it's just another manic sunday

On most occasions, I don’t care about what people think about me, unless it comes straight to my face. But, when Dude says it, it really means something. And Dude is my lil’ bro, whom I have become more and more fond of, and run to every time I need to confide. No, I won’t tell you what he said, not even a clue of it. Suffice for me and him to know. But it just got me thinking- about a lot of things.

I think I’ve overstressed myself these past few days. I’ve had bundles of things to do at work, and I’m actually quite tired. I just got back from Melaka, and I wish everyone would just stop complaining and whining and Aarghh. I just wish everyone would shut up for a while, and let me think. I wish everyone would just leave me alone and stop looking at me like I’m not allowed to have a bad bay. Kchik, I need you bad! Balikla cepat.. huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa =’(

And btw, I got a cheap, fast and professional haircut on Saturday. Never in my life have I been to a saloon, sat there, didn’t say much, no sample, no magazine, and got the haircut I wanted. Loving it, yea! But I still need Kchik!! I’m grounded from the home phone. Argh! Too much phone hormones last month, so no more this month coz I don’t want to get into trouble before my results come out. I gotto chow. Wanna go pasar malam and buy cendol, hehe. Tata people. I love you all.

hahah, nothing better to do

me and mirrmirr

total vainness, cheh!

dude and me