So it looks like my claim to bad luck ending did not end at all. the guinea pig has died =( ervin! its the one u like. wuwuwuuw..i think it was the one u like.

and for some unfathomable reason, my eyeliner is leaving really bad stains on my eyelids @_@ oh! and i left my only pot of eyeshadow which was a mac (ie.expensive for my standards) at the studio that day “=_= miehh

while shaving my legs i kept nicking them cuz i couldnt find new shavers and usually I HATE SHAVING and prefer to wax but lo and behold stupid me woke up late and had no time so now i have to put up with constantly shaving and adding more nicks to my leg.. wtf.

what else is going to happen. HMMMMMMMM

my favourite guinea pig is sick =( he refuses to eat and drink and can barely walk. from the fattest guinea pig he is now skin bones and fur. no more tummy =( im worried about my poor baby. he refuses to be force fed as well. sigh sigh.

get well soon my not so little big monster! mummy loves you long time.

the heat is killing me T______T my head is going to explode. no freaking mood to do anything. pfft. and no i rarely switch the air conditioning on in my house especially NOT in my room because it will just kill me to sit in an enclosed room with the amount of fur and dust that actually makes up my room.

garrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lately, I’ve been feeling an incompressible rage at almost everything. Every little detail makes me want to rip the hair of my head, every little sound sends me into fits of annoyance.

Currently as i write this on a piece of paper, there is a group of people on both my direct left and right talking and being obnoxiously noisy; seemingly oblivious to the many other people littered along this echo-ing corridor trying to concentrate on their work; me being one of them.

The ones on my right are a little more considerate, trying as hard as they can to speak in husher tones. The group on my left however. have no reserve. They are speaking and laughing loud enough to be heard a few hundred metres away. Due to this reason, their annoying shrieks and conversations float along this enclosed corridor like nails being drilled into the side of my head.

I feel my patience running low, and it is a relief to know that these shitheads have finally decided to leave. Yet i am not anywhere near happier because now instead i hear the voices of a new group and that annoying DING of the msn’s famed nudge. When will i ever be left in peace?

The past week my emotions have been colliding with the walls of other people’s negativity. It has been imensely tiring and mentally i am drained.

So many broken promises i have made to myself and yet so little determination for a chance at redemption. Who am i right now? I want so much to find out the truth yet with that said, all i know how to do is run; to run and to hide seems like my only genetic mark up.

And this coward that i have become does nothing for me but to make me spit in disgust at the whole idea of it all.

-written somewhere between the time of 3.00pm-5.00pm