loner.

tragic i tell you.


after the whole sad episode in the morning, went to sch and watch the girls play touch. not many went. couldn't really join them coz of the flu bug. but i did run one round with my shirt and jeans just to catch up with peiyong who was doing her runs. ahahs. well done marian, u made it-1 round.



then, another bad news flowed it.
again, with regards to bowling.
didn't do will for the COE assessment. maybe like. sh*t.



and.
of all the time to get sick.
seriously, its not helping.


was really frustrated.
so i played DJ max on the 1hr bus ride, full blast, level 10.
and i hit high score. that was nice.



then, my ipod batt went flat on the way home. i was like. ok. so what's next.




i usually take the stairs up home in the name of healthy lifestyle.
but today, felt really gloomy to make e extra effort. so i took the lift.
the lift came, and, when i was abt to go in, my mum and sis were coming out. thanks for such a dramatic coincidence huh. they didn't tell me wad time their flight was. they're gg korea for holiday. i couldn't coz of SIP. sis can't find other timing coz of her leave thing.

so yea, i could watch them go.


omg. i was damn sad for that moment can. i looked down as i walked pass my corridor, watching them hailing for a cab. when i got home, darkness faced me.
damn emo pls.
i was sniffing, with my nose blocked.
and very hungry.


i cooked up porrige, egg and the canned braised nuts. i finished the whole pot alone, watching the chinese drama alone. after that, washed up all the pots that had sticky porridge stucked to it. switched off all the lights, walked into my room, locked the door and typing this blog now.





that was damn emo. and its gg to be like that for the next 8-9 days? gosh. i dun even know went they're coming back.



tmr's the NYAA Gold award ceremony, its quite an prestigious award. my parents was invited. on the day they boooked the tour, on the day i recieved the letter. so yea, i'm gg to collect smth thats quite cool tmr and my mum won't be there.


i dun usually like my mum to see me collect awards and stuff like that,coz she'll probably be plain bored waiting and i dun think she would really understand the whole pt of it. thus, brining home the award is happy enough for her. but tmr's kinda different. coz its like a national thing whereby the ministers are gg to be there and so on.


yea. and i'm still looking darn right sick with my eyes all puffed up and nose drippin like free.
honestly, i hope tmr will be a better day.



i miss my dad alot.
its like, i'm starting to forget how he sounds like. i can only rmbr his loud snores and stupid laughters.









dont like being such a girl.