This place simply stagnated, grew moss and accumulated knee-deep dust over the past week. Fay's right; my diary's just a portal for blog readers to access other people's blogs and nothing else. Even for myself.
I'm currently fattening myself up(if I'm not already pudgy enough) with those ol' so sinful tidbits from Hokkaido. Mum's just got back, and she's spent a couple of extra bucks to ship an entire box of foodstuff back. Listen: an entire box of FOOD. To simply think about it already constitutes to a crime, not to mention putting all that food into my stomach (At this point, I'm expecting Jane to jump out at me and give me a good thrashing for my laments on sinful food). Oh well, I heeded just an ounce of Jane's advice, and helped myself to the lovely array of snacks. Mochi, chocolate-coated potato chips (screams FAT!), dark chocolate (finally something, well, less sinful), honeydew-flavoured Kit Kat (we'll never get that in Singapore in another hundred years)... All these stir up memories of my Taiwan trip. Aw...
Well, at least all the high-energy food came at a time of need. I've been catching as much sleep as my O'Level-mugging sis (which amounts to not much), binging on coffee (which is very, very unhealthy), spending much of my time awake glued to the computer screen and scrutinizing those 3mm x 3mm Chinese characters and paying equivalent-to-none attention to my social life. And those project deadlines just have to slap me constantly, like waves assaulting a barren beach.
And I'm haplessly addicted to Facebook.
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