prissie drissie *&$£!%

very pissed off right now.

maid is blasting loud moaning music at 1054 when she's in bed.
music that is made by a male voice sounding like a pig at the abattoir.
like chanting during a funeral.

my chocolates have finished.

my facial foam is too. and what's irritating is that my brother uses it.
because at any one point in time ever since my memory has not failed me, he has at least three bottles of facial wash in the toilet, each of them containing more product than my current bottle.
currently he has four bottles.
aaaand he uses mine.
and so does my mum.
which is made worse by the fact that i buy my own wash with my pocket money, huh, and he gets them. i don't know, gets them la.

and my spray spray.
i woke one morning to find my room saturated with the smell of one of my scents, some ariel body mist from batu caves' gift exchange.
guess who used it?
guess the same who has been using a variety of alllll (most la) of my spray sprays?
and used it finished and still left it in my cupboard?
and uses my shampoo and conditioner?

ugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm very pissed right now because i feel so damn fat ugh ugh ugh and i look terrible ugh ugh ugh.
it's not even those gorgeous people who ask if they look fat and ugly lor, i'm like.. r-e-a-l-l-y...

never mind.

pissedpissed pisssss pisssing pisssy pissy pissie pissie pissie prissie prissie drissie.

oh by the way emma watson is hot.