8.55 am

a barrage of _ at 8.55 am on a sunday morning was a sign...

EITHER of my extreme importance
OR that the world hates me.

COME ON!

in my world, it's practically illegal to be awake and functioning at 8.55 am.

_ being

1. an overseas call from my sister. [read: one of those seasonal my-world-has-come-crashing-down-everything-has-gone-wrong calls] if that were/was the only way i'd get to hear from her, then i wish her world came crashing down more often. KIDDING. i love her so.

2. incoming call from the boy in camp. [read: i ended my sister's call.] heh.

3. a personal fashion consultant situation with carol. [read: one of those to-wear-the-bra-with-halter-strap-showing-above-spag-top-or-not moments] even at 8.55 in the morning, she looked great, but NO ONE should ever leave the house with two/too many straps. ha. ha.

4. my brother barges in and turns off the aircon. [read: my brother barges in and turns off the aircon. ] when it got shut off at 6am, i crawled out of bed and turned it back on. this time, i was too darn tired to argue. as we all know how much i hate sleeping in humidity, you can tell how dead i must've been not to have bothered. for *'s sake! i came home at 5 am and slept even later. give me a BRR-AKE.

onto a separate subject.

as i am too unbothered and unfazed (mostly unbothered) to write about it, i shall let my past words do the talking on my current self's behalf.
school has begun 10th dec 2004
school has begun 30th may 2005

onto a separate-r subject.

4 more ugly shirts to go/sew. she's not letting up. 'i'm not letting you get away with it this time' are her words, exactly.

whoo-hoo. in-spi-ra-tio-nal.

now, if only she were referring to the mosquitoes zooming around my room, instead of me.

night night. mwah.

p/s: i can't stop writing about you in my diary.

p/p/s: i heard the song from my previous post on the radio, mere seconds before commencing this entry. cool.