Gosh*

I am tired.
But i’m going to Zouk anyway i don’t care YAY

Party party party party party party…. *babbles to self*

It’s funny how small things can fucking irritate you sometimes. Like how someone pushes you when they’re arguing jokingly with you. I hate it when i’m arguing with someone and they freaking touch me. Makes me feel like shoving them into a huge longkang and snigger superiorly. Or when someone pulls my ponytail. I don’t mind close friends doing it, but when someone does it out of spite cos you blared them (ie not lending someone something cos i honestly can’t). It’s so childish. I feel like whacking them and go FUCK OFF. But usually they’re smart to have bounded off by then.

If you can see. I’m writing this while feeling pissed about it today. Bwek*
Oh yes. I decided not to always write what i do from now on, ie where i eat, who i met up with la di da.

It’s too annoying when people say to me things like
“Oh i thought you said you not going out, how come i read you were at blablalba”
“Hey! you’re going to blablabla, can i come too!?”
“You said you’re busy but i see you always go out wan…”

Gosh. Go aWAY man…
I think i’m bitching alot today. Must be pms. Hyper pms anyhoo.

Oh gosh gotta run gotta run party

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