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Monday, October 26, 2009
Died.
A teacher told me today that my blog was very popular in Lodge and they they always spam my blog =.=

Been such a failure lately. Everything is so screwed up. I found my dress, and am going as playboy bunny.

I flunked my exams really really badly, I superglued my phone horribly, and I am literally dying from lack of money.

Depressed sounding? Well, I am. Tonight I have a mooting dinner with some Menteri who will re-give us the prizes. Normally I like dinners but this one must wear uniform.

I am such a psychotic bitch lately. Either I snap people's heads off or go into uncontrollable bouts of anger or just get moody and loser emo. It's PMS. You see, I get PMS like 2 weeks before my period. I only have 1 week every month where I am pain-free, and PMS-free. I hate PMS.

Have been crying buckets lately. I'm sure all my teachers especially Cikgu Lesmy are freaked out by my tears.


Went out last night.

And the night before to Bing's. Here to know.

Tata wish me luck to face my humiliation of failing miserably.

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