Vanity. I may not be as vain as some people I've come across, but today, oh man, was I vain. It took five hours for my hair to be sleek and shiny and actually tame. It looks odd on me, one of my brothers said, because my hair's either in a ponytail or just all over the place. My brothers find it weird looking at me because I seem like a different person. My scalp was really painful earlier because of all the yanking and pulling my hair was subjected to. Kawawa naman. This had better last for five months like they said, or else. Well, back to my almost-straight, almost-wavy tresses.

I've been getting text messages from that odd person again. She (or he? Who knows?) insists that I did something bad to her. Whatever, man. It's so weird how people have the energy to just continuously text someone mean messages. And I'm sure they'd be jumping for joy knowing that they are the subject of this entry. Nyar. But really, she sends me messages like look at yourself! you're so payat! and your teeth look like bugs bunny's and your skin! you're so putla! nothing special! Like what the hell? Sure, I never said I had perfect teeth - in fact, they are bunny teeth and whoever said I was special? I blend in. I'm nothing special. But what is she talking about? And she continues to say that I should change. Change to what? To something special?

I'm getting all worked up over this crap. Tsk. Bad, bad, bad.

I've been putting off so much work. I'm supposed to be doing my thesis, but instead I want to go to sleep already. My marketing team is going crazy because our deadline's on Monday. Man. I just want everything to be over.