Been driving my poor bf crazy with rampant, wild screechings of Xmas carols, for the whole of this month. Brought him a fair amount of embarrassment too, I'd say.

I can't help it. Unless u've been hanging ard in Hawaii (in which case, aloha to you & welcome to my blog), you can't miss the chillingly breezy mornings for the past 1 2 3 weeks. Try getting out of bed every morning @ 6am in a I-want-to-curl-up-in-my-warm-&-snuggly-bed mood. Perpetual dilemma to either get highly irritated or just sigh @ the beautiful weather outside. *butterflies flying out of armpits @ sound of aaaAAAaaahhh... go read prev entry*

Darling, if you feel that my screechings have increased considerably, here's why:



Yes, my dad has horrid grammar.

Ever the subtle one, he kindly reminded my goingtobebotaksoon acne-prone brother about the lack of comforts of home coming his way. Meanwhile...

I can't wait to kope his iPOD WAHAHAHAHA!!!

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Remember the weight gain I had a while back?
Remember how horrified I was even thou I have a weighing machine @ home???

Well, here's why:



They say don't blame the equipment when the fault lies in you... or something like that.
Well, well, well, EAT YOUR WORDS, BUSTER bwahahaha

Yawn... tiring day.