Feeling dead

Off to China tomorrow morning around 6AM. Surprise, surprise, i'm NOT excited at all. If my family wasn't so poor we had to choose the cheapest budget plane around, i might be a tad more excited cuz i luhvvv airplane rides. Honestly, the thing i'm looking forward to the most is the airport. I love love love love love Singapore's airports. All of it's terminals... But my favorite's terminal one. It's the hugest and whitest. Heh.. but all of them are just as clean.

Dreading the stupid christmas party later. Skipped breakfast this morning to avoid as much calories... only to have my parents buy me a cheeseburger for lunch. >( ahn-nnoying. About like 2 years ago my extended family stopped the about-15-pressies-per-person thing and had this lucky draw thing where you have to buy a pressie for the person whose name you draw..

So basically, if what i just said didn't make any sense, you get only one present. Pahh. 

Anyways. China. Staple food=rice=carbs=fat=fat=fat=fatfatfat. 

PISSED! And the other foods are either just as fattening or even more fattening!

At least there's still the shopping.. Thank gawd. The stuff's there like the same, only they're about one third to one fifth of the price.

It's kinda weird. At the start of the year i wanted to go to Bali. But thank God we're not going there, seeing where i started cutting in the middle of the year. 

I love Blogspot. I can say the things i can't say anywhere else-almost everything-here. I NEVER. EVER. Talk this much with my mouth. No one's interested anyways.. 

After the supposed-to-be-terrifying-incident with the razor, i called this really good friend who knows everything and wants me to stop  and i told her that for her sake i'll try my BEST to stop. Told her i needed to do it for someone i care about, becuz i clearly don't give a fuck about myself. 

Feeling dead. DEAD