Mm, hey.

So, I, am officially sick.
It doesnt help that i will be lugging a 10kg bag to Penang tomorrow evening. Or the day after, whatever. I'm not even sure when we're going, and believe it or not, I havent even started packing.
Anywhoo, the days have been wearing on pretty slowly. And I, have been my restless self.

To add to further frustration, I have like, a bazillion stalkers.
Yippee. Not.
I have like a trillion Facebook stalkers, which just proves how sucky Facebook really is.
Then, I had that Ahli Fiqir guy, who still goes to the mamak everyday in search of me.
I know this because, Amy, the manager of whatever he does there, told me. GAY.
Then, Ive been getting these random calls at night, and when i answer theres no one there, but I know someone is there, because the moron breathes pretty heavily. Does this guy thinks that he's the only one who's ever seen CSI ? Seriously. So i texted and asked who it was. And he blabs on about how his name is Fendi, and how he saw me in the elevator with a friend one day, and bodek-ed her / him to give him my number. Turns out, Vanillaahh, has got the same stalker. Sexual harassment ? No kidding, bitches.
Then theres Bitchinia's boyf, Raden. Who keeps insisting that I "hello" him back. For the third time in two days.
Then, there's 38yearoldpervert, Suraj. Who sits by the pool everyday, staring into my window. Pretty damn pathetic.
Then, there's this guy who calls himself 'Captain' on friendster. And he keeps insisting we're friends. I kept insisting, that the only way I'd be friends with him, was in the pastlife, and if he was a rat and I, was a shopkeeper. I'm pretty sure I'da stomped on him. Havent replied his messages, which by the way, come twice a day, on friendster.
How charming, these men. I'm almost willing to drop my pants.
Not.

This, is why, I am officially announcing my MANOREXIC-ism.
(I know, I know, absolute bollocks. Shuttit.)

Anywhoo, I've got a lot of shit piling up on me.
PMR's in like 38 days, and I havent even studied.
I mean, its no biggie to me, but it is to the rents. And i really really want some dosh from the fam, cos if not, I'm totally buggered.

On a brighter note, the birthday's in a few days.
I guess I should be excited.
Yay.

&& I've come so far, with a broken heart.