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Thursday, February 2
7:16 AM

a whooping 33%!



it refers to nothing. i just felt like saying that. a sudden thought-bubble of me selling cars in an advertisement, telling viewers how prices have soared. or dropped. whichever increases demand i guess. (well, this depends on price elasticity. hur hur.)



today i came home and saw a light-blue car parked in the carpark. how beautiful, i thought, to have a pretty piece of sky to drive around in. then i thought of Chicken Little, about how he thought a piece of sky fell down, and i laughed to myself.



can you believe that i haven't eaten a single meal the entire day. and it's 11.25 pm now for the record. told you not to believe the time above this post. all i've eaten today is:


1. 1 ferrero rocher
2. 1 packet of cheezels
3. 1 pancake from yesterday
4. pineapple tarts, bak kua, and other cny goodies



once i start a day some way, i can't seem to revert it for the rest of the day. so i'll just have to sleep the night away on an empty stomach and start tomorrow with a proper meal. like how if i sleep too much and wake up late one day, i can't do anything but sleep the rest of the day off and wish the next day comes sooner so i can get up and do something productive. ha. ;)



i'm sure the lit chicks will understand when i say, imagine doing individual prac crits on writings of the same topic, then coming together to write one pc essay, with all your different angles, interpretations, and analyses.



not that i'm doing lit now, but i do feel the ripples of urge starting in me to pierce that second earhole.



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when you feel an internal joy inside of you, you know you're doing the right thing. even, when it's hard to let go. but that's when prayer comes in. and with it, wisdom and strength.


watch out for friday.




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