I am feeling so, so, so horrible I am in no mood to study. Oh who am I kidding- since when am I ever in a mood to study. Haha. My throat feels like somebody had raked a pitchfork over it again and again, then poured hydrochloric acid over the raw wounds AND then for a final touch, blended up chili padi and tossed the burning bits over it. Oh, my sincerest apologies for the graphic description. I really ought to monitor my tongue (or in this case, fingers?) and thoughts more.
Not.
I was actually shivering just now while sitting on the couch. So now I have on my comfy cardigan and am armed with a 32oz water bottle. I have a feeling I'll be finishing that before 6 o'clock, judging from the way I'm chugging from it every minute. Curse you, sore throat!!
Here's an errant tale: Whilst I was bathing just now, I suddenly noticed that a painting roller kept coming into my vision. Scared the crap out of me because I thought some foreign worker was going to climb up the ladder and well. You get the idea. {Ladder + open window in my toilet = not good}
Ah I hate the current repainting job. Our building looks nice and rundown anyway. I hate the new white, I loved the ivory, but nooo~ Government and their stupid policies. Well hiphiphurrah for them because from now till God knows when, we're going to have weirdo painters staring into our houses as they paint the building again.
Just something that I found hilarious[ly true]:

Oh and I didn't manage to scan a copy of my envelope to Min, or rather I forgot to, but heheh I think it's one of my best cards yet. Yay I love birthday cards. Seriously. I think they're like the most important part of the present. So yeah, yay best f's 15 like me now
