Your Humble Narrator

stomachache.

Boring night. I'm having this horrid headache and nothing will make it go away. My room's in a worst mess than usual and I'm having CCA tomorrow.

All in all, I dont think I'm in a very good mood.

Though some chocolate ice cream definitely helped, I still feel like crap. It's the CCA, i tell you, if i didnt have CCA tomorrow I would be bouncing along happily like a bun having fun.

I swear one day I will clean up my room for REAL, not just shove everything into new IKEA cupboards and shelves that I make my parents buy so I can shove things into.

Tennis was okay, it didnt rain. Was a bit boring and demoralising, because we were next to this Wonder Family- one mum and 3 daughters, all freaking consistently fast.

.. darn i promised myself I would learn Metallica's Nothing Else Matters by the end of this week and I'm still on the introduction.

I feel tired. Did too many things in too few days, I suppose. On tuesday the Godmother dragged my mum and I out for a day of shopping and craziness, and on wednesday the three of us hit Orchard Road then stayed out so late that they had to chase us out of the building so they could close. We ended up having supper at Chomp Chomp (mmm, STINGRAY and CARROT CAKE!!!) and this morning we woke up to drive all the freaking way to East Coast to have fishball mee pok.

As the brother puts it, we went out from 9-11am, two hours, ate for ten minutes. Not only travelling time, it was so popular that we had to wait an hour for seven bowls.

Oh well.

Damn you, CCA. I hate you. Hate you hate you hate you hate you hate you.

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In the darkness where the angels cry,
'Give us water, give us back our eyes'
Our beds, this concrete floor, is
All we have left to live for
A day we'll never face.
We're only second-handed, sick, and lonely,
Fighting back the tears and
Every urge to Van Gogh both our ears.

earcandy: WE'VE HAD ENOUGH- alkaline trio.