It’s difficult to pass a day without enduring my extremely annoying sister. For information, the PSLE is just approximately a month away, but she’s still whiling her days away, wasting those precious minutes and seconds. No amount of nagging, coaxing, coercing, threatening, and prep-talk suffices; nothing brainwashes her. She still living in her own little lalaland, so I’m just waiting for the good show she’ll put up when she scrambles to finish revision, if she ever does any, at the eleventh hour. Then I’ll have the last laugh.
I’m too lazy to count down to my birthday this year; it’s true, birthdays have become just a self-imposed statute to mark the day everyone saw you naked. Little wonder they called it a birthday suit. My temper’s improved as the week past, but I’m still not in the mood to do anything, be it to read through my readings or to check out information I’m obliged to gather for all my projects, although I still make it a point to finish up any tutorials after the last embarrassing encounter with an unfinished-tutorial class.
I need a huge pick-me-up.
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