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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Bloody Blisters

Sigh. I LOVE my new KEDS. I just wish they didn't give me blisters the size of 50 cent coins... >_>

This post comemorates the end of my one and only PPL essay, and the beginning of my LMR essay. Whoop de doo. I finished my essay at 12nn on the due day, lol, and I spent like 7 and a half hours footnoting. Hell right? Then I tried handing my essay in online at Turnitin. I thought my Internet was gaga, or maybe my computer was lagging or being lazy, but in the end? My aunt switched off the modem. Lame. I panic over the stupidest things.

After that, I took the bus to the city. Was so surprised it only took 20min+ to reach my stop. O_O Love off-peak hours.

Me and Jess went to lunch at that noodle shop in the small alleyway corridor place, and we saw that weird guy from Red Silks. O_o More like she spotted him and pointed him out to me. And I swear the waiter at the noodle shop can't understand English. He's probably too busy speaking some native dialect to realise that Australia is an English country. =_=;;

Jess was also explaining to me about the merits of a host club. But I didn't get it, and I don't think I ever will. If there was a host club set up as a CCA in S'pore, you definitely won't be getting an A1 for your CCA grade, that's for sure, lol! I mean, sure, meet new friends and all, but only because they're shuai? HAHA. I'd rather do volunteer work at SPCA or at Unicef and meet guys who don't have to be nice to you just because they HAVE to. XD I would rather a guy be nice to me because he thought I was worth being nice to. And that would be splendid, don't you think? <3

But off the topic of host clubs...I'm having a brain-drain session right now because I'm not thinking straight. Seriously. All this while I'm typing almost blindly what I'm literally thinking because I think my brain has ceased to function. So if I have lots of typos please let it pass. GAH. I feel as though none of the gears are clicking in my head, like everything's gone deathly still.

And there you are thinking, "Oh, she's just realised she's stupid."

And about the Virginia Tech incident, why do I have to get flamed because of my opinion? Just because I think the leniency of gun laws in America and the NRA are partly to blame doesn't make me a blonde idiot. I also have a second humble wish: if people want to have a rational argument, please don't TYPE IN CAPITALS and curse every third word in a sentence. How am I supposed to defend my opinion if I get swear words thrown in my face like confetti??? Sheesh.

Just because I think I'm an idiot doesn't mean I always AM an idiot.

I swear my printer guzzles black ink like limousines guzzle oil.

...is what I said. Savvy? 10:16 pm