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The name's AMANDA JANE
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Monday, August 18, 2008
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

i am so freaking frustrated!

first, i managed to spell that frustrated abv wrongly! i spelt it FUSTRATED!
that's how frustrated i am ):

secondly, i feel so sick!

thirdly, i'm BORED!

i'm frustrated cos...
nobody bothers to read my frigging blog.. except for bestie christine:)
seriously... whats the point of having a stupid blog when it's just for my own freaking use and eyes...
so please... to those miserable amount of people who actually visit my blog.. TAG! even if you're total strangers, AMANDA DOESN'T CARE! get it? I DON'T CARE!
you can tag and say i'm fat, ugly whatever... i don't give a damn...
actually, i do.
i'll come after you with a pitchfork! and stab your unmentionables with them. MUAHAHAHA!

I sound so despo... and reverse psychology works wonders so... DON'T TAG! LEAVE MY BLOG IMMEDIATELY!
even jay chou's songs can't soothe me now):


secondly, i feel so sick cos after exercising for one whole 45 mins, i'm eating pizza at 10.30...
SEE LAH SANDY! i so good to you..
i'm trying to lose weight lor! however.. i know that i'll just tell myself, okay exercise more tmr -.-
which i'll do but then end up putting the fats on again.
what's the point.
i'll just save up money for liposuction :D
good idea no?


blah... maybe i'll just eat and let myself grow fat. then i'll emigrate to those western countries :D
where a size 12 is cosidered normal ( i'm not 12 okay! i'm a size 8)
or or or...
i could just starve myself :/

thirdly, * scrolls up to check what was the third point*
yes, i'm bored!
i think those 3 points are like linked?
i'm frustrated so i can't think clearly and find anything to do. so i'm bored and when i'm bored, i eat so i feel sick and gross then i get frustrated over how to lose those fats.
its a vicious cycle *nods head sagely and strokes imaginary beard*


yah there was this teeny weeny 4th point that i forgot to mention.
i'm LOVESICK!
like very!

i saw him today and he just suddenly looked so handsome * daydreams*

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*slaps self* okay!
he just suddenly looked so handsome and all i could think of was how nice it'll be to hug him ):

unfortunately... i don't think that dream/wish/hope will ever come true cos he doesn't like me!

and my keyboard is messing up on me. LOOK AT HOW HORRIBLE IT'S MAKING MY POST SEEM WITH ALL THESE UNSIGHTLY LINES IN BETWEEN!

EVIL SPACES BEGONE!* shoots them with laser beam gun thingy*
okay, all's good now.
as i was saying, yah, he likes someone else.. i can SENSE it.
women have this sixth sense thing which is accurate 99.9% of the time.

sidetrack abit:
you know how those women always know that their guy is cheating on them? yah... okays i have nothing sensible to say about this.

back to topic.
so on a whim, i decided to sms christine cos i felt that she was the oly one who could help me. the others would probably just say i'm crazy and laugh at me*. UNLIKE them though, christine takes me seriously.

it was kinda funny though, we were talking about boy issues and tests at the same time. so our messages were like:
smile at him lah! then strike a conversation. really? our papers are on the same day!? so you have lah blah paper tmr too?( just an example)

okay lah, maybe you don't see the funny side of it but i do okay and that's all that matters!
urgh... i feel all funny inside, like my organs are all twisted or smth.

sudden change of topic,
the pizza we made in HE today was damn delicious! even pizza hut's can't compare to it! * grins*
but maybe that's cos i made it? ahh whatever..

* i still love you people though! at least you can make me laugh with all your facial expressions and jokes:D