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Sunday, August 23, 2009, 3:35 PM
And it ain't because of practice and gym. Some dense noob just decided to run on my tight nerves, physically assaulting my frail, fragile self for the past two weeks. If it isn't for our affaire de coeur, I would have shaved that head in patches, and beat the lights out of him. Nut. Some anger management programme he's trying to pull. And some days (no, every bleeding day as a matter of fact), frustration kicks in leaving me exhausted, I feel like breaking glasses. Or more like breaking his head. Pffffffftttt. The Holy Month's here, and I'm expecting myself to lie low for awhile, if only that boy seriously would stop being such an annoying bother, bullying me like I'm some piece of unwanted trash. What in the blinking flip does he think I am? Anyway, 30 days of fast will end pretty soon, and there SHOULDN'T be any news about any damned Nenek Keropok since her piggy-backed Pontianak had went to serve her sentence in Hell for a month. If there ever was I heard.......... ........then you must be a sodding liar. Grandma Rock has went to spend her whole month fasting at Jeddah, I hope she's doing fine, well, and happy with her friends over there. Can't wait for her homecoming during the festive season. Hmm. Speaking of which, I'm left with merely a month before leaving the country for the Pre-Asian Indoor Games. Alright, let's not talk about that. Breaking fast over at Boyfriend's tonight. Hope that irritant wouldn't dig, punch, pinch, bite me again. I swear if it really happened, my teeth would start to sink in. I would, even turn to become a real werewolf. Or maybe a vampire. He is starting to be a pain in my butt nowadays. *rolls eyes* ARE YOU READING THIS? YOU are a pain in my white arse. So stop being such a bully, okay. You really drive me crazy, in a bad way. *folds arms* And to all my religious readers, pardon me for the lack of updates. I am tied-down busy with preparations (NOT for the festive season) next month. Please bear with me. P.S: Be careful of what you ask for. P.P.S: What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. P.P.P.S: He's my secret. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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