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Sunday, March 25, 2007
the lament of the slacker
oh my gosh, why am i such a slacker?! :( right now my brain is dying, my eyes are dying.. aaaahhhahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.. that was an ah by the way, not an elongated hahaha.. my house is in a state of i dunno what to call it, chaos, i guess.. i think/guess it all started with me, now everybodys packing too.. i started with trying to create some semblance of neatness from my room, and whenever that happens, what results is always an even bigger mess.. guess what, i found so many things haha.. like ALL THREE bio notes i supposedly lost before the bio paper.. and even more photos of me and qiyi at our very first zoo trip in sec one, both looking like some weird kids hahaha.. and adeles yoyoma cd.. and more stuff belonging to both of them.. (yes if i happen to have anything of yours, please please tell me so that i can keep an eye out for it) and guess what.. i found my HARMONY FILES.. kind of felt like dying.. and lets see, lots of stuff from yesteryear.. my room is like a treasure trove of things from the past.. like every drawer or obscure corner has some stuff that i decided that i wasnt gonna throw away at some point in time, either that or i completely forgot about it.. so i kinda kiv-ed the whole packing up the subsequent mess, no matter the war-zone-ish-ness of my room, and im trying to like do some work now but to my dismay/horror of horrors, my brain has like rusted behind and i have no idea how and where to begin.. you know like how they say that in order to learn you actually have to form new synapses in your brain, and when youre old you lose your memory because no new synapses are formed but since you dont use your brain as much, the rest of the synapses kinda disintegrate/die-off from the lack of use.. yeah thats me, somewhat fastforwarded a couple of decades.. and theres like so much to do i have like zero idea where to begin.. methinks i need another holiday.. like another week, or actually another two weeks.. a month will be too long, ill probably start slacking again right off.. yes i am INCORRIGIBLE, i know.. ah, what am i to do with myself.. oh but anyways, i am so gonna recycle tomorrow, and i am super proud of myself for that haha, even though i havnt actually done the deed, but yeah.. i mean think about it, when was the last time you actually recycled, or did something for the earth that you live in, and for the most part, take for granted.. the last time i (partially) cleared out my room i had this HUGE stack of papers to go recycle, but it was so large i was so lazy to actually lug it to a recycling bin.. then either of my parents got tired of these huge piles/bags of papers that they just threw it away one day.. yeah.. but yes this time im really gonna recycle okay.. yes for all who didnt know, ac actually has a recycling bin for paper only.. i myself found out like after one whole year in school, so fast right.. anyways, you know right besides soft boiling eggs, i wanna learn how to make jam next.. anybody got any idea how to make nice jam? any flavour also can.. haha i remember when i was younger i tried to make butter cos the barney show showed that if you put milk in a jar and you kept on shaking, somehow it would turn to butter.. not sure how correct that was though, cos mine certainly stayed as milk.. a rather frothy, bubbly milk, but still milk.. i even put salt in it cos apparently butter is salted? anyways, jam anyone?
3:23 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
