hippie emo chick.

hippie emo chick.

one) i really dont care about translating that darn malay shit theory book anymore. two) i am having menstrual cramps. three) i want to watch a movie alone tomorrow. four) i have intentions to cut my hair short; or do bangs. five) i am nervous for results this 19th. six) i want to pass year one safely and move on to year two with no extra packages. seven) i want to be able to have shit-loads of fun at the class chalet. eight) i kind of regret not going for the cruise cause it's an opportunity to widen my narrow social circle and i gave that up. nine) i dont really think i am ready for the theory test which i have yet to schedule. ten) i need another facial and mani-pedi session. eleven) i cant believe my mummy and i can turn a grocery shopping trip into a retail one; we got three pants and 2 tops. twelve) i am generally not in high-spirits lately; i wonder if that's call maturing. thirteen) i honestly feel that i am not in a position to help anybody with anything cause i am needing some much help myself. fourteen) i feel frustrated with myself whenever i think about how i allowed my mum to give baby away with nothing more than just a frown and some silent mumblings. fifteen) i ran an hour on the threadmill just now and i think i prefer just sticking to not eating much then sleeping and watching telly more. sixteen) i was a bitch to a friend who called me from overseas generally cause i am an angst these days and i was angry he hasnt called for so long and i did miss him alittle but i didnt want to tell him that and so it turned to unreasonable frustration. ah, pride gets you nothing. seventeen) when i told another friend about baby's thing just now, i was half expecting him to console me with something like "i will get you another; dont be upset". but the conversation didnt come close and now i am alittle upset; plus he had no previous idea about baby having this situation. that makes me even more upset. (think blog's purpose). ah, expectations. i should learn to have none of those. eighteen) sometimes i wish there'll be this time when i dont have to give to receive. i am sick and tired of giving; been there, done that. so where's my reaping?

i have more of these thoughts brooding bastards. but i thought i should just stop at eighteen.

ta-ta.

xoxo.

i shampoo daily; you can go ahead and plant that kiss in my hair now.