Since the melt-down of our desktop, I've composed countless entries on my mind and never got the opportunity to post it. Now opportunity is thrown at me, I'm too lazy to give a detailed update. I just want to sit here and enjoy each passing minute of glorious internet and generally every wonderful function this fabulous IT gadget has to offer.

As we open the door to december, we come to face with the biggest cross on my annual calender (excluding my 3rd anniversary which was last 18th ). Mushy love notes aside, this month I'll be celebrating my 2nd decade on earth. Wow-o-wow-o-wow. The idea that I'll be 20 in four days is daunting; at the same time, I'm so psyched I've got adrenaline shooting out of my ears.

This birthday, I don't want much; let me lie on the sofa in the direct line of a fan, unlimited supply of Tom yam, Ben & Jerry's, Kit kats and plenty of books. Mmm-mmm. Yeah, why not?

It took me about 10 minutes to type the above. I had to re-type 'psyched' about 3 times before I got it right. To think I thought I could blindly jab my way around. Being sleepy played with a person's acuity. I am so inexplicably heavy with fatigue, it feels like my head is slowly caving in. I think it might be PMS-related. Which brings me to the topic of my swinging moods. Warning: faster than monkeys swing from tree to tree.

I like to think that I'm entitled to be prissy and bitchy because I've used up today's, this month's, hell, maybe even NEXT year's reserves of good girl. I'm done with people clinging onto my tailcoat of success. Pffft.


Pictures in uniforms.

Nothing beats the IJ uniform I wore for 10 years but aye, what the uniform lacked, the company made up.

Affectionately christened 'Ugly Betty'.

The ladies who make school more bearable.

This new skin's nice and clean and easy on the eyes, but can someone scratch the "Will you?" part? It sounds too needy. Complain, complain, complain. A girl's got to do what she does best.

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WATCH THIS YOU DOOFOOS.
For a mere 4 minutes 32 seconds, this is the best laugh ever.

An over-analyzed Bollywood film.

"Who put the goat in there. The yellow goat I ate?!? oOOoooOoOo...!"

Ohmy(fill in the blank), hahahaha! I can't take it, this is ingenious.

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