lippost

I can't wait for sunday. I hate how the end of each of my days and consequentially my week trails off like uh (searches for metaphor halfheartedly, too stoned find). It bloody annoys me how some retarded thing like a wasted hour+ in chinese can utterly destroy any modicum (woohoo SATs) of happiness i started out the day with, leaving me helpless as my time is taken away from me (wasting your own time is different).

Dinner saddens me these days. I am in absolutely no mood to say anything and there's only so much one can try to force a conversation. How was school? Ok. Why are you eating so little? Not hungry. Found girlfriend yet? (weaklaugh) No. Going early tomorrow morning? (feels arm)Yes. Free tonight? No. Want fruits? No. Stressed? No. What time you finish tomorrow? Don't know. Going to kembangan this saturday? No. Shove food into mouth, finish, leave. Oh well. It's raining again.

On a random note i indulged in a yanyan today that is like my favourite ever cuz it has little animals on the sticks and you can practice the ultimate art of rationing the strawberry cream exactly so the last stick clears the last swirl of pinkstuff. I lost my touch, cleared it on the second last one. Boo hoo.