<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/469068678278567313?origin\x3dhttps://deebeebeedee.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
;uptown girl
Monsters see monsters do.

we age more than a century.
that BOO monster.

;voices
cbox cbox cbox.
get one here.

;takingoff
your friends' links go here:D

friend
friend
friend
friend

;archive

;goodbye
Sunday, January 13, 2008 5:25 AM♥

the boyfriend is heading town tonight without me.

the aunt is in town and he has to ask her help pass the bottles of GNC pills to his dad.

weekends are too damn short for me to haf a good rest. the new jap characters in my worksheets is churning up every part in me. i thought i had better go revise before i got a red mark for the test this coming friday. i failed my task for the day darn badly.. conclusion... nv put me at home to mug. cos' i can nv discipline myself to do the necessary revisions at HOME. I'm gg to get back home straight after work tomorrow and be a student for at least an hour. that's my target.

the weekends dint go down the drain without me mugging thou'. i tidy up my wardrobe and help the family do ironing. you know what, it's always some painful incidents that hit me hard and remember a lesson learnt. just like tidying up the wardrobe, it took me practically 3 hours to have my jeans and blouses hang in place. if i were to buy new apparel, my wardrobe gonna burst and it will not only take the blardy 3 hours.. but at least 5 hours for more pieces. Next, i need to remind myself not to change my clothes more than two times a day... mum washed all our clothes with her bare hands, very capable of her.. and i can't imagine me doing what she has always been doing for all these years. Come to the ironing part, i iron these clothes like mad.. it took me crazy hours standing to do the back and forth action and i believe my right arm gonna ache tomorrow. sigh.. tomorrow. yeah, another week of work.

Monday blues.