back again. realised i made a really stupid boo-boo. oh for the love of God! where are the bloody trees when you need one? but perhaps the whitewash walls give a more satisfying "thud", all the more apparent to spot the red amidst the white in case of bleeding.

feel like stabbing myself. i really hope it doesn't get out. to think me, the absolute greatest in stuff, IS the absolute greatest in screwing things up in my own way. of all days to choose... oh well, what's done is done. it's really hard for me to not care about what people think of me. it's hard i tell you! actually, if i didn't care about what other people thought, i would just go ahead and forget about the incident. but no... can't forget. well, you could hardly blame me since i really didn't know. it was an unintentional mistake. no point beating up self about it.

onward to another issue. i wonder how we'll all turn out in 10 years time. or even 5. by then, our studies would be over and for the guys, almost over. talking about a53 here. or even my old class of loyalty. somehow if i didn't feel so hungry (mum's late again and therefore my dinner's late) i would willingly pursue the issue of who's going to be what. but it's going to be tough so i need brain food for that. MUM!

i'm lucky enough to have semi-early days that allow me to go home early and hit the gym (still can't run for peanuts) and then bum around, at least for monday and tuesday. which is making me guilty but.... heck, AWAY GUILT. i console myself by telling self that i've had a productive 2 days of school since i didn't fall asleep and understood about 80% of everything taught.

good news, know how ceilings have all those cornishes, (is that correct or does it remind you of garnishes so i'm using this wrongly), which are like little slabs of cement sticking out all in the name of design that is lower than the ceiling? my sister has been making me annoyed by saying that i can't jump high enough to touch them while she can and whats more, can also touch the ceiling. well, i jumped on sunday and made it. and still can touch the cornishes. my next goal is the ceiling. ha to her. even though she's the younger, she's taller by 6-7 cm. i blame my inability to jump on my shortness but now i know it can be considered a myth. just practice more often and patience will be rewarded.

i really need my dinner.