:) hee!

Mmmm.
*munch munch munch*
This feels so good.
Fresh Australian cherries + Neapolitan ice cream + Corntoz
Mmmh.
*munch munch munch*
I don't think I would mind the extra kgs gained today for all the happiness I'm getting now. Either way, I think I deserve at least a little bit of it for all the weight lost walking around KKB and playing on the obstacle courses. :D
I WILL MASTER MY FEARS COME DECEMBER 9. (Doesn't that sound like a movie tagline?) Just you watch. ;)
Lunch was so good. Yum. :) And I'm still eating. There's just way too much chocolate in the fridge. Ah, and now Kickapoo too. :)
I feel this great sense of satisfaction. After all, I'm home from a field trip, full and sleepy. This feels so good. :) Probably because of it's rarity.

But I'll be off in a few hours. Got more work to do; painting. How fun. :) After a field trip, an art project! Today is becoming a love. :)

Jeremiah 9:23-24. Found this awesome verse in the bus. :)
And look at what I learnt to do! ♥

notifications.

I HAVE FINISHED READING BRISINGR! :)

And thoroughly enjoyed it with minimal headache. After all, how could anyone get a headache actually wanting to absorb the many twists and thrills and elegant, fluid language of Christopher Paolini? (Even if I constantly felt my proficiency and vocabulary of the English language being totally belittled.)
Although after Patrick gave me the major spoiler on Eragon's father not being Morzan I kinda figured the identity of his real father before I got to it. Potong stim je.
And no matter how intriguing I find the books, I just cannot wrap my head around the way Paolini thinks. I mean, I could be writting the story with the exact same plot, exact same outcomes and yet think of completely different reasoning and courses of direction for the characters. I mean, if I were Eragon, I too would openly oppose and rebel against Galbatorix but not because of the reasons he gave Oromis. And after three books, I still can't anticipate his next move, even if I can anticipate all the surprises in the plot because after all we've been through with the drama script ideas this year, anticipating twists has just become a part of me. And I still think Roran's a bit of a major nutter.
Nonetheless, hurry up with the fourth book Paolini, you've had two years now!
:)

I haven't visited an optician yet and I've abandoned my medication. Don't give me that look like I know you're doing, O Concerned Ones. The headache frequency and intensity has been on a steady decline, so there's naught to worry about. :) Anyway, I must make sure I get the perfect pair of glasses (if I ever need one, which I highly defend that I do not), so let me take my time, okay? Thou shall not worry, says Matthew 6:34. No incident of pain equivalent to the Mandarin mass registration has occurred and I doubt it will occur because I'm trying to take better care of my eyes now. I'll be fine, pinky-promise. :)

THANK GOD IT'S (going to be) FRIDAY! Because I (baa) will be reunited with my fellow MUNKEHS! 'Nuff said. :)

I want a mandolin (and so I will buy myself one after having saved enough money after buying my own piano unless you would be kind enough to buy one for me). I just find the thing so cute. If you do not know what a mandolin is, O One-Living-Under-Musically-Repelling-Rock, here is a picture. :)

Isn't it AWESOME. (Note: that is a statement.) After watching The Band Perry and Switchfoot apply it to great songs, I have decided I must learn how to play one. And I will, someday somehow. :)

Should I go tomorrow? Ahh. I don't know. Gutless Sam the Sheep with no wool! Stop being so lazy. =.=" Fine. I'll go. Because I know I'm going to miss and resent not going one fine day two months away.

"YEAAARGH" bleats the Sheep.

Peeved. Peeved. Peeved.
No, not at my Add Math results, even if Pn. Liew will not give me a C. I will live with it and not get a D for mid-years next year.
Yes, at you, YouTube. You watch out.

Exams are over. White-hair-inducing period with losts of weird bleats fom Sam the Sheep is coming.
Oh, how fun.

You. Are actually a nice person who can draw way better than me so I'm sorry if I messed up the wall. BUT I DREW THREE FLOWERS ON THE WALL IN BLOCK C WHICH I WILL LOOK AT NEARLY EVERY DAY NEXT YEAR. :D Ain't that cool? I finally got to draw on a wall. :) Can you believe I didn't draw on the walls as a kid? What a deprived child I was. But I'm catching up. :)

It's holidays. DAMN STRESSED, MAN. Can we just like skip this Thursday because if I am not executed I know I will shoot myself? And Friday too, because it comes with such an awful decision. Let's just go strainght to...Saturday. Evening. Because I don't want to go through the morning. And then we'll leave it at Saturday evening forever. Because I don't want Sunday, or Monday, when I'm getting the rest of my results or...any other day. Actually, I don't want anything.

Just give me a...chocolate bar. To relieve me of this pain and heartache and headache and whatever other ache I have.