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Tuesday, September 22, 2009 @ 11:05 PM
i just need to say:

I.......................
HATE..............
MATHS...........

i strongly dislike (note: not hate, but bordering hate) this period.
the joyous festivities is having a less than appealing (note: not negative, but bordering negative) impact on me.
socially, psychologically, emotionally and financially.

firstly, i hate being broke. i really really really really really hate. being broke.

secondly, FOR THE LAST TIME, STOP asking me how and where my father is.

thirdly, i hate cleaning the house. i will never ever help clean the house. never again.

fourthly, stupid hormones! why don't you just get it over and done with it already?! i hate the tiny, but multiple, pimples on my face.

fifthly, you numbskull of a jackass!! YOU CAN STUFF YOUR FUCKING NTU BUSINESS DEGREE UP YOUR FUCKING ARROGANT FUCKED UP A-HOLE!!!! BECAUSE I DON'T NEED YOU TO SHOVE YOUR QUALIFICATION IN MY FACE.

and lastly, to you, i'm sorry. i really am. i feel like shit.

i really really really really feel like crappy shit at the mo.
so, Ms Eswary, please be a kind and gentle soul tomorrow, and cut me some slack.