03.05.11

Today, was not a good day.

Got my results back, I failed both Chemistry and Biology. I hate my life.
I feel like everything I studied was for no apparent reason, I have a theory that I was born stupid. If that's actually possible, I do not know, but that's how I feel. I can study endlessly and still get really crappy grades. I need to be locked up or smthing. So all I do is study.

Woke up this morning, and some motherbitch decided to hack my facebook account, and OBVIOUSLY they couldnt guess what my facebook password was, but could guess what my email one was so they sent the 'reset password' shit to my email, and changed it, AND in the process decided to change my fucking email password as well. Ohhhh bitch, one day you gon' die a miserable death, man. All the shit you're putting me through just to recover all my accounts. I honestly hope, something horrible happens to your fingers. Or even better, to you entirely.

When I left school, I wasnt feeling well. I had the worlds worst headache and my stomach hurt like crap. Went to 1borneo with david and his friends walked around for a while, then went to get something for david to eat. After that, sent david and tim back to tim's place and I went out to cari makan. Caught up in all that jingbang, somewhere along the lines I started getting dizzy and my breath started becoming irregular, I passed out several times which resulted in my friend ("who can't be named" - ohh i feel some harry potter shiznits going on here) having to take me to SMC, ugh can I mention how much i hate hospitals, and needles, omg needles. So ironic seeing as I want to become a doctor :p

David came to see me :) The first person to come over that isnt "he who can't be named". My boyfriend sayang meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :3

Okay, enough ranting now. Toodles.

4.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.

- He's Just Not That Into You.

:)

this, this right here? this makes me smile.

Fats.

I think I've been called fat more times than i've ever been called fat in my whole entire life, over the last week and a half times. What is it with people and fats? Why is it always such a big deal when we put on weight? People have to grow at some point, either length ways or.. sideways.

I put on 9kg over the holidays, somebody shoot me now. Sometimes I feel like I really dont give a shit about my size. But this time around, I feel like I have this constant nagging in the back of my head telling me that I'm fat.

I have no idea what to do. I like my food. No, 'like' is too much of an understatement, I love my food. But I know I need to cut down.. Is there an alternative to eating food? Something low-fat maybe? Or non-fat.

Never have I ever felt this shitty about myself before. What be the problem peoples.

Must be skinny,

must be skinny.

Must always be skinnier.

Never skinny enough.

f u c k .

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