Ok. A mild attack of paranoia made me change my blog address for a while. But just in case...

Y: Please let me know if you've managed to find this somehow. Or else.

Other than that, things are pretty normal. I still dislike working, I still wish for something to happen to the A level results so that they will be lost forever, yadda yadda yadda.

Not really.

Quick and easy solution: If you don't sleep, you can't oversleep!

:D

Waiting for 8 o'clock to come... It's 5am now.

Good Gods what's wrong with you guys?! Is this some kind of joke that you've all conspired together to play on me?!?!

I know it's Chinese New Year and all that, and that it's a Chinese festival, but was it really necessary to send me CHINESE smses?! And it's not just simple, 4 character smses like GONG XI FA CAI or anything like that (figures. I'll never be that lucky.), they have to be giganormous, obscure texts that fills the entire screen. DO YOU KNOW HOW DEPRESSED I GET JUST LOOKING AT THEM??

In the past I would try to read them - which means storing them in the phone for months and months until I'd get fed up and just delete them without reading. Now, I delete them straight away.

OOPS, sorry if I hurt any of your feelings. But you should know better than to send me CHINESE smses anyway. The next time I get an sms in Chinese I shall hunt the person down and stuff the kitten into his/her throat. The kitten loves to pee on people.

helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp.

I do not want to celebrate CNY. Blah. Too many people. Would be a good time to catch up on my reading though. The only thing I can do in relatives' houses is read. Good reading time. Hate visiting. Useful form of torture the ancient Chinese invented. Useful kind of people to perpetuate it. Useful culture.

fuck.