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Saturday, 2 May 2009 @ 00:20
I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me.

Hello.

I'm feeling shitty as hell. I think I haven't been very nice as a person for a while. I don't know. Well actually I do, but like. Urgh I don't know, I'm so muddled up.

Today there was some drama in my family, but I went out with Khairin, one of the very few primary school friends I've been keeping in touch with and a super cool best friend, and that helped a lot. We're both little rebels in our own rights, but the one major rebellion we both share: the two of us dropped out of Madrasah after PSLE.
We kinda love the freedom that decision has granted us.

Anyway, we went scouting around Jurong today. We walked around two different shopping malls, both of which were pretty boring. We were looking for neoprint shops but we didn't come across any, surprisingly enough. I've always thought those cute little shops were mandatory in every cool shopping centre. We talked about boys a lot of the time. Apparently Khairin's had quite a bit of fun after getting out of our all-girls, super religious Alma mater(hehehe don't kill me!). My stories are pathetic lah seriously, but whateverrr.

Oh and I pierced my ear too. It was a second hole to my right earlobe and it hurt, although not as much as I expected it to. Perhaps it's only like, 5 on a scale of 1 to 10 where 1 is the least painful and 10 is the most. Plus it only cost me $5.50 with a bottle of some alcohol spray thingy to prevent infections. Nice.

We took the train together afterwards, but I ditched her at Paya Lebar to meet my mom, her idiot of a boyfriend and my brudder. Shit happened. I will not elaborate, but seriously, shit happened. I got struck in the head for it.

Sulked all the way home, but back in Jurong on 334 I sat beside this hot Chinese dude. Heehee. He got off at the same bus stop too! And his smile when he said sorry cos I was sitting by the aisle and he wanted to alight... urgh. K nvm I am so loser. But you know, he looked strangely familiar. He looked like that super cute somebody I spotted at NPAP. Oooh. Hah, but that somebody was actually a CI or cadet inspector. Old. Kay whatevs.

Bye.