literally stab myself to death. Man!!!!!!! I texted Tricia. Of all people....of all time. But well, I guess I had to face this someday what!

Well, good. I suppose we've moved on. But i swear still, because of what I said earlier on, there was this moment of unusual awkwardness. It's him yes. Stop guessing, you know, you geddit'. Don't geddit, forget it. Don't bother understanding it.

My cousin's over to Singapore next monday. That gayshit who cheated on my cousin last time's gonna pay by paying for my shopping sprees. Whoo! Hope so.

Fretting over my future. I swear I'm not gonna throw a tantrum again when I get a new job. I'm a spoilt brat, no one forces me to do anything. Ok, stop it yunhui. I need $ to shop. I need to get a hang of myself.

Study plzzzzzzzzz, my mind's like a whirling pool. FML. cut the laziness crap man. My mind's telling me one and another. "Nvm, enjoy your life" "You must feel obliged to study, it's your responsibilty, your mom spent so much effort and $ on you"

OH SHUDDUP!