After 10.435624561357985 years, here I am again. I don't feel like writing something long. But I want to. But I can't. My fingers are too tired. Damn.

Stupid Kom. This is the main reason why I'm now sick of looking at Packy (yuck, this is my laptop's name... help me change it!). I have been in front of my laptop for God knows how long already ang I think my keyboard is protesting already. But what the heck. It's gonna be a long time before I do a marathon typing activity again. So I've been doing my Kom. The consequence of procrastination. *sigh

NEWSFLASH: I finished 31st during the Fun Run last Sunday. I was blue in the face. I was tired (no sleep... stupid Devil Wears Prada). I was dying. But I think I know what kept me going. This may sound gross, but what kept me huffing and puffing (and kicking) was my staring at someone's ***. Yes. A beautiful sight during a beautiful morning can keep me running 'til I drop dead at the fininsh line. This is becoming really gross.

To move on.

Stupid Math exam. I was recalling my high school lessons in the middle of the friggin' exam just to get though! Talk about major mental blackout. And and and. The finals were moved to the 23rd! I already booked a flight out of here and it's for the 21st! Stupid stupid stupid DPSM.

Stupid stupid stupid Bio exam. Will I pass? Full of ecology question. I studied for physiology! Stupid.

At last. I'm over the impulsive book-buying stage. More savings...

I've been eating a lot lately. I'm justifying it with the things people say to me. I'm looking thinner. But my shirts are getting closer and closer to my skin. And tighter. Ang they're choking me. I am committing an error. Parallelism. I'm sorry, Ma'am Shens.

Oh oh oh! I remember. Before and after the Fun Run we (Nil+I) stayed over at JF's house. We can't commute early in the morning so we had to stay overnight at JF's. I ate a lot. I felt that I gained a lot of weight over that weekend. No. I'm reducing. Reducing. Reducing.

Why do I tend to repeat things in this post? I'm dying, that's what. Yes, I don't make sense. Yes, I'm full. Baboy Reflex (thanks to Ms. Gomez I now have a name for this idiotic sleepy reaction people get after eating...a lot)? Yes.

I must read the Eye of the World. I must. Phantom? When? When? Paperback copy? When?

Devil's Food cake. Chocolate Kiss. Yes.

Dream. Sweet. Cake. Mallows. Chocolate. Food.

Bliss...