it doesn't even feel like the last day of the school year.. bloody, splitting,splinching butter-sucking intensive revision programme. i mean what's the effing point of having a holiday if you don't even get to wake up late(not that it would have been possible for me anyway.. but you get my drift..)? you might as well just call it stay-at-home revision sessions and make us atone for the greatly envisaged crimes that the school committee forethought of before either of us was born.. i think i burst a vessel on that one.. would explain why i'm not making much sense right now.. tsk tsk..i suppose the only high point, inevitably dark clouds do have a silver lining no matter how very thin it might be, is that i'm going to Malaysia tmr. at least there's a consolation prize.. better than nothing i suppose... dang man.. my dad sounds funny.. haha.. he's going on abut um.. effing Acer is and the logistic and inventive cost?? what the heck is it anyway? i need to pay more attention to what my dad says over the phone. refines my english man.. sometimes he even uses words that i dun understand. hmm.. speaking of which, i'm gonna go re-read the dictionary.. sounds weird but seriously,it's really useful.. up till the point where i reach the words confounded and i start theorizing about how the word describes my present state.
anyway,just thought i'd let you know.. i'm totally giving up on analysing male behaviour. it's too unknown a territory. it's particularly infuriating when they somehow come up with a earth-stopping-in-its-orbit theory and then start acting as though you've somehow made yourself invisible just by looking at them..
ah.. whatever..i gotta go..
see ya when i get back!!:)
if i do survive a)my mum's nagging
b) my dad's persistent scolding
c)car-sickness
d)Malaysian heat
e) my sister
i swear, if any other person without my experience would have totally checked themselves into a mental instituiton...
