Friday, September 23, 2005
she quietly wept..
i'm starting to strongly dislike Mr Ong..
he's such an ass.
I am sick.
And he thinks I'm acting...
like wth.
"can't you see i'm in so much pain.."
can't he just shut up?
I'm so dependant on my painkillers..
and the more I eat...the dosage i have to take everytime goes up us well..
I so cant live without them..
and why is my house freaking big?
I so can't believe I'm doing housework..
and I have to sweep up upstairs and downstairs..
I've just finished sweeping upstairs..
and worse still,i have to mop the damn floor..
and i cant use a mop..
I have to bend down and clean..
oh-my-gosh..this is so pathetic..
lets hope for the best for my a maths paper.
haha.I got different answers from everyone.
but I think i'll pass...
but not a quality pass.
argh...the stress.
and I just realised i got a blister on my hand..
and a pimple on my face..
arghh..
I look horrible.
ah.whatever.
I already look horrible.
