what's the point of telling me something when you don't really mean it.
phrase of the week : WHAT IS THE FREAKING POINT??
seriously, if you tell me that you're gonna do something but ain't gonna keep to it, then wad's the point.
disappointed.many.times.the.entire.week.
i don't know if my poor heart can take it anymore.
well, here we go again.
but i'll be fine.
i always turn out fine anyway.
it's becoming a novelty.

school was almost hell yesterday.
had morning lecture at 8am. the nature of language. really interesting shite man. looking foward to more lessons.
then lect ended at 10am.
next lect which is econs starts at.... 4pm.
*dies. gota wait for 6 hours. luckily dawn also had same lect with me so we stoned together.
can't believe i had the guts to take up econs again.
my nemesis. struggled so hard and only manage to squeeze out a pathetic D for A levels.

was down with some allergy yesterday. broke out in this horrible itchy rash which lasted the entire day. kept squirming in my seat in the lecture. it was really awful.
planned to drop by OF for supper with the hoods but mum tucked (forced) me into bed to rest after splashing loads of calamine lotion over the horrid rashes.
im okay already!!!! raring to go out and enjoy the weekend!!!
but i gota finish up my readings 1st. ppfffft.