winglish.
16 months. and counting. :)ah, this holiday is crap. i can't study. everytime i try to read my lit books or econs, i fall asleep.met that horrible boy today. still sick and coughing INTO MY FACE. got my bag back after 395672 years. it's about damn time you fries-stealer, just you watch out.perfect 10 is playing "don't phunk with my heart" by black-eyed peas and they censored out "phunk". uhhhh huh.only 9 more days. :(
i must, i must, i must increase my bust.
right. as if i still can.
the bust fairy left me "in the midst of construction" aeons ago.
how sad.
since i obviously cannot increase my bust, will settle for a rich sugar daddy who can pay for my boob job.
was supposed to go study with lei-na today. what rotten luck. we didn't! makes the rest of you who didn't study as well look good eh? saw inami's cousin in bk in parkway. that's why i say, sg is too small for anybody's good.
going to get my ha-ha-havaianas and my long-awaited quiksilver tee tomorrow. whee!
this doesn't look good. not when i am overlooking stupid gp and looking forward to sho-pping.
sigh.
the mid-yrs are in 5 weeks. i am still procrastinating.i might as well just go hit my head on the wall and die now, so i won't have to study again for the rest of eternity. in hell which is where i will probably end up if i really go and hit my head on the wall. what a way to die.
school = shitthat's all I got to say.the irony - I'm typing this on the computer in the school library.
i am -wheeze- sick. -wheeze-an excuse to not do any homework and just laze around the entire day. not that i don't already do that. but now i can do it right in front of my mudder and she can't do a single thing about it. haha. but 3 days of on/off fever is not exactly the best thing in the world. and i think panadol is crap. it doesn't help. I, of all people, should know. i've been taking it for three damn days. grand dowager at home wants me to go see the the chinese physician. i'm open to suggestions, but WHAT IF he sticks needles into me and make me look more like some voodoo doll used for rituals, instead of a patient going through accupunture?! okay, he's probably not going to do that but let's not go on. you know, and i know, that the fever's making me do this. my brain cells are dying and sooner or later, my brains will deflate and you can serve my head up for monkey brains. after all, we're related. humans, monkeys, we're all the same.
