i feel SO SO SO SO SO SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW. BLOOD-BOILINGLY FURIOUS. EAR-STEAMINGLY ENRAGED. FIST-SHAKINGLY FEROCIOUS WITH MADDENING FURY. because for the whole of today, and its already 9pm, I HAVE NOT CUT SO MUCH AS A SINGLE BUSINESS DEAL. i.e. constipation. no, it most certainly is not a pleasant feeling. and that is why right now, 3 hours after dinner, i still feel bloated and fucking fat. actually, i always feel fucking fat, but TODAY i feel ESPECIALLY fat because of my temporary inability to defacate. im sorry if this grosses you out, but guess what? IT'S MY BLOG, SO I DONT GIVE A DAMN. my tummy feels really uncomfortable. i feel like punching the daylights out of it! or connecting it to the vacuum cleaner and sucking the hell out of it. oh god it feels so big and round. is this the start of a beer belly?! its full of fat. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. last night was really cool. i went out with my cousin ailin :) we wanted to watch a movie but who knew all the shows at cathay and PS would suck, so we ate ya kun (no, not the man himself) and walked and talked. and dammit, we realised that cineleisure was showing freedom writers! the only show worth watching at the moment, in my opinion. what a waste. i was looking forward to eating sweet popcorn. but oh, to hell with popcorn! talking and shopping with ailin che che was way more enjoyable. the sad part was that my glorious brain forgot to bring the camera. otherwise we could have taken pictures, which would then be uploaded on this blog, which would then not look so wordy and uninviting. weird dream number 2 happened last night. before going to bed, i was watching the "one more chance" dvd, the singapore movie directed by jack neo, starring the 3 usual suspects. 'san ge hao ren' in chinese. its about how they met in prison and what happened in their lives when they were released. anyway, i dreamt that i was playing cards with them! haha. because in the show, marcus chin played the chronic gambler. darn, i dont think the dream lasted long enough for me to win any money. oh fish, mom drank my opened can of diet coke again!!! i deliberately opened the can and left it in the fridge to let the gas escape, because i swear upon my life, i DETEST carbobated drinks. i only like diet coke because its calorie-less yet not tasteless like water. NOW I GOTTA OPEN ANOTHER CAN AND WAIT FOR IT TO DE-GAS. i must buy post-it pads soon. my clumsy fingers have so clumsily scratched my grotesque zit by mistake, which now is stinging from the pain. well SERVES YOU BLOODY RIGHT, YOU HORRID LITTLE (not literally) PIMPLE! NOW you'll know better than to grow on my forehead without my permission (as if you need ask). as one can plainly infer, tonight i am a bitter, bitter girl.
