Bugger!!!

oh... don't you just hate it when there's fucking idiot that miscalled your room number, your house number, your cell phone and even your parent's room number??! And i mean EVERY 5 MINUTES after 1 in the morning until 5am. i think i gonna pull every strands of hair and gone total berserk.
of course the caller ID on my cell showed that it's my.. yes, he's my ex. damn it, he's like some short of... i dont know. stalker? he keep pestering me that day BECAUSE i forgot his birthday. ha. ha.
SO what if i forgot his birthday ? it's not like we are friends anymore. furthermore it's him that want to break up with me saying that i wasn't good enough for him anyway. oh, look, now, who's got all pervy when i forgot his bloody birthday?
he kept sending me morbid text messages to my cellphone, like asking me whenther i was having fun when he finally stops his fucking misscalling and had my whole family pissed by his oh-so-brilliant tactic to keep me suffering.
what big deal to forgot his birthday. better off he go and got all teary with his mother, complaining that his big arse ex girlfriend forgot his bitrhday and hate his mother to bring him to this world.
but anyway, there's something happy i have to say here too. AFTER one week of hard slaving moments, i had finished my book profile for Sandakan's heritage. And, I WON. Yay. it feels great. i even had my picture on the local town new. first page even. cant' believe it. oh, i won rm200 cash prizes too. not much, but it's enough.
did i tell you that Cookie was pregnant? i just found out when i noticed that her tummy had gone bigger and bigger. and oh yeah, the puppy Dashund i bought had gone very friendly with Cookie. i had took some of their pictures on my back of my lawn. but i hadnt upload them yet, i promised that i will try to upload them as soon as i can. the two dears are really the best thing i can ever ask for, THEY are so adorable. and maybe i will have a dozen of puppies when Cookie was due to give birth. how i wonder who's the babies' dad.
yeap, about the hospital thingy. all i can say that it had gone better. and i think my hair problems had gone better. but then, my life was still occupied half by visits to the hospital, meeting up with dr. majitol and his boring drone about my physical state and side effects will eventually cleared up.
um, i decided to join in a few contests more. there's one for the Malaysia national day's lyric contest. if i won (hopefully), my lyrics would be sang by the whole nation. And i get to go on TV3. heh. seems so grand. oh, i had joined an essay contest for a cell phone. and a drawing contest for some cash.
aha, trial is coming up soon. and i think i have this pre-exams jitter. because this can bring my scholarship, and chances for me to go into university. i mean IT IS very important. and i dont quite think i have make enough preparation for it. but , i must do well in it. because it's my only ticket to get away from this small town, from everything that i want to left and forget here.
oh , oh, and the prom. i hadnt find the right dress yet. i dont even know what to wear. damn, it's been years since i feel so vain. lol. and i hadnt even have a date, who am i dressing up to impress anyway. but, who doesnt want to feel beautiful. yet, i dont think i can feel any more prettier when i am fat and my eyes bulging and ghoulish from all the treatment. sigh, screwed the pills and needles.
anyway, i had to say that this week's a really nice one. and i have to say that , i felt as if im enjoying it.. well, maybe except that misscalling-part. let's just hope that he had got sick enough with his perverted ways already.