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Saturday, April 08, 2006

just came back from supper. the food was quite good.

but now the feeling sucks. because i'm tired already and i want to sleep but then i'm full.

oh yeah, term 2 week 3 is suay week for me.

and today was super busy. wasn't in a very good mood.

i'm still lamenting over how i went to buy bonesetter's daughter on monday, thinking that i lost it when the truth is that i lent the book to jiahui. i totally forgot about it lah. wahlao, when she came to my classroom with the book, i was like 'please don't tell me it's mine, please please please.'

and when i found out that it's really mine, i exploded.



anyway, my sisters and i went to jurong point yesterday morning (or midnight?) to give my dad a birthday surprise. but he was so irritating, he just had to go to the toilet when we came, so he found out about it and he was so unromantic. like, "huh, what did you buy? orh, my birthday cake." gave him vitamins and he's like, "give me medicine? my birthday, you give me medicine?" wahlao.

my sister is so fat, she sat on an ant and crushed it to death. tsk. now on the chair lies a dead, flattened ant. and her farts smell like ammonia, it's potent. i hope the ant didn't smell it before it died. i totally believe that her farts are capable enough to kill a cockroach. better than baygon, even.

and i want to sleep. but i'm full. this is so pig.

heaven on earth
2:12 am