Raya is here.

Somehow, I'm not in the Raya mood. I don't feel like going a-visiting. I don't feel like collecting money although I really have to. I just feel like staying at home & rot.

Hate this. Hate that. Hate everything. Am depressed a little. Must be PMS but God knows you can't always blame it on PMS.

Didn't know my Dad was so uptight about a few friendship matters until just now. Haiz, the joy of parents. Dad nearly hit the ceiling when he saw a couple of pics that I'd forgotten to delete from my camera. I mean, they weren't crude or anything. Just that in one pic, I kinda had my hand on a guy's shoulder & in another we were too close for comfort & in the last, our faces looked like they were side by side. When in fact, his face was in front of mine. And all the pics were wih the same guy.

That was the unfortunate thing.

Oh yeah, and that it was a GUY in the picture whom I was taking with. You know. Girls. Guys. Muslim. Not relted. Cannot mix. Cannot even touch. So yeah. And yeah I broke the rule. It was nothing personal, though. Everything as strictly platonic. I didn't feel a thing!! But well, according to Dad it was a shameful act; I'm not even sure why but yeah. Hell, it was just my hand!!

I'm still not in Raya mood. No mood to get down on one knee & ask or forgiveness while Dad preaches on how I should live my life, be more this be less that, don't scold sisters. Like, whatever. I really don't care if he gives me Raya money or not this year. I'd never see it anyway. It'll go right into the bank. And I'd only be spending like wat, 10 days or less in Singapore for Raya??

I'll be off to Thailand with the school on the 24th. It don't matter much how much money I receive. Haiz...I'm one basket case here. One miserable helluva basket case...

Laterz...
Lenny JC