this was wad i wrote but got translated into symbols::::: 1/2 blocks of prelim studies left!!! yay! farah and i have finally decided on our *eville little project*. thing is, i afraid not enough time to complete the *eville little project*. haiyah. am cramping. stupid pms. why?? why?? why?? u can prolly tell that i am not thinking clearly... perhaps i shouldnt have written this entry, bugger....

anyway, its weird when inspiration hits me. u noe yesterday, i got two lines to a death poem. today i was walking back from school then i was thinking depressive thoughts than two lines hit me again. hmm. if i am depressed long enough, those lines may make a great poem. hmmm. so i think about how those lines came about and am very surprised. have a feeling it'll be a good poem and it'll rhyme. wee!

today was my english o level orals. oh well. have no comment. though i missed points that i had thought about when i was prereading the picture. oh well. shoot me. and the conversation was a bit hmm...i dunno wad to say. cant say it was good. will not say it was bad. oh well. shall die if i get low marks.

stupid darned cough.cough and cough. then just now when i was reading, the phelgm *grr grr* inside my throat. gross.. haha... i did nth much today. crapped alot with sharan. and we both loved 'whose line is it anyway' and 'bhangra man!!. {random thought of the moment: I love frothy hot mocca with the foam!!} hahaha...

alright, now my grandmother is in my room with the self-pitiful look and pleads for me to go massage her arm. i got nth against doing stuff for other ppl. but i HATE the "O pity me, coz i am in pain and nothing agrees with me anymore.'' bargh. now my hadns are all oily and heaty from the medicated oil. i gladly help ppl but pls, dun bloody nag me. it infuriates me. like mr cheong. i NOE mr cheong and i am confident i can finish my work at my own pace. dun be so kan cheong. haiyah. wad can i say. i must admit sometimes i oso abit kan cheong. but thats because i have evidence from past experiences to be kan cheong. oh well.