When I say queen,
I don't mean me.
I meant this
stupid stupid stupid
fucking zit
right on my forehead.

It's not really on my forehead.
It's just closer to my brow.

But who cares!?
It's there bulging.
It's visible.
You see it before you see me.
It's ruining my social life,
I'm telling you.

And here I am complaining
about it in my blog
where David Yeo
would be reading
for all I know.

How is this helping?

It isn't.

It isn't helping too,
when my mother went like,
"ooh.. sexy pimple"
when she saw me this morning.

(i prefer the word 'zit'
because pimple is 2 syllable
and saying it kills
rather when you use the term
'zit', it's shorter and
it spares you the agony a little.)

I don't know about you
but sexy and pimple
is a weird combi.

Anypoops.
Yesterday was crazy ):

Emy texted me the news
that Miss Ho passed away..
I was like, sighh.. shit happens.

And then Twins called.
And they told me the whole thing
that she and her husband died
in a car crash in New Zealand
while away for her honeymoon.

I was really really bumped.
Even though I don't really fancy her..
I mean, she was young, fit,
and just married and then boom.
(No puns intended.)
It's the end.

Then Hannan texted me.
And he was pretty bumped himself.
The soft side of him I've never known.

To make it worst,
I was so ill yesterday and
I couldn't (didnt want to)
get out of bed.
Stupid migraine.
I felt like
ramming my head
against the wall.
I would, you know.

Instead I buried my head
under piles and piles of pillows
and curled underneath my blankie.
with Delfy too.

I love my Delfy.

I love Mackie too(:

And David Yeo.
And Sly.

Er.

You know what
makes my heart soar?
When my cats purr.
Just makes me go all soft inside.

And also when my cats
curl up next to me at night
and waking up the next day
and they still there!

That was what Mac did.
And I felt so much better today.

Until I saw this stupid stupid zit.
And I'm feeling sick all over again.

I think I'd rather go back to bed.

It's Bio week now.
I hate Biology.
It's interesting and all
but the amount of information
you must pretend to understand
is stressing me out.
Hence this stupid zit.

I'm outta here.