» Thursday, June 17, 2004
so angry. my mother is soooooooooooo paranoid. bloody shit. i called her just now hoping that she'll be happy to hear my voice after 3 damn days. and she shld be happy too cos tmr's the chalet and everything. but no. said i had to go find a top for my costume today and she got angry. started questioning about why i didn't find it on tuesday. well apparently i couldn't find the right top ladeeee! ugh. then nvm, she goes on about how i shld go home and study. sickening la! i won't be surprised if she went to ransack my whole damn room, read every single thing that's about my personal life (there goes my diary), check how much hw i've already done. god knows what else. irritating.
and you know what, thank god i stayed back for the grad nite video filming. cos i actually intended to go home. can imagine how i would have gone deaf listening to her nag like there's no bloody tmr. to think that i actually missed home while staying over here at my cousin's house. arghhhhhhh. hate this shit. and see how all this adds to my unhappiness about my birthday?! i just wanna go somewhere and scream now. and no one would stop me.
» Tuesday, June 15, 2004
jill i don't see any change in my blog! -raises an eyebrow-
anyway, went shopping today. wanted to get a bikini but i didn't in the end. and i ponteng-ed tuition! mahaha. but ya. so we walked and walked and walked and walked. damn tired now. gonna faint. boom.
hello hello.
i love Jill, my bestest best friend.
you know why...
cos she's doing my blog for me now..
yup.
peace*
» Sunday, June 13, 2004
it's 1158. i shld be sleeping. there's hist and ss tutorials tmr. oh god. 4hours. plus cca from 1-4 followed by some talk by ms wu at 415. followed by ballet from 445-645 and tap from 7-8. i think tmr's just gonna suck. if the first 4hours weren't as such, i think it would be better. but no, that woman just has to get us for 4hours. 4 damn friggin hours. like what the hell is she gonna make us do anyway?! sheesh.
cca won't be bad. that i'm sure of. hey ya. gotta finish the dance by then. and then...ballet. oh god. my dad only knows how to grumble. he keeps complaining, saying i shld stop. well go ahead then. go talk to my teacher! but no, he chooses to ask my mother, who has firmly told me that daddy will do the talking. we'll see. and if they want me to stop, they better get it done fast. cos ms sharon's gonna be starting to piece the dance for the EOY concert. hmm. one thing's for sure, she's gonna be pretty mad at me. oh well.
spoke to nicole today. both of us neeeeeeeeeed to talk to each other badly. there's so much to talk about. about this person, that person, this thing, that thing. man. see how exams ruin my life? i don't get to go out with my bestest bestest bestest best pal in the whole wide world. grrr. nvm there's cca tmr. =)
