Korang, I miss korang so much.

I read Tasha's extremely lengthy post and I feel like extending my arms to the computer then and there to hug it. She said it beautifully. She fused the good and bad times so well that it is unlike the rather exaggerated tribute. Heartfelt and so so so moving.

Ifan is constantly singing Akon's Smack That. Besides the very offending lyrics, any song sung by that pervertic man is definitely not an appropriate song to be hummed by a nine year-old.

Oh so random.

I can't seem to connect my thoughts.
Oh god I suck so bad.

Life's just a big mess for me.
My MSN just got busted.
Work's piling in.
The office is so awfully lonely I fall asleep during work.
I've not seen my girlfriends in eons.
I just don't know what to do with my stupid life.
I keep sensing the need for a change without actually ever making a real change.
My prepaid is LOW.
GIRLFRIENDS, COME ONLINE.
MY MSN IS BUSTED. HATE IT HATE IT.


I feel so stupid.
My ideas don't connect.

I just want to go out and have fun.
SCHOOL PLEASE START. I HATE WORKING.

Okay, so my pay sucks, I'm working 8 hours on weekdays and a few more hours on Saturdays.
I just want to quit.
But then again, I hardly get scolded, the office is always empty. I get to do pretty much whatever I want, however I want to.

SO QUIT COMPLAINING LAH U INGRATE!
If I was a third person reading my blog, I'd seriously write a letter to Blogger to have this blogger (ME!!) removed from the blogosphere.
Then my rebound book would be titled "Back to Blogging", alongside Christina Aguilera's Back to Basics.

GOD! HOW SO EXAGGERATED AND SO SELF-ABSORBED.

I'm going INSANE.

TOMORROW IS THE POSTING RESULTS FOR PAE.
PRAY PRAY PRAY THAT SHAZ AND I BOTH GET TO THE SAME JC.
PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY THAT WE EVER GET INTO JC AT ALL.

GOD I HATE MYSELF.

The KL/GENTING trip was, OKAY.
Just OKAY.
(I'm being a very spoilt girl who is not grateful for everything and just anything in her life. Just playing the part.)

HER Eh, why aren't you eating?
YT Many people think I'm completely Ana. Might as well act like I am. It's sad to be this skinny and not be Ana. Like, a fashion statement you know.

I want to kill myself, but I don't want to die. How do we sort that out?
I'M BLABBING.
OH GOD.

KORANG! LOOK AT THE STATE OF YOUR DEAREST BFF. SHE HAS GONE MAD>. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST GO PAY HER A VISIT.