MESSED UP

Faizal's insane cat is at it once more. That horrible beast snuck into my apartment again while I was taking a shower. Managed to catch it before it turned to my biker jacket as its next scratch-post. My tie has already turned to shreds. Bagged the cat in the wet towel to teach it a lesson.

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Unwittingly got myself into a fight. Stupid, stupid Amel... why can't you see where you tread in?

Mental note: Stop skipping Dad's boxing lessons in the future.

No fair, four against one. Luckily some old guy on the street saw what happened and helped me out. He offered to take me to the clinic, but I politely turned down his offer. I just didn't have enough energy to trust anyone in this condition. Je ne mefie des personnes qui je ne connais pas. Anyway, I think the old man was disgusted with my looks too... just like those guys when they saw me. I hate my face. I really, really hate my face... because I am sick of looking different than what people expect I should look like.

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Cut my upper lip, scratched my throat and bled my nose. My left hand still hurts from the brawl. Now how am I supposed to write? No worries, I can still type with my right hand. My head hurts too. Tried Panadol Actifast, but I don't think it worked. And the ad says it's effective within an hour. What a fraud.

I am so messed up. Everything is wrong today.


I must have fallen asleep on the couch, or was I unconscious? I think I had a nightmare. I dreamt that the red moon was dripping blood over my head and I was just kneeling in the darkness, crying. Woke up to see there was no moon outside the window. What a relief. But the apartment seems creepy at night when the lights aren't turned on.

Red moon.
My dreams are my memories.

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A Cantonese soap opera was on the television. The Gateau Affairs is now heading to the part where The Queen of French Pastry finally recovers from her 20-year term amnesia and realizes that the legendary chef Cold Hands' young apprentice, whom she often have a spat with, is her long-lost daughter who in the meantime grows up to acquire the power to melt and mould chocolates easily with her hands.

Where can I get this in box set?

It's already somewhere past 7 p.m. That means I've missed the class meeting three hours ago. I am going to take an M.C tomorrow.

SELF-ESTEEM - OFFSPRING
is playing on my mind today

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