i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

i am tired.i wouldnt have gotten out of bed if the thought of today is exam day flashed through my head.and abang's handphone was ringing so god damned loud la.and him being ever so deaf cant hear it blasting.even when i woke him up he went back to sleep.toot head.

did the usual.i didnt have the mood to dress up so i slacked my way through the wardrobe then went out.called *my cheena cause was working in the morning so i assumed *my cheena to be up.but *my cheena did not go to work cause was down with the stomach flu.alamak.i panicked a bit cause *my cheena had been vomitting since 5am.not a good thing.so i let *my cheena rest.

the paper was not greatly done.i literally did not know what i was writing about which is not good.i forgot the one of the 6Ps in the marketing mix and i generally did not write the essays with enough depth to cover my ass.i was just really tired and sleepy and worried.yea.*my cheena and i did not text for the whole day so i did the next best thing after i had lunch.sleep.i am a pig.anyway slept til 7.15.then we texted a bit and *my cheena had to take medication.so im sure *my cheena is in wozzy land right now.

well.i think im going to have a reealllyy early night.i is to sleep now.

my turn to cook maggi and make hot milo.