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Saturday, March 14, 2009
Drunk then make out.

Absolut Vodka Pictures, Images and Photos

Good morning, earthlings! Today is Saturday! And guess what I'll be doing, I'll be staying at home. Boring, I know. I miss the Saturdays when my babygirls and I would drink our favourite booze. I miss drinking and I'm craving for Absolut Vodka. Yes, the one above. I remembered the last time I drank this vodka, I was drunk and made out with a friend of a friend. -.- And I ditched Farah for him. What a bitch I was! I went home around 3plus in the morning and the next day, I suffered from the worst hangover ever. I was really embarrassed about the make out part and fortunately til this day, I never see that friend of a friend again. If I do, I swear I'm gonna run away and hide. Paiseh siolz. But I really miss those times, the times I would get drunk and do random stuff. God, I feel like drinking now. I know I've promise myself to quit. But it's harder than it seems. Okay I'm hungry now and I think I'm gonna bake some pancakes. But first, I shall go and shower first. I'll be back later for more update, maybe.

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I have a fucked up life. And I'm done with listening to people whining about their fucked up lives. Hey, I've yet to straighten out my life. And now I have to listen you people whine then help you straighten out your life. I know I sound heartless. But maybe I'm done with being nice(?) Seriously I'm sick of listening you whining about how fucked up life is. HEY I HAVE MY OWN LIFE! I am not referring to anybody. But if you think it's you, then better start doing some reflection on your own. Maybe you can solve your problems on your own and stop depending on people to help you do it. I thought you're way mature than me. There's a thing call DIY, Do It Yourself.

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I feel like getting on the Singapore Flyer. But wait, is it back operating? Cause the last time I heard, it was stuck or something. And that was months ago, right? I guess now it's operating again. Anyways I feel like karaoke-ing. And for the million and one times, STOP ASKING ME OUT! I am sick. God, stop being so irritating. Yes, these days I get very angry and irritated easily. Tomorrow family gathering at Costa Sands Resort. -.- And I have to attend it by hook or crook. I'm only looking forward to it cause Ameera's gonna be there. I miss this cousin of mine truckloads! But I won't be doing any activities such as swimming. I think I'll be staying at the chalet, hearing my aunts gossiping. -.- And I won't invite anyone to my private blog. PERIOD! Now is not the time for people to read it. It's very personal and it won't be private if I invite alot of people. So please stop bugging me. And my internet's acting like a bitch again. I feel like migrating to Pulau Ubin or Pulau Semakau. I bet life's better there all alone. No one to disturb and irritate me.

Oh and now great. My babygirls thinks I don't wanna be friends with them anymore. Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

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Currently listening to Seribu Tahun by Imran Ajmain. -.- Why am I listening to love ballads? MUST STOP LISTENING TO LOVE BALLADS. MUST! I cannot let love take control again. Must stray away from love. MUST MUST MUST! I just realised this is the fourth time I'm updating my blog. -.- Bored uhhhhh.

And I miss that someone. OKAY NO! I cannot miss that someone. CANNOT! Must hate boys. Boys = heartbreaks. Okay I think I'm done here.