My keys and camera are still with James. So I ripped a couple of pictures from Jayn‘s phone. These were taken on Friday night.
Me and Jayn.
James, me and Jayn.
Alcohol.
Best friends are forever.
Highschool crush. Then I got fatter.
Ah Sang.
I feel fat and I hate it. Jayna and I made a pact; we’re going to achieve our target weight by our birtdays in July.
I’m having a sudden outburst of acnes on my face thanks to too many late nights. One on my chin, one right on the edge of my upper lip, one above my upper lip, one right smacked on my nose and one on my eyebrow. Been gulping down litres of barley herbal tea but to no avail. I’m officially a pizza face.
Went to La Caso last night. Played a game of pool. It was weird I usually suck at it but yesterday I was pretty good although I pocketed the black ball thinking it was purple. Stupid lights.
I feel like picking up snooker again cause everyone seems to be good at something. Yeah, except me. I could never stick to an activity till at least being good at it. Sometimes it’s lack of interest, sometimes it’s money, sometimes it’s time and most times it’s laziness. No wonder I’ve been trying to lose weight for 6 freaking years.
Oh gawd I want to sleep this off.