This would be a most appropriate time for me to call for my Muse.

But he doesn't own a handphone, lah.

*weakly fends off derisive jabs exclamations of "Wah lau, don't be corny, leh."*

I can't sleep, I don't feel like studying and it's too late at night to put on QOTSA at a decent listenable volume.

I can't even pick up a non-school book to read these days, without feeling guilty. Work is never really finished, it's just a matter of how long you want to put off doing it.

I can't write either. But the tutors so far appreciate the concise nature of my work.

To put things in perspective, who wants to be ugly and fat, and have a brain instead?

-Rachel

In more clear-headed moments, I wish I had confidence enough to walk around school without a raincloud over my head everytime I see someone thinner/prettier (which is maybe every two steps or so). I wish I could maintain an A average at school so I could say "HAH! Balls to everyone, I've got something you don't." But I can't even maintain an A average. Hell, I don't even have the self-respect enough not to put this up for everyone to read, but as with the common line of defence, This Is My Blog. Mine.

Rachel, no offence meant at all. Was/Am just waddling in a pool of self-pity, if nothing, just to fill the void I try not believe is there.

I knew I'd garner some response from the NUS girl entry. 3, and counting.

Just a not-very-related aside, I used to dress nicely for school. Nice skirt with matching top, hell, even some make-up. Then I got lazy with the make up. Then I got convinced that am fat and that I shouldn't traumatise the world by wearing skirts that make me look bulgy. Then I started wearing berms. And T-shirts. And, *gasp*, even a football jersey.