Sunday, October 23, 2005

Listening to: Our Lips are Sealed by Hilary and Haylie Duff

Please overlook the lame song selection, I make do with what I have. I hurt my hand yesterday, and it seriously hurts like a bitch of massive proportions when it comes in contact with water. So I innocently asked my sis to wash my hair for me.

Bloody bad call of judgement.

Whether it was out of good intentions or just sheer spasticity (I also susupected that she was taking the chance to torture me, but shall leave her the benefit of doubt for now), she scrubbed and I really meant scrubbed my crowning glory like a common-place washing board. I can only pray that the next time I comb my hair, there won't be new discoveries of bald spots. I betcha half the residents of Simei estate heard my squeals and strangled cries.

Painful reminiscing aside (pun totally intended), I'm so looking forward to the new mod. Ok, so it sucks that we dun have any hols in between, but at least it sounds cool. Radio and Television production! wahhaa, I think I've found my calling, peeps. Shall resolute to be more serious and not skip so much classes.

Plus, HALLOWEEN is only in a few days! So much things to do and so little time. Sigh, anyone willing to sponsor me a lifetime supple of prozac?

Who needs love?