Wednesday, July 05, 2006
*waves hands helplessly*
Sigh. GAH. How do you convert a .RIF image file??? Grarh. *darkly* I should have known it would come to this... NOTHING works out the way you want it to (ie. I have expectations...). The worst of all is that no one cares. If I rant about this to someone, it wouldn't take a genius to know that that person will look at me as if I were a three-eyed semi-demon from Hulaland. Oh well... Tsh. Nothing much happened yesterday AGAIN. Ever wonder why history repeats itself so frequently in my case? Nothing much happened the day before yesterday, and nothing much happened yesterday either. Deja vu? Stuff it. The little else that happened was that my cuz and I ended up peering at the computer screen watching "Underworld Evolution" since that new Soniq player couldn't play it. WTH. What's a plasma TV for anyway??? It was kinda nice though. I was in one of those flash gloomy moods, you know? The ones that pounce on unsuspecting tweens like me, during puberty. So I just needed a happy ending to lighten up my crappy mood, so thank you Selene, and Michael. After all, happy endings provide a sorta blissful escape from reality...a great alternative to stoning at your bedroom ceiling, anyhow...
Stayed up last night to gobble up Meg Cabot's "Avalon High", then finally finished devouring it at about 5.30am. Which would be about the time I woke up for school in S'pore. Fascinating. And my clothes haven't dried. Gosh, back home, they'd have been fried to a crisp right now, And I'd have crispy, flaky...errr...not-quite-clothes-ish...thingamajigs... Oh, I finally got down to some exercising yesterday, after contemplating all my fats for a time. Hey hey, not MY fault *glares accusingly at full cream mik*. I am stunned and appalled at my fitness level. I got to somewhere around 14 sit-ups and almost died superduperhyperventilating, DESPITE the carpetted flooring... I just KNOW that, somewhere in the not-so-unimaginable future, I'll become this lardass bachelorette chomping Tim Tams in front of the telly. Depressing, isn't it? When the three fates allow you a glimpse into your not-so-appetising future...
Perk up time, though. Will be catching "Dead Man's Chest" in the cinemas next Saturday, so at least I must SURVIVE long enough to catch another glimpse of Jack Sparrow and gaze into his kohl-rimmed eyes...~~~ *ahem* (btw Adlin, you can have Johnny Depp, I just want Jack, is all). Dum de dum dum dum, can't wait... But apparently my holiday homework can...even the spiders have gotten friendly with the sheaves of papers on my desk...and floor...and cupboard...and bed...and dressing table... ... ... ... This is what happens in the absence of a nagging mom. Go anarchy!!! Guess I'll go munch on "Fahrenheit 451" now~
Stupid .RIF formats.
...is what I said. Savvy?
2:45 pm
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June 2006