Of pet sisters...

Pathetic.

Read this.

That is the saddest thing I've read in weeks. Imagine me writing a letter to The Star, revealing people's identities without their permission.

Dear Big Bro,

I am a 16-year-old from a famous all-girls convent school in KL. I'm feeling very distressed as lately, our school band, of which I am a member, is suffering from a horrible political situation.

I love my band very much, and it's killing me inside that our happy family is breaking up because of some stupid politics. I feel very pissed off and depressed because some of my friends quit band because of this.

Band is my whole life, and it is falling apart! What should I do Big Bro? WAHHHHHH!!!!! (Pathetic scream)

Also, if that weren't bad enough, this teacher, Puan Sarjit, whom I call Sarkit because she IS a pain the ass, HATES ME! She always picks on me when I doze off in class, even though it's not my fault she bores me to death. Life is so unfair!

And to top it all off, this stupid hairstylist gave me this HORRIBLE haircut! I have really, really fuzzy hair and she cut it all off! Now I have to gel it before I go to school everyday so it won't puff up, and I'm really scared the prefects will find out, cause hair gel is contraband!

If I don't gel it, then it sticks out and whacks into people's faces when I turn around, and some mean people called it the Nimbus 2000...I don't know why! I hate people playing with my hair!

Please help me Big Bro!

Fuzzy Wuzzy, Taman Dagang Jaya.

Yi Ling (Oops! I revealed her identity! Aw...) would then get a reply.

Dear Fuzzy Wuzzy,

You problems are beyond my abilities to solve. See Stephanie for a good whack upside your head to deal with your problems.

Yours sincerely,

Big Bro.

Ok, before I end this post:

I.
Am.
Mean.
Bitch.

Got it?

Deal with it.

Love, Snarkie.

...

Owned.

Song of the Day:

"King For A Day - Green Day"

In response to this. Take that, sucker. -smirk-