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Monday, September 3, 2007
2:46 PM
Im waking up at funny hours nowadays. I woke up at 5 am and obviously not a single soul would entertain me at such hours. The only person who doesnt sleep have funny sleeping time is Kwan Shian but he's not online either. I miss our crazy late night drives to kl, and him banging my neighbours dustbin. I miss the times when we would go all the way to KL to eat your stupid Osyter fried egg. I miss you throwing your temper when weihoe and I was supposed to go somewhere together and you were totally not happy about it. I have to come over to your house, tell your mom you merajuk and knock on your door for ages till you open. I miss my pookie!

I was making so much noise about buying my stuff the other day that I wanted it on the night itself. Obviously the stubborn me would want it straight away and when Sam called I told him I want to buy it there and then. He's been dealing with my stubborn-ess all the time so all he said was "People gonna close already. Buy tomorrow ok?. And you sure you want it? You sure You sure?". Then obviously by the time I finish whining for it, what shop also close already. I also dont know why I listen to him.

But I love how he is always right and I'm always wrong. It feels damn good because I know he knows me the best. He know when I'm pretending to be alright by the tone of my voice. I love how he sayang me so much that he would tell me the occasion 'i love you'. And the best thing is, even when no one seems understands me, I will always go to him, cry and whine about it and he neveer judge me (he's a saint!!). But I drove him nuts the other day. Sohweeee :)

So I wanted Big Apple donuts the other day. Almond donut totally rock. I was craving for donuts for so long until.. until.. I ate 6 on Sunday which of course makes me feel like a pig (not that im not). I told Sam I was bloated and he ask me to drink more water. So since he is always right and Im always wrong, I listen to him and drink alot of water so that my donuts will digest and ended up feeling even more bloated (but after a while I guess it helps?). So thats it, no more donuts for this month week! I've been such a pig lately that I've been pigging out on fast food.

Anyway....,

You know how when people tend to get all emotional towards random stuff that goes on inside their little head and they will neglect everyones feeling for their own. Of course its alright to show your feelings but ruining others mood because you're not in a good one seems rather selfish.

Just because people didnt fucking cry their hearts out and pour all their feelings doesnt mean that that person doesnt fucking feel a thing. There ARE people in worst situation, in worst condition and stuff that would make small things you're fretting on seems like a pea on whale's vagina. Sure Im not in your shoes so I wouldnt know how bad you feel but hey I know it isnt nice.

Im super phobia with this already.

I think if you were to hang out with my friends, you'll probably feel like hell because everyone speaks their mind about things. But now thanks to you, I totally found a living example of people I doesnt want to waste my time on.

Just want to be thankful that Im deeply blessed, highly favoured by God. Its great to have a bunch of people that love you. I feel loved :). Anyway to those of you reading this, have a cup of good juju from me to kickstart your day!!! :)

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