I just gotta have this date in my blog =)

Sugarbunnies team! Haha

Esplanade (es-pla-na-de)

  Okay, I'm getting nervous, real nervous. 12.40am, I'm leaving in like, 7 hours. I'm totally panicking, I couldn't eat the whole day and I only had lunch. Lunch was 10 hours ago. If only my appetite was like this every day, I bet I'd get really thin and not fat and maybe eventually turn to a pile of dust, yay me. 

  I really should be getting to bed but somehow I feel like I'm forgetting something, something important (?). I'm gonna go take over the world for Awesomasia! I mean, a small part of the world, a really really small, clean, chewing-gum-free part of the world... So yeah, I can't really think of anything good to write about and I also can think of writing anything good, gooooodnight world then.

I'll miss everyone, uhh, I lied. It's just 7 days okay.

Learn to pack in 3 easy steps

Step 1: Prepare all your items to bring, and I mean ALL

Step 2: Put items into your luggage, wait, by 'put' I mean 'stuff', stuff everything inside

Step 3: Close your luggage. Caution: You might have trouble closing your luggage. This can be solves by sitting/stepping/standing/lying down on top of your luggage and zipping it up. Side-effects may vary.

  Congratulations! You have successfully completed the 3 steps for packing! You are now an official packing master! *clap clap clap*

Today I'm going to rap about a hard life, because my life is hard, like a rock

Got your attention didn't I? Haha. I ain't gonna rap, not in this lifetime, or the next and the next and any lifetimes to come.

  Yesterday was the craziest day ever, in band I mean. We were going from Magellan to STTSS new campus and back to Magellan again, like crazyy. The new campus is totally like a desert. A desert that has the best desserts! After doing whatever we gotta do, there was cake and food. And it was awesome, I didn't even know they'd serve food that good. But then, out of plates, had to scavenge off share someone else's plate, darn. The school's kinda pretty, reminds me of either an office, or a rehabilitation center with the lack of windows.

There are too much coincidences in life =)

Honey and Clover

  How unfortunate. I was cooking just now and the extremely hot and boiling and high heat capacity cooking oil suddenly exploded! *gasp* Nah... It didn't explode literally, I would have died. Well, it just splashed out suddenly and my poor finger, my poor poor finger now has a humongous patch of grossness. But then, it's not really humongous, I just said that for the dramatic effect. It's just pretty much the size of an island, a really really really small uninhabitable island that looks like a mosquito bite. Terrible, it burns! And it's gross!

  On the bright side, Tshung Tsin Night(s) is finally over! It's such a waste of time bother to perform just one song and have the whole situation turn into something like moving day. I didn't watch it this year, not one bit, not that I want to. I heard everyone said that it's boring but whatever. Tomorrow, I mean today, is going to be another super extremely exhausting day. Gosh, it's 12.30am already! I should get to bed, goodnight world.

Obsessive-compulsive-not

  It is official (according to me), that I am constant fatness positive, which means I suffer from constant fatness! Nightmare! And no, I am so not obsessed with my weight, I repeat, I am not. And I don't have any eating disorders, probably just some overeating disorders I guess. But still, I'm like, getting fatter with each passing second and minute and hour and day. I don't care, I must go workout or something! I've got six pack flab and flab over my flab and uhh, you get the picture.

  Well, now it's down to 3 days and 23 hours and 34 minutes and 23 seconds. Work hard, play hard, pray even harder. 

And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide

Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side

Jump for joy and fall in despair

4 DAYS??!! Oh wait, it's 4 days and 23 hours and 35 minutes and 32 seconds. I'll just assume it's 5 days.

Guess what? I'm not chosen for national service! (most likely, unless the government are liars). Whee!

Ignorance is your new best friend

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

-Robert Frost-

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

  That's the greatest poem ever, so far I guess.

 The list for the national service just came out today, or so I was told. It was like the world completely changed without me, creepy. I was taking a nap and when I woke up I was bombarded with messages about the annoying crappy and time wasting national service thing thing thingy. That was utterly shocking, coming out of the blue like that. I hope and pray and beg and wish and pray and hope and pray and hope that I'm not one of the unfortunate. Sigh sigh sigh... The government is totally ignoring me! I sent out the message to check for like, 3 times and they completely ignored me. You cannot ignore me! I paid your overpriced rip-off payment to check!

  Okay, I think I'm suffering from some sort of temporary anxiety disorder. I can't think straight and I feel paranoid and nervous. Gah! For once, I admit I am a paranoid at heart but I prefer to be referred to as panicking without specific reason and/or because of irrational reasons. Maybe I am paranoid but then, the world is just too calm, way too calm.

  By the way, Sabina and Joshua are creepy and diabolical, you guys are starting to scare me with your blackmailing ways... Haha. Awesomasia needs doctors! I need a doctor to diagnose me with some fatal disease like severe death or curable cancer or allergic to air or something like that. Right, I shall now get back to freaking out and panicking about Esplanade!

I AM YOU

I am you or I am not you? That is a question I'd rather not answer.

  Finally, I decided to work on my procrastination problem or as my guide would call it, a non issue. So, I got this terrible motivating book that is trying to brainwash me into thinking I'm not a loser help me deal with my 'non issue'. Well, it's not going so well, it's going badly actually. I read the book till chapter 2 and I just can't bear to read no more. It was pretty interesting in the beginning but then it's really hard to follow. It's like, telling me that procrastination has it's cons, though I strongly disagree but whatever. Just because PROcrastination is spelled with a pro, does not make it a good thing and also does not give it pros. I don't believe you, you motivational book!! You're a liar!! Liar, liar, pages on fire! 

Panic! at the bandroom

  Now it's down to 8, 8, 8, magical 8. It's scary and exciting at the same time, just great.

Sigh, the road less taken, or the road expected to take (?)

The Ugly Barnacle

  Once, there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End.

iWumbo, everyone is using it. =)

The Final Countdown *cue dramatic music*

  13, 13, 13, 13, 13! 13's my lucky number or it could be my extremely-bombastically-unlucky number. But still, 13, 13, 13 and 13... Anticipation and nervousness all balled up into one big blob, cool huh.

p.s. To Joshua and Sabina, 158 is not that significant anymore, 13 is way better, haha

On another totally unrelated note,