recap of torture:

mon: yay. econs. brain. dead. screwed. up. essays. head. too. pain. to. think
sis brought back guide cookies. mmmmmm... cookies. yummy yummy in my tummy

tue: yay. measure for measure/PC. dad came to fetch me home. brain not that dead.

wed: history was horrible because i think i misinterpreted the question. furthermore, while i know the emphasis is on quality not quantity, i definitely didn't write enough to keep my C midterm grade (which i got purely by chance) and the best part of today was that i was giddy and everything was spinning. had to take like panadol and yang ming jiu. mmmmm... warms the heart. didn't really work for the head though.

tmr: math. brain going to die even more. but yay, no piano!

one more day to dancing on the ceiling. i can't wait. you people should see me do the happy dance.
my sister and i were making faces in the hallway mirror. she can do weird things with her eyes. so funny. kept on laughing until i cannot stop. then she just made a weird look which made things worse.

she keeps saying she's cuter than me. what rubbish. but then again, she's got 2 very cute dimples. which i don't have. and why must she be so bhb? that's what i always do, she copy me!

flashpoints of conversation with Gladys before lit paper tue in emails
me: (online doing nothing) see email pop up from Gladys
gladys: you nut!! seishirou and yuuto are not cute.
me: i am not a nut. i am a raisin. (signs off with chrissy-poo)
gladys: YUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKS.
me: (gets off internet)
me: (minute later) (sends back sms) yuuto is cute! he's blond for crying out loud. taste has to be cultivated i guess. stick with me and you'll soon see how sexy seishirou is in a suit.
gladys: (doesn't reply but i know she's thinking what the hell did she do to deserve this)

*fingers start going out of control... must go and study says fingers. i'm not even typing this. *
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