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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
allowed entry at 6:56 pm

Honestly, I haven't been feeling myself lately. Mood swings here and there. It's getting on my fucking nerves, these mood swings.
I think I'm running away from reality.
Cocky, cheesy, whatever you may call it.
This will probably explain why I don't talk much, or the way I used to before.
But fuck, aaahhhh I don't know how to describe it.
My room has never seemed so peaceful and tranquil, as much as I'd hate to admit it.
LOSER is spelled all over my forehead right now, omfuck.


The thing that made me smile the most today was the satisfaction of seeing Farah happy.
I really hope you'd see how happy he'd make you.
Trust me on this =)

Farrr: When's raya?
Mum: 1st October. Is Faisal coming back for raya?
Farrr: Nope. He's gonna wait for his results, then he'll come back.
Mum: Oh. When's the results?
Farrr: January. Next year. *inserts sad face haha*
Mum: HUH?!
Yes mum.
HUH?! is the exact word for it.

She didn't fuck me upside down for the overseas call the other day, though the cost went up to 50 bucks.
But then again, she understands =D
hah, now I love my mum.
Mums. Are. So. Confusing.
They're equivalent to math.
When you grasp the concept, you'll learn to love it.
When you don't get the answer, you wish it had never existed.


I want a new haversack. And a new pair of shoes.
I can forget about getting my A100K. I don't think I can ever get my hands on them. Fucking dipshit. Why do you have to be so expensive?




I miss your green hair.
But imy more. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck >=[