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Wednesday, December 21, 2005' 12/21/2005 11:46:00 PM

I'm back from KL!
came home late last night.
Had fun shopping...going up mountains..releasing tension and stress.
I love the sceneries in msia where most of the time,
HDB flats are never to be seen built on those beautiful mountains
ruining the beauty of it all.

I BOUGHT A PURPLE COLDEROY HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT JACKET!!!!!
(i've said this a gazillion times: i never pass my spelling tests.)

i bought pumps which ever so unfortunately are too tight when i tried them again at home.
how sad is that??
my mom doesnt know of this cause if she did,
by now, my face would already be on display under the lost and found section
somewhere in zimbabwe or smth.
it is a pair of expensive brown pump shoes that i never should
have even thought of buying
since all my experiences have only taught me that shopping
only makes me regret ever spending my money on the wrong stuff.
haiz.
how tragic.
anyway, i bought tshirts too.
i think shopping in malaysia only makes me more depressed
since my dear cousin HUMAIRAH just told me that
there are tshirts which are so cheap here cheaper than whatever i bought.
like i ddint know that. ya thanks for reminding.
i feel so bad for spending my moms money just like that.
the only thing i'm happy about is my dark-purple jacket.
anyway, i'm back now safe and not so sound.

digress, i'm feeling ugly and looking ugly.
is it just me or do i look sicker than ever?
i'm so depressed.
i really think that even if i compete with chucky in a beauty contest,
he really would win despite being a male.

dont mind me.
i'm just hmmm...expressing my feelings.
after all, whats a diary for.

oh well,
i gtg.
till next time, my smile is still a glued on.
smwile always =}.











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