at least I talk about it keep a pattern of flattery
geek in the pink, jason mraz.
i feel really bad for my mother because she spent all weekend doing 500 names of some school thing manually on the computer and now her thumb drive is corrupted and she has to retype all the names.
when i saw the corrupted message, i felt tears in my eyes. oh, poor mummy. guess i'll be at home this weekend typing with her.
besides that, kenneth, the love of my life, came over to prepare himself for his possible imac. that immaculate product of apple. that oh-so-gorgeous piece of machinery. i cannot imagine what it will be like launching photobooth for the first time and clicking the beautiful icons on that magnificant monster of a machine.
and on top of that, we played iLike quiz on face book for 45mins non-stop together and he kept yelling the crash burnout-inspired-warcry: TAKEDOWN! everytime he got a question right. eh, at least he's scoring somewhere.
and on top of that, me and sera went spending our non-existent money today at bugis, letting out our inner lians to get the best prices for our buys. not bad, in the end we got what we wanted.
and on top of that, the doctor has dignosed me as SERVERLY ALLERGIC TO ALCOHOL. it's like saying you are allergic to air. srsly, when i heard it i laughed and tried to tell her that my rash (ok, it's not that bad) was not itchy la, not irritating. she looked at me and smiled, "alcohol only what, not say water or what." she insults the pleasure in life, how dare the atrocities that spew from her lips! it's like insulting mother theresa - the representative of good and kindness. or insulting a carebear, a defenseless, semi-harmless, feel-good remedy to boring saturday
and on top of that, i had a slumber party deux at kris's place just for the heck of it. we ate cookies and chips, watched chick flicks, read our old letters to each other, wore pajamas, gossiped about 'lack-of-sex/love/men' in our lives and took one too many cookie-induced-high photos.
i'm typing backwards.
fuck, my journal is due on thursday and i am suppose to have 9 articles in.
as of now, i have 5.
and i haven't wrote 5 complete ones.
damn you mass comm + real life.
