Hello. I am very tired, very broke and I am pissed because I still have eyebags despite it being my holidays.

I think I am the grinch in disguise because I don't like Christmas. Not because I'm antisocial like that but because I'm always bloody broke around this time. Let's see... Leslie's birthday on the 22nd of Dec, Christmas pressie for Maria and let's not forget that my sister, father and boyfriend all share the same birthday on the 31st of December. DAMN SUAY, CAN.

I think I'll have to mortgage my house and live in a cardboard box next to the road.

But... Maria darlink, I know you are pissed because I had to miss your party to go to stewpidhead cousin's lame ass birthday party but I bought you something purty to soothe your ruffled feathers okay laling? Istillheartyoumanymany.

Oh yes, speaking of stewpidhead cousin's lame ass birthday party, she turned 21 today so I had to see all the other cousins of my paternal family whom I so abhor. Anyway, I hate my tudung cousins. They're so boycrazy they make me sick. One cousin keeps egging me on and asking me whether I go out with boys. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND, STUPID, WHAT DO YOU THINK? That we correspond through email? Pigeon mail? Smoke signals?

Then she has the nerve to look through my handphone and take down numbers of boys so that she can 'berkenalan' with them.

Oh please.

Idon'tknowwhattogetAlfieanforhisbirthdayohwoeisme.