Thursday, September 29, 2005 || Pfft.
- I hereby declare that Thursday, the 29th of September was a friggin' weird day.
I think I'm sort of PMS-ing today. :/ Had a pretty good sleep .... TOTALLY weird dreams that I don't even want to recall ... and pretty much a weird day.
First of, I wasn't even in a good mood at all, and my dearest friend, who shall remain anonymous, decided to play The Spawn of the Devil and tempt me. *wails* I, Eliza, am usually the Queen of Cursing, but lately, I've actually decided to mellow it down a bit and believe it or not, I succeeded.
For only two days.
Friend: Oi. You really didn't curse for two days already?
Me: Yah. Is that so hard to believe? Ish ...
Friend: Wah. No wonder you got fatter. You know, no tension release ... can get gemuk wan. Tsk tsk.. see now what happened?
Me: I didn't get fatter .............
Friend: Yes you DID! Aiyoh, later no guys want, how? Dahlah your taste so weird and all ...
Me: WHAT WEIRD?
Friend: Aiya. You know lar. Anyway, like I've always said, fat girls attract a lot of weird guys. Really.
Me: Don't tempt me ........ *tries to smile*
Friend: Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat ...... *chants*
Me: Screw you, you donkey *censored*.
......... *hides in a corner* Sigh, I allowed the spawn of satan to tempt me. I'm so bad. I deserve to die. I should hang myself. I even spent the rest of the day cursing. *wipes teardrop*
And when my friends and I were walking home, we passed a garage, and there were a few la la guys who hollered at us. (I'm presuming it to be Cal, since she's the sexiest.) And guess what.
I looked at them, didn't notice the stone in front of my shoe, and I tripped. I fell on Cal, who lost her balance and the both of us yelped out loud.
........
My friends gaped at us. Cally was yelping in pain. The guys were having a laugh fest. And I was blushing furiously and almost gave them The Finger. But thankfully, some unknown force in me pulled me to my senses and I only glared at them and walked off with my crushed dignity.
SO EMBARRASSING.
And because I was basically snorting, grunting and cursing the whole day, Jaclyn came home with me, because she was worried about me. (Actually, she just wanted to visit my pasar malam.) And because she kept stuffing her face and singing dumb Westlife songs, I kicked her crotch. In the middle of the crowd in Pasar Malam.
Everybody stared at me. :( And Jaclyn screamed and pointed her fingers at me, as though I molested her. Oh God. Why are my friends and I so thick-faced, and why do we seem to attract embarrassment wherever we go? SIGH.
I swear, I'm in such a bad mood. Perhaps I'm PMS-ing, though I doubt it. I felt like shit throughout the whole day. I was so emo, I even wrote a song.
I think that I'm thinking too much lately. I mean ... I've always been a problem-magnet, but as of late, my life has been somewhat peaceful, and I was thriving in the peace. :( But well ... things are happening again. My feelings are getting complicated again. It's times like these, when I wish that I was a simple and happy-go-lucky person. *sniff*
And on another note, my pra-SPM examinations are coming up. *groans* Why the hell do they have to torture us this way? Goddammit, I hate exams. Sorry ar, I really need to curse today, or I'd go cuckoo. I cannot even freaking get some peace at home ... I mean, I've always lacked privacy, as my house is pretty damn small and everything, but ever since my Uncle moved in (he got transferred to KL, and he was too lazy to rent a place of his own), I've been getting nil privacy. Everybody keeps staring over my shoulders, no matter what I do. I can't even write in peace, without having stupid questions thrown at me. By God, I can't even play my organ in peace.
My only source of solitude is my room. :(
Of course, most of the time, I have friends over, as some of them do not have internet connection, and they use my comp to chat and whatnot ... And I don't even know if it's a good or a bad thing anymore. I think I should take a break from my blog, the online world, and my friends. Just for awhile. I mean ... I love them and all, but I think I should start spending some quality time with myself, and figure out once and for all what path I should pursue, and where do I belong.
I'm a fucking camwhore.
Sorry for the cussing, Lizzy's in a pretty bad mood. :( And yes, i'm fat. My God, I even look slutty. Now, have you ever seen a fat girl look slutty? Gah. Oh well, since my reputation has been going down the drains, since I turned myself over to the "bad side", some two years ago, I guess I really do have nothing to lose, do I? :( *blows nose*
My flu is killing me. I can't stop sneezing. And I think that if this keeps up, my bogey will be all over the comp screen. O_o Oww, I'm gross.
My black and white baby.
Later, fellow angels. (For if you actually read my blog, and are willing to put up with my nonsense, you definitely MUST be an angel. :) )
Edit: I'll get down to Binnie's tag as soon as I can! And if I manage to dig up my old pictures, I'll scan 'em up and let you guys have a laugh fest. =)
My flu is killing me. I can't stop sneezing. And I think that if this keeps up, my bogey will be all over the comp screen. O_o Oww, I'm gross.
My black and white baby.
This is my second boyfriend ... My baby dearest ~ For its sweet tunes actually help keep me sane. My third boyfriend's my phone, while my fourth is my camera ... (Okay, too many boyfriends lar.)
Hmm, don't have a first boyfriend though. Anybody wants to take up that slot? LOL. I'm a pimp.
Hmm, don't have a first boyfriend though. Anybody wants to take up that slot? LOL. I'm a pimp.
Later, fellow angels. (For if you actually read my blog, and are willing to put up with my nonsense, you definitely MUST be an angel. :) )
Edit: I'll get down to Binnie's tag as soon as I can! And if I manage to dig up my old pictures, I'll scan 'em up and let you guys have a laugh fest. =)
