sweet catastrophe

I have been brainwashed and driven insane by something called "mathematics".

Ohhhhhhh dear this is baaaaaad. I told my mum that the singapore(an) idol encore telecast started at "seven-point-three" when I meant seven thirty. And I put the cornflakes in the fridge. CORNFLAKES IN THE FRIDGE. Did I mention that I am now seeing green little boxes each one millimetre thick because of the fricking graph paper?

How wonderful.

Ah well, this is what you get from spending the entire day on maths homework. And I have to say that I hate, dislike, detest, abhor, whatever, REDRAWING GRAPHS. And of course using the french curve, but that is pretty much needless to say.

Richard gere's pretty charming, I have to say. *watching runaway bride for the third time* Actually I thought that way since ages ago but that's okay.

This is a pointless entry.

My parents haven't bought me the phone ): Oh and conclusion of the week is that I will never ever ask others for their opinions again. When I chose the t630 everyone told me to take the k500. When I changed my mind to the k500 everyone told me to take the other one so WHAT IS THE POINT.

Oh and Sylvester's voice seriously needs tuning.

Oops.