Ok, I'm going to write whatever comes to my mind, without stopping. There'll be typos but I'll keep them there. Reality blogging, baby!



I didn't go to work today, didn't feel like it. Felt so lethargic, man! And was sufferring from mentstrual cramps. The best part is, my peroid hasn't even started! I'm....2 weeks late, I think. Mmmm...maybe I'm pregnant. Now won't that be fun! I won't have any bloody cramps anymore!



*somersaults*



I won't have anymore cramps after having my first baby, cos that's how it was for my mom. She suffered like me and the rest of my sisters, with monstrously painful period cramps. So not fun, man. Did I mention I almost fainted once due the the pain? It was in class, and I had to stand at my desk, cos I forgot to bring my red math file. The pain was unbearable, literally. *shudders in recollection* I ended up scaring my teacher and the rest of my classmates cos I looked extremely pale, it seems. Too bad I didn't think of looking into a mirror, cos I've always wondered how I'd look if I were a vampyre. Notice how I spelt vampyre? I think it sounds nicer than 'vampire'. More...mediaval! Is that how you spell mediaval? No idea.



I've got the taste of Oreos in my mouth. I was pigging out while watching Bewitched on TV. Yeah, I watched Beitched!!!! YIPPEEE!!! I've missed the show so much. And at 6pm, there's a whole new episode for me to devour! YEAH! I'm going to be watching it all alone. No mom, no dad, no sisters. Solitude. I'm gonna sing real loud and dance to wateva song comes on the radio, even if it's a crappy one. I'm gonna bathe and shake the water off my body like a dog in the middle of the hallway.



Ok hold on, I must go drink my chicken essence. *runs off*



Backo! Mr. Jacko! I love the drink, man. I used to hate it, but now, I absolutely adore the taste! Sash says it tastes like chicken poop. Now I know wat she's eaten before. Muahaha! *evil laughter*



I wonder when my parents are gonna leave. See, they're leaving for Malaysia, Seramban, to give my relatives there the invitations to my sister's wedding. It's an indian custon, give your relatives the invitations by hand. Thank god we don't have any Timbuktian relatives. Or maybe I do.



*ponders*



Alrite, this post ends here! My parents are leaving now, and I'll be bcak in a jiffy! Solitude. As Jay wld say in the Homer Simpson way; Mmmm....Solitude...



See ya later, alligator!