thanks isabel for pointing out

that i accidentaly deleted the credits

with the archives. shit.

on the brighter side, today i'm so

totally over with 3 things:

settling the re-downloading for my phone,

the dumb maths worksheet which i can't

even remember the title of,

and some people. i mean, i

want things to work out for us but i'm really

tired of spending so much time on something

that sucks so much life out of me and

gives absolutely ZILCH back. i've learned

that from my SAC experience.

seriously, what am i gonna do with this?

i don't know how to continue, so i guess

giving up is the next available option.

anyway, today was pretty cool cos mama came

over, then we had BK for brekkie and i

ordered a enormous omelette sandwich.

oh, i am also over the whole diet thing. or at least

trying to be over it. i think what matters most is

how one thinks about oneself, and

confidence is the most important,isn't

it? what everyone else tells you are just...

guidelines(Pirates of the Carribean much?)

then i completed The Year My Sister Got Lucky,

which just emphasizes the point that

Aimee Friedman can write good teen

books without introducing (much, as compared

to the other scandalous stuff i've read) sex and other

dirty details. so now, basically, i'm looking

forward to my hols shopping spree, which i have just

realized will sit perfectly in the peak

of the GSS if we plan it properly.

yesterday mum just told me as i was clearing the clothes

for the blogshop that she wouldn't buy

all my old clothes, which pissed me off

pretty well, since all my clothes are

in FANTASTIC condition. (and it's thanks to

mum's amazing washing skills,

honed since age 8. how ironic to insult

yourself) anyway i'll just leave

it to the others to tell me what i should

put in the blogshop, i'm not exactly incharge

anyway. and sis doesn't want any of

my clothes. why, i cannot comprehend.

instead she chooses to wear the same colors,

same clothes day in day out. imma pray she grow

up and see the light.

something gross here: a beetle, get this beetle

flew into my ear just now!! super-eeks lah!

i was squealing (yes i made a horrible

high-pitched sound not unlike the pig in Animal

Farm which got it's namesake from this

unglam sound.) and beating my ear and thank

the Federation of Bleeding Insects(FBI)

it came off me. then i looked down and

saw this entire line of ants crowding around

i-don't-want-to-know-what, and seriously i took

the ant-roller(here i mean an IKEA lint-

remover) and steam-rolled them minus the steam.

now every tingle feels like an insect crawling over me.

oh well. paranoia kicking in.

my ex-tuition-teacher aka my sis' current tuition teacher

aka che priscillia found a lost schnauzer in the

park so she decided to bring it home to join

oscar. they named it rex and according to

my sis he's very friendly and easily trusting.

which is bad for a dog, i guess.

it has been a journey of self-revelations so far.

oh crap i didn't do RS homework.

ngee siang will plummel me.