it's a boy!
urgh.

i am disgruntled with the way i am treated. there were so many sacrifices i had to make because of him and i could never complain. i need him for something more; that is why i need to hang on. but he needs to stop taunting me like that. the pain is too much for me to take.

yes, the period is definitely a boy.
stop bullying us.

piak
piak piak piak
that's the sound of my pimples bursting

i have never seen anything as gross.

have you seen the latest advertisement on the television?! it features a pimple machine which sucks out impurities from your pores. by that, i mean the disgusting white/yellow/beige/BLEAGH coloured dirty pus that oozes out from the insides of your pores if you squeeze hard enough.

OH. MY. SMELLY. SOCKS. GAWWWWWWWD.

i was SO grossed when they did a freaking (another f word would have to be emitted out) demonstration of the pimple machine on a woman. she has a nose FULL OF PUS. my nose bled and my tongue split into two when i saw the scene on tv. i think my eyeballs sank into my bladder and got poisoned there.

the advertisement failed like a dead deer on the seletar highway. i could not even remember the name of the brand; my mind was so revolted i thought i could not live another day. trust me, you have to see the advertisement to understand the extent.

may the good Lord grant us strength for sucky advertisements. or the strength to live another day!!!!! BLEAGH!

darned, gross crap.

interesting experience
maybe not a second time, though.

i watched a movie alone.

i was too bored and feeling too boring to call anybody (i'm pretty sure i'll have people watch with me if i asked) so i did it. the whole experience was great save the tics-buying part. i tried to sound as chirpy as i could but it fell flat like a prata.

the cashier, with her judgemental eyes (or so i feel), asked some questions which i was pretty sure was discriminatory of my lonesome self. why did she have to ask me if i was buying the 2.10pm show when it was 2.08pm when i bought it? she could be thinking that i was buying tickets for a LATER show because i have to wait for my friends (who might be late); which is not the case! it was an extremely lone-ist question and i have half a mind to lodge a complaint.

or maybe i was thinking a tad too much.
or maybe not!

she made me choose a seat! why would she do that?! was that on purpose to show me the lonesome seat amidst all the group seating arrangements? she should have known i would love the middle, slightly top but not too top, at least 3 seats away from the next person seat! SHE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!

i was forged in such unforgiving gazes of those people.

or maybe, i am just going a little berserk from the heat.