Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Junior. PMS.

In quite a bad mood now. I railed at Darryl wen he called mi to ask how's am i.. Arghx. Body aches all over.. My head's spinning.. & thr's a ga-zillion ppl messagin mi on MSN.

Swallowed 2 panadol pills. Have da' urge to take 2 more. Cuz da' fucking pill ain't workin!

Fuckanelli. Jen called mi juz now to ask am i going Zouk tml.

Jen: "Jun so whr u going tml nite?"
Jun: "Not sure.. Blackx or Zouk lo.."
Jen: "R u still tt skinny?"
Jun: "Ya.. 48kg now.."
Jen: "I don wanna pole dance u know?"

I "kup" da' phone immediately. I cant tolerate ppl making fun of my weight.

IF U ARE A GAL.. & U'RE FAT-CONCIOUS.. TOO BAD..

CUZ I JUZ HAPPEN TO HAVE DA' PERFECT FIGURE U ALWAYS WANTED BUT COULD NEVER HAVE.


Soo shuddup and eat ur Extrim pills u bloody bitch. I don wanna be seen groovin bout' a fat pig anyway.

Too angry to blog. Off to bed. Hope my fever subsides.. Or my clubbing plans will be cancelled.. Screw it!

Lesson learnt: I ain't no Mr Nice guy wen i deal with critics.



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