Apparently I Gotta Get My Life In Order.

So it's been a few days since my last post which probably means I should blog again. Tchah! New sound effect. I'm not sure what it's for but it's kinda FUNKEH!

I went to KL today to see my mom, and it was nice! She got me this huge pink bag for my sewing machine (did I mention she got me a sewing machine for my birthday? The only smiley appropriate for the occasion is the Aidan-favoured -.-) that I had to carry around. Over lunch I told her how complicated and confusing human relations were and pondered if I should head back into my shell instead of climbing up the Taylor's social charts.

I have a confession to make - I'm listening to Avril Lavigne. I know, it's terrible, but today I feel about 15 years old so, yeah.

Oh! I got this cute pink organizer yesterday, too bad all I've got written down in it are Monday: Lunch with mam and Wednesday: Lunch with papa and Friday: Dinner with gramparents. It's strange because I am NOT a family-oriented person, it just so happens I'm seeing family members this week. Hold on. That's right. In the cab on the way home I scribbled down Bitch Acheivement: Sneered at ridiculously-dressed guard. ♥ ♥ That's right, he was telling me not to drink in the bookshop, which is retarded as I wasn't drinking, and there WAS no drink in my juice cup ANYWAYS. I was carrying around an EMPTY juice cup because I had FINISHED drinking said juice EARLIER, IN the bookstore. So TAKE THAT pompous but freakishly-dressed guard in feathery headwear!

So hey, apparently Yasmin is undergoing yet another boy-related meltdown. I wish I could help her grieve by throwing his old pair of boxers she's keeping into the trash and throwing nasi lemak on that to make sure she doesn't try to salvage it later, and then making her bed for her and lending her some bras, but I don't actually know what's wrong. My condolences anyway, Marc-y. I would say Marcy but you know, that's not very fabulous.

Anyways, this is my current Facebook profile picture. It's me being emo back in 2007. I know it says 2005, but that was before I remembered it was actually 2007. Jeez, chill people.



Extracts from my silver organiser back in 2008:

April 23, Friday: Verdict: Don't pick up chinks.

June 1, Sunday: *Boob's fencing majiggy!* X
*Tree planting thingy* 1pm-4pm X
- Nando's burger meal, 2 samosas, 1 apple. 1 cigarette.
He was special to me but then again "special" is just another word for "retarded".

Back page: Plastic surgery! Cos you're ugly and you know it.

PS: Checked my results last night online, I think the portal was malfunctioning cos all it said was Photography, and then a huge block of space, and an 0 in the middle. Instead of going fuck I'm kinda smiling and amused at my own retardation. Who fails PHOTOGRAPHY?! This can't be right, I actually submitted work this time.