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Tuesday, March 10, 2009, 1:45:00 AM
got my eyebrow trimmed. got scolded xP haha! because i don't wanna waste money keep on trimming. so, wad i did was to trim on my very own. and till today then i notice i trimmed my eyebrow in the extreme wrong shape. piangs~ then now, my eyebrow looks wierd. im required to stop my itchy fingers from shaving of the parts and let them grow back. aww, won't that be like a bush? LOL!

hmms, seriously nothing else to do online. my fault for sleeping till 5pm today. AHH~!! wad i did the very first thing when i woke up.. use my tears to wash my face? fug.
alamak! cant sleep now. played pet society, watched BOF, advertise my blogshop, facebook games, jamlegend, chat online. all seems busy eh.
where's hippo? probably playing until kihong alr. he got his saints chalet ya. and poor me, all alone.

okays, seriously i need to occupy myself with some meaningful stuff. i don't wanna waste my holiday just like that. i won't. got this belligerent mood right now. ARGH! i can't find any reasons YET to persuade myself the facts. shyt, been so long alr but still my thinkings the same. as always. thinking negative thinking straight. wt heck? fcuked up sometimes. can't even mention in the blog. pissed. why do i mind so much about what others think about me? it sucks! totally. the thing keep on appearing in my mind. floating there, won't go unless im really occupied. and yes, i shld make myself really really busy. i wanna cry. but i promise myself that i won't be. cause someone won't like it. i have to learn i don't want to be a crybaby. and i hate it the way i am now.

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fuck!