Manicure/Pedicure to pamper myself considering the traumatic event I went through last night. My brother kept wailing and startled me a couple of times. Took me almost 4 freaking hours.

His calls always make my day and this afternoon he rung me. Everything seems nicer after that.

I’m itching to go out now. Waiting for someone to call me but I reckon he’s going to blow me off.

Mom’s away. Dad’s on a power trip. *Yawns*

I’m menstruating and it sucks.

I’m hungry.

I couldn’t get up and go to class. My tummy felt like imploding. I hate missing his classes because he’s such a wonderful lecturer.

I got conned into purchasing those RedTonez telephony cards. Apparently it works for all mobile service providers and the credits last for 1.5 years. I thought it would be hell cool not to upload credits in my life ever again, whats more being bullied by mega shithead Maxis. Sure enough I got registered and FORTUNATELY, I only bought RM10. It turned out that those credits are not added to Maxis credits. Hence, if Maxis credits were finished, I still have to buy them in order to keep my number active. That’s bummer number one. Secondly, the fuck of it….I have to misscall a certain number, wait for it to call me back, and then punch the numbers that I want to call to. Which loosely translates into loads of time wasted and a fucking awesome memory.

Can’t believe I got conned.

I’m broke as usual, but the condition has spiralled out of control. I desperately need a job. I’m available from Friday to Sunday and willing to work within PJ and KL. I’m a competent worker and you won’t go wrong hiring me. I can do anything from mundane admin work to selling smile in a skimpy dress. All I need is a good/fair pay and I will sell my soul for you.

Email me at [email protected]

My tummy is hurting like a bitch since this morning. Having flatulance problem is not attractive at all.

I’m seriously broke. Seriously. I need to find a job soon.

But 1st I need to lose weight. There’s a blood donating campaign at college and I got weighted. Not good. NOT GOOD.

Dad’s friend’s daughter is getting married tomorrow. And I’m fat. %$#@*&

By the way, they didn’t want me because my iron level was too low. She gave me some folic acid and some magnesium (I think) tablets. I wonder whether this is a permanent condition or just because I did not take breakfast.

I feel so helpless without a car. So I’m just staying in. Damn mechanic is slow. Hopefully getting the car tomorrow.

I had a weird dream during a cat’s nap. I dreamt that the damn mechanic installed some wings like thingy onto both sides of my cars. And he painted like dozens of eagles on the wings. Very weird. And very fugly.

I overslept and missed class.

I sent my car to the bugger’s mechanic. Thank you for Jayna and her chum for giving me a ride back home.

I had bak kut teh for dinner. And last night’s dinner. And the night before that.

I found that gold jewelleries are good for me from a fengshui website. Splendid.

I met my brother’s girlfriend while paying tuition fees. Sweet, unnassuming girl. I like her. My brother is smitten.

My hormones are raging. I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long. I will continue my celibacy. Props to Kim for not succumbing to the Ex or him.

My room is a mess, again.

I am contemplating solitary college life.

It was a mighty fine day until this stupid bugger banged my car. Amongst the first words he blurted out was “I own a karaoke joint in Pandan Indah”. What the fuck? My baby, kemek on the left passenger’s door.

It’s fated. I was deliberating between going to meet my ex in my awful college garb or head home to doll up. This vainpot of course chose the latter. I mean, c’mon, you definitely can’t be seen wearing discoloured shirt, capris and selipar by your ex, can you? Now who could have imagined that opportunity cost of being a duller is an untouched car? The irony :(

So yeah, I met the Ex. I’m officially out of love. But I do genuinely care for him and I believe he does too. The funny thing was he had never been as nice as he was today during our 2 year relationship. He talked a lot about the what-ifs and I’d be lying to say I wasn’t feeling a little sorry, for myself and him. All in all, I’m glad we finally found the courage to meet up, after 1.5 years. Kim, welcome to a new friendship.

I’m broke. Anyone feeling charitable or sorry for my barren account is welcomed to e-mail me at [email protected] for my account numbers. I’m begging you. I’m really begging you.

I washed my car. I even sprayed my favourite mist in it.

I mopped all the floors at home - living hall, kitchen, dining hall, 4 bedrooms and the staircase.

I had almost 500 revolutions of hula hooping.

500 rev, got to use rattan!

I washed my bathroom.

I took a long shower, no skin left unscrubbed by my trusted loofah. Not even my face, ouch.

Post-scrubbing, glowing? No?

Almost made the stupidest mistake of my life. Okay, there were worse mistakes, but this one would definitely have me crying till my eyes go blind. Just in time, phew. There will be no more negative thoughts, no more doubts, no more suspicions. SNAGs are probably impotent anyway. So Kim, appreciate what you have!

Had chicken ham sandwich and yogurt drink for breakfast. While on the way home, couldn’t help but tarpao curry laksa. Fried pork skin, cockels, yongtaufu and wantanmee in piping hot curry gravy. Guilty pleasure.

My room is a mess. Clothes strewn all over the floor. I can’t figure out which one I have worn and not. Worse comes to worst, I’ll dump everything into the washing machine. And brace myself for a week’s worth of nagging.