I've got freshly-printed sheets of paper strewn around my room right now. That's because I was reluctantly printing some cheers for tomorrow's Orientation. And I can't be bothered to pick them up lah. I am not even wanting to pack my bag for tomorrow. I'd prolly wake up (late) tomorrow morning and then freak, trying to pack my bag in a few seconds when everything's lying all over the place.

I should really know better. My mum already foresaw that happening and she already warned me earlier on. Like thrice.

I just choked on jolly shandy. I think I am gulping it down too fast. You know, I only had ice-cream fondue and fries for dinner. And I still shared those with Hidayah. Which sounds kinda sad, thinking about it now. I think my mum is still pissed at me for not coming home to dinner tonight. Reason being: A fresh $10 pomfret was on the dinner menu. I feel so terrible.

Well, I chose to dine out (on ice-cream and fries, no less) so that I could spend time with old friends. But then I feel bitter about it. Graaah I don't know how to express myself in words lah. It's like... a day without returns, you know?

I just saw this picture of a classmate, and I think it really bore a strong resemblance to an ostrich. Okay I am being mean.

And I am blogging from the lappy. My newest muse at the moment (: I think my desktop computer's unhappy that I am using more of the lappy than him/her/it. Ohwell, I am only using the computer to play music. It's like all my very nice songs are in iTunes in that com. And this lappy is totally songless. And I need music, if not I'd die in the silence.

Edwin introduced this online pictionary game called iSketch to me yesterday. And I've been hooked ever since. It was really fun last night, when Karen, Prasanna, Taariq, Edwin and I were at it for quite a bit. Go try it out, you can get addicted really easily.

So I was out towning again today. And we really walked hell lot, all thanks to Elroy. We went from one end of Orchard to the other, and then back, and then we headed to Vivocity. And then home. I was feeling really terrible on the way back, 'cos the make-me-wanna-puke-cough is back! And I am hating it! I can cough until I feel like coughing my guts out. It's so painful, raaah.

I've to be earlier in school because some last minute shit wants us to be in school even earlier. But I'm not going to be earlier okay. I am still reaching school at the time the teacher stated. Who knows, I might even be later than the stated time. Ha, knowing me.

Jolly shandy gives me a tummyache. Or maybe its because my stomach's empty and growling at this hour. I've got nothing much to munch on at home. White chocolate's too sweet already.

I want to work... so that I can earn money to shop for myself. I don't like the whole idea about taking money from parents and spending. It's like, I just won't feel good at all? Even getting my monthly allowance from them... I feel not so good about it. Because its practically spending someone's money. Sometimes indiscriminately, yeah.

I don't think Andre is going to be a very happy boy tomorrow.. Because I think Atlas is going down. I really really am crossing my fingers for things to run (fairly) smoothly tomorrow. No huge expectations, just expectations for myself. I shall not be bitchy tomorrow. I shall not be mean. I shall not be pessimistic. I shall be active. I shall not let anything, especially you my dear leader, pull us down into the blardy farking drain.

Still dreading the donning of the new cool sky blue uniform. Gotta work it, baby.