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Saturday, February 21, 2009

I've got no freakin' mood right now. I don't wish to talk to anyone. That's it, fullstop.

Boyfy will be back this evening, and I still do not know whether I'm able to meet him today. Mum's been nagging the whole day and I've no bloody mood to listen. And add to the noise of the construction just infront of my windows really brings my mood down to the maximum. That's one of the disadvantages living on the second floor. Sheesh.

I hate life when it comes to this. I just feel so.... frustrated. I don't wish people telling me what to do. And you know what? Mum started blaming the elder one in the siblings when the younger one was at fault. It's not bloody fair, you see. My younger sister had always been picking a fight on me almost everyday. She's trying to find my fault and started complaining to Mum. What the hell are you trying to do little sister? You're so bloody annoying. Just get out of my sight. I hate you at the moment.

Life has been pretty pathetic. All I do now is wake up, bath, eat, switch on the computer, watching tv programmes, waiting calls or messages from Boyfy, sms Mama, update my blog, playing lil' bro's PSP and sleep. Give me suggestion, people. What am I suppose to do? Don't ask me to get a job, I tried to, but no companies called me, I don't know if they even read my resume. Shitass. Oh yes, there is. The Creative Talent called me alot of times to come for an interview to become a model, but nope, not interested at all. And trust me, Boyfy will scream his head off. So better not. So stop calling my phone when I told you I'm not interested. It's pretty annoying.

Alright, my post is pretty long already. I shall stop for now. Goodbye readers!

Ps: I hope I can meet you up later. Pretty please. :(





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