when weewee called me and told me that shes back. i cldnt believe that it has already been a week. wow. im so not having a holiday. read the previous entry. i really need to go out. *hint biatch* i know i know, i always say i wanna hang out but then back out the last min. what a bastard i can be sometimes. well, things just get into my way... at the last min most of the time. it seems to me that weewee is rotting badly at home after she came back from heaven of fluffy clouds and prince charming boy... or sometimes girl.. or sometimes... it. what? its thailand. this is their culture right. at least she came back as a girl, untouched and with my BELT. oright. she bought one thts identical to hers...okay. nvm.

yesterday, andrea, ben and dion stayed over at my place. watched movies until it hits 5am. and for the first time im actually not tired. haha, andrea says that my room wld be perfect with a.c. ohhh god... and i know that! its hell in my room. burning hot. u'll get all sticky and sweaty. i so want to get a.c for my room.... argh.... i wld go home everyday without my mum calling me back every hour on phone if i have one. ok, shall stop with the complaining.