Picks up the spider between two fingers,
and flicks it at the idiot brother sitting a distance away,
lost in the world of his PSP.

With a huff and a puff,
she blows off the cobwebs,
chokes *cough cough*
and struggles to call to mind her password to her blogger ID.

No wonder they say the retention span of a goldfish's memory is 3 seconds.

I stink,
and I look like bird shit that's scrapped off the pavement
only to be splattered on the windshield of a lao pok kai car
belonging to an extremely suay owner.

And I'm blogging now because less than 15min ago,

I ran into JOHN CHENG EN LU who was on the way back from sch,
so u can pretty much imagine tt he looked pretty decent.

I still can't decide wat's worst,
running into him in the pathetic state I was in,
which was right after my evenin jog,
or

having him recognise the very fugly me,
which I thought was VERY VERY diff from the NORMAL way I look.

It thoroughly spoils my mood tt contrary to my belief,
I do NOT look very diff when I dress up,
which means,

I am CHUI 24/7.

I'm so sinking into depression.

*sobs*