i think he's not talking to me.

if i had a comment, i'd day the latter looks abso-bloody-lutely HIDEOUS. and fat. but yet... the scores don't TALLY. lmao. so i tried with babe's face...

and i figured it probably wasn't fair cause his head was tilted and all. so then i decided to try ma-chan's face...

and then i realized it wasn't fair cause most people see his current face, and i personally was more curious as to his current's face score anyway, so i had to carefully choose a picture where you could see his ears (so hard, i tell you. like a needle in a haystack).

yeah. this is so fun.

today is sunday, technically, it means babe is down to his last day of work! yay~! i feel like cooking curry to give him. maybe i should... after all i have to use the beef soon else it'd go bad. so... now it's all about the travelling. sigh.
anyway. watched MY GIRL and AIBA IS SO... natural. it's totally him! i agree with sam and xiao ya, it's like when i watched it i went all "ahh~. Aiba-chan ne?" lol.
went to changi mac, did wordsearch with an-chan. i forgot what an-chan stood for, but oh wells. gotta wake up tomorrow to cook curry~

hoshiiii~! i am hungry.
and my perm's going all woozy now, it's more of wavy than anything. oh wells.
i need to stop my hair loss, seriously. balding at 18 is not very nice.

my nose refuses to listen to itself, and continuously deprives me of sneezes.
dinner tomorrow with yx! food expo together with baaaaaby! hair day on wednesday!
ahh. darned nose.

or not, i still eat a lot. hmm. maybe it's cause i can't choose. like if i had to pick between a magnum and yoghurt, both which i like equally, i'd probably try to be healthy (it is midnight after al) and get the yoghurt... and end up eating the magnum anyway.
point is, choices ruin us!
shoot, that miss saigon song by lea salonga is stuck in my head.
oh but A LEVELS ARE OVER. i am officially screwed, i couldnt finish the paper, AGAIN, and the nightmares won't stop. but i should be sleeping now, gotta get up at ... 6:20. AM.
what happened to sleeping in after the exams? -.-

fill me up pretty well, especially if the person puts shit loads of mayonaise on it.
had consultation just now, and i am awed by ms T.'s optimism. she kept saying stuff like it's okay, and you'll do well etc. funny, even she agreed that the paper was tough. give it to someone who is bad at economics... what a tragedy.

is it a one? is it an eye? is it an 'I'... ooh such suspense.

i couldnt finish my paper, and ironically it was the ONLY part (note, not question, but PART) that i had sensible and consciously related things to talk about. oh woe is me.
no paper tomorrow, but econs at 1. i wonder how much of a help it'll be if i can't even finish in time? spazzy right arm.

sticks n stones may break my bones, but econs will never kill me.
NEVAAAAAAA.
oh who am i kidding.

onigiri looks sian. i probably mirror it's expression. it's only 1 plus AM, but heck. i am tired. i wanna sleep. i am gonna sleep, but i feel guilty (more so of sleeping then say, online shopping or eating lol).
focussss. econs tomorrow [later]. it's three hardcore essays! i need to push out at least 6 pieces of paper? according to Tiong anyway. argh.

can't stop daydreaming about 25, 26,1 and so on so forth. sigghhhh~

am balding. I am suffering from premature hair loss that could be largely due to polycystic ovary syndrome, and I am so screwed for A levels. but i can't seem to stop looking at hairstyles and clothes and bags and shoes etc etc etczzzzz.
gosh.

i need more kelp. i need my cod fish!

i hate LIT later!!! still gotta read sparknotes and erase my notes from my book cause J lost hers temporarily. ARGH.

on a brighter note, FIVE more days left. (or four, technically)

terrible...
backache, joint pain, hips hurt, stomachache... i'd much rather donate blood and faint than go through this.
PLUS, i had a nightmare about A Levels already! T.T and in it, I obviously did very badly (nightmare ma).
sigh.

more days to the END OF *whispers* A Levels!
And because it's seven, I shall put babe's pic lol.
Binged on cheetos, hello panda and that biscuit stick called Tasty, which really was tasty. Yum.
Consultation today was a revelation again. (I suck at econs) And girls are scary, and no, it does not count me cause I'm an oddball.

My only hope for lit now is Sparknotes.

kinda confused now. feeling mixed emotions, all that hoopla.
oh well. the countdown continues! iva's btt on monday, hidayah's ftt on thrusday! ahhh...

it's getting faster and faster, like a whirlwind uprooting me.

screwed me over. argh, screw you back, gp!

international hist tomorrow. now's the chance to pull my history marks up...
what am i still doing online?!

A levels, i had a last minute panic attack with j and wy and ret.
during the paper, i spent an hour on a five mark question, and the steps weren't even needed.
GP TOMORROWWWwwww... ack.

christmas
A LEVELS. It was so scary, i felt like hurling on the bus, but decided it would not be such a smart thing to do, so i kept it in.
excitement.flurryofmovements.invigorating.
then it's over, and I'm like wha-?


motions, actions blurred and slurred, today was not the best.

retain?
fail my As?
get diabetes?
get into a uni?
be able to do my best?
change for the better?
hmm.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!
FIVE MORE DAYS TO A-FREAKADELIC-LEVELS!!!!!!
Okay, no point spazzing out here, but the idea is shocking isn't it? Two whole years of education and early drag-yourself-out-of-bed mornings, two years of hardcore drillin' n grillin' and two effing years worth of tree killing books(papers)(notes), and all of a sudden BOOM.
It's down to this. (This Is It, lol)
Break's over baby, it's showtime.

continue the countdown, there are only TWELVE MORE DAYS TO THE ENTRANCE OF PURGATORY.
TWELVE.
If that is not scary, either something's wrong with me, or I'm just delusional with bravado.
TWELVE!
That's less than two weeks!
TWELVE!!
That number is seeeeeeeeeeriously cutting too close to 0, and it's not a good thing...
TWEVLE: A CARDINAL NUMBER. Even the dictionary defines this freaky number!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A CARDINAL NUMBER IS!! Arghhh...
Will I leave this stage a better person, or will I be burned and tossed back to square one?