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Thursday, December 27, 2007

It's been 9 hours since I have consumed food. I've been working my tail off from the time I got home till 8pm. Fucking tired. Oh well. My mother's clearing and tidying up the clothes in me and my sister's cupboard. There's helluva clothes piled onto both beds. Too many clothes. Not good. Sigh.

Honestly! We've been on it since yesterday. And I only had 2 hours of sleep last night. The beds were cleared by 4am (me and sis shared my bed, awful night, grr), and I only fell asleep at 6. Woke up at freaking 8 by all the freaking alarms I set, took 2 buses to tuition, came back home, and immediately went out again. Accompanied sis to KC, get her fugly high collared blouse which I honestly taught would be okay. Subsequently went to PP, and out of the blue bought 2 books which striked interest in me, "The nerd who loved me" and "I'm no mood for love".

Bought an orange handphone pouch which magnetic zipper. Ultra cool, not because of the colour ORANGE but the magnets. Yeah.

AND I REACHED HOME, SHOWERED AND HELPED MOTHER CLEAR UP THE BLOODY MESS OF CLOTHES.

Keep getting scolded by her. GOD KNOWS WHY.
Help also kena scolding, never help also kena scolding.

MENOPAUSE-HAPPENING?
Hell YEAH.

Even Mother agrees. DUH.

She has it what.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I need to eat. Bye.
Tension releasing, I love blogging.

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