So now yknow, there's no more surprises.

I asked Miss LOG how will the farmer know if pigs get sick?
She told me to get a pet pig and make it sick and watch it.
Pet pig. P-p. Alliteration! *Oooo*

There is no sense of urgency at all and I usually regret after typing this.
I have POA to study and To Kill A Mockingbird to revise.
Miss LOG told me that I should do poems instead of prose, because I tend to get caught up in trying to analyse every tiny detail there is in a prose.
Poems are picture language stuff. And I think using pictures.
Like me matching your name to your face.
When I grow older, I could be a singer, a writer or an artist.
I was thinking that if I were to be a writer, would I be entirely honest and true?
I wouldn't want to offend anyone or hurt their feelings. Or worse,
Get sued.
I'd like to write an autobiography but I figured that it'd probably be a diary for only my eyes to read.
Social Studies: I don't understand why it's an hour and a half. It's too short and the finger I lean my pen on is getting coarse.
English comprehension: Bloody annoying. I felt like a climber after reading it. I hate anything to do with climbing snowy mountains. I only like standing on top of one watching people ski down to their deaths.

Dinner tonight was pretty awesome because Mummy cooked it and not Johnna.
I wonder what Johnna's doing right now. I wonder if she remembers to buy me seashells from the Philippines.
So I finished my tofu soup and there it was, that pretty little fishball in my bowl screaming "you know you want meeee!!!"
It's the kind with minced meat inside and I've learnt to eat it whole now.
Because I bit into it and the gravy inside squirted out onto my hand and the floor.
I started to laugh and my parents chorused "Aiyoooo!" together.
I love moments like these.
They make me feel like nothing in the world can ever compare to them.
Truth is: NOTHING can ever compare to them.
So here I go, trying to understand accounting principles that people claim to be so simple.
No I'm not dumb, just you wait, reader.
I'm so sorry for blabbering on about exams and everything.
I'm just so satisfied with myself because I actually studied and am going to study.
"Well you were supposed to, Liling."
I know, okay, I know!
I'm satisfied because that's exactly my point: I know.
And I'm doing it
:)

STICKY lollies for Kel's birthday
Caramel waffles for anyone who buys me a pet pig

Oh and if I miss FRIENDS on Star World on Monday nights, I still have Lipstick Jungle to swoon over.
Scenario: In an office lift. In America.
Blondie girl who is not a bimbo says seriously: 'You can't always get what you want.'
Hot African Americano: 'I always get what I want.'
Guy embraces girl andddd.........*KISSSS*
Lift doors close.
Lift doors open and they're standing at both corners of the lift, smiling as people stream in.
I giggled okay. Cos it was so... *aarrgghh* 'cute'.

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