my leg kicked into something under the table. and i thought it was a dead foot.

i had dinner just now. and i ate chicken curry plus potaoes. fish fillet. beehoon. chicken pie. freshly baked bread. water, no medicine.

i printed out the mcdonald home delivery menu earlier and stared at it while my stomach grumbled.

i walked home in the rain after piano today and almost fell down. my mum is being a SPOILED MOODY brat and we're not talking to each other.

i want to go shopping for a new top, but i spend over a hundred bucks last week. the thing is, i cant remember what i spent my money on.

i finally ran through the whole of chopin's revolutionary etude today during lesson, but there's no sense of accomplishment. my goal is to memorise it by the end of june holidays.

i wrote out a list of things i want accomplished this holidays. i only got to 4. one has to do with piano, one with relationships, one with school, and one personal.

i cant stop the headaches and im starting to drive myself crazy with too much thinking. the pounding is like someone hammering a nail into my head.

i want to sleep. but when i lie down, sleep eludes me. thats why i stay up as late as possible so as not to waste time lying in bed stoning.

have you ever wondered how you'll look splattered on the ground after falling 40stories from a building? i have. and not just once.

i dont think im actually depressed. just currently mood swinging. horrible starts to your day tends to do that to people.

xmen 3: the last stand, was a really good show. angel is hot. wolverine is overrated. kitty is cute. iceman is cool. but they didnt have gambit, which automatically makes the movie sucky.

i cant wait for 6july06. my bestie of 10years is comming back to visit. and its only 38days away. i get hyper whenever we talk about what we're gonna do.

i realise this entry is random. but i dont really care what people think anymore. [or do i? not exactly in the right mind now.]

its two days to vaunt. ive no idea what im gonna wear, where im gonna stay. i feel like getting drunk. i wont mind getting my vodka back from jeremy, and my wine from gareth.

my mum scared me with stories about how yoga is against my religion. and im feeling very paranoid now.

im still pissed with my mum for making me walk home in the rain. *insert strings of curses here*

does anyone want to go out with me tomorrow? i dont feel like staying at home. though i need to get some studying done. have to thrash sham in geog.

i dreamt of him last night. but i thought of someone else when i woke up. i dreamt of a classmate three nights ago, and it was weird. i keep thinking of my ex. which is even weirder because i cant stand his backstabbing guts.

someone just shoot me while i ramble on and on. now im imagining my brain splattered over my table and keyboard and computer screen. its kind of a nice sight. first signs of insanity.

i want to write more.
but i shall end here.

just shout curse it out.
GIVE ME A BREAK.


btw. i feel like bleaching my hair. like what i did last year dec. perhaps on weds.