  NO NO NO..I really am. You must be thinking "How does a perverse bitch get depressed? " Lemme give you a couple of reasons why I'm depressed. 1) I think Mr. Spendar doesn't like me. Or he's ignoring it. 2) SPM is in like, 118 days 3) I was the navigator to Shah Alam for dessert.
Turned one turning too early. So ended up in PKNS building and had to retrace back to Federal Highway. Sheesh. Called mom. Got screwed from her, edgar, drew, and definitely loads more. HAaha, anyway, Choc pudding lifted my spirits up. We had it in Little Italian Kitchen. It's like, beside Concorde Hotel. Will do a write up about it one day.
4) I'm stoned, yet can't sleep. Coz Mr. Spendar doesn't like me, or so I think. 5) I think Mr. Spendar doesn't like me.
Or he's ignoring it.
HAH! I'm lame and pathetic now. I'm at like, the lowest point of my teenage life. ARGH. I need to see people suffer. ARGHh! Yea yea, I'm a sadist. So what? FUCK YOU. 
