I. Am. Damn. Guai.

Aiyah cannot believe it. Second day of CNY and I'm reading the economist at home. Guai right. (Erm and let's conveniently forget that I have yet to progress past the second page because I am at the same time surfing youtube.) But. The fact that I have that very daunting mag open in front of me shows that I possess a form of courage that is rarely seen in me. It's called homework courage!

Ahahahaha. So lame. I think I'm damn cooped up during cny lah, sitting there making sarcastic commentaries in my head.

And damnit, I hope I don't have to visit that stupid ap senior's house. If I have to see his asking-for-it face I might throw something at his face. Or, you know, somewhere lower. (Though with my throwing skills he might be more worried had I been aiming to miss him. At least then there's a chance of hitting him.)

Grahhh. Don't wanna go visiting. I need to buy school u. (Because I utterly refuse to buy in the school bookshop.) And like, zomg, my mom agreed to alter my skirt. I was like asdfjkhasdkfyuaseAGHAST. Like, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MOM. (But, if I may say so myself, I put up a pretty convincing argument.)

At any rate, the economist is funny. 'Iowa's 3m inhabitants have been dutiful presidential vetters, but why should they (and their odd views on ethanol subsidies) matter so much more than 36m californians?

Why am I freaking listening to 'stupid cupid'? That's it. CNY has meddled with my brain. Must be all the pinapple tarts. Tch.