yes, i'm sorry i haven't been updating as often. rushing homework and exciting events in between leaves me catching my breath. not to mention the horrible fact that school starts tomorrow. lemme see when i last updated. hmmm. okay.

on WEDNESDAY, i slacked the whole day through, playing my brother's Nintendo DS. four seasons, four months, one farmer boy, one farm, 10 000 gold. the efforts of one whole day. yeah baby. hahaha. we completed one year in one day. "oh no! Lassy is sick again. HotChick is unhappy and where's CUTIEpie?" that's how most of our conversations go. HC died in the end and my brother mourned her death for two minutes. "she's my first chicken ever. i'll miss you, HotChick!" i stare at him and he shoves me.

on THURSDAY, i went to novena square to met avril for another much-needed homework session. mos burger's the place, ice milk tea's the drink, french fries're the food. and they're off. we didn't last long and ended up walking around velocity, square2 and plaza sing. i bought nail polish and painted my nails nicely. after painstaking efforts, my mom settles her butt on the seat beside me and lifts up her feet, eyes never leaving the book in her hand. "do mine too."

on FRIDAY, i slacked again. phone conversation with avril till 1130 hours, then hangs up to go attempt homework. on the way to room, mom walks out of hers and slings handbag over shoulder. "come, let's go." so i turn 180 degrees and went to a library i haven't visited since forever, a Kopitiam and a dreaded place where i met someone who commented how i had grown taller and fatter. i smile brightly and show that she didn't affect me. inside, i'm thinking "boo, you whore." (no no, just another inside joke.)

on SATURDAY, i rot on my sofa until the time comes for me to leave. i wait for the bus, get on the bus and went off the bus. crossed the overhead bridge and walk past one-half busstop when i get informed that i was in the wrong direction. 180 degrees and experience 2.4 all over again. only regret was smelling like my brother when i got onto nat's car. she was so kind to give me a lift to av's house cum venue of bbq&movie marathon. fear factor began showing when we had to get pass her cute lovely dog. waited for sze while choosing movies. sze came and movies start rolling. in no time, noisy shrieks, gasps and laughter thunders as we all realise how much we love chick flicks. then bbq came and went too. delicious food just seems to make time fly past. "mercedes!", "nelson!", "charles!", "keith!", "jessica!", "gwendolyn!", "naomi WHATS!" and then marshmellow saves the day as it melts in our mouth. we also learn that marshmellows are flammable, so beware! the game of life relaxes and then we all camwhore in the mirror. and then we just talk as my father gets lost somewhere in yio chu kang. we disperse with reluctant goodbyes.

on SUNDAY, i get to the dentist after breakfast and for five minutes, there is a replay of events as my dentist forgets what he went through with me in the previous appointment. i am a lovely and kind girl, so i smile and listen attentively. the damned extraction begins soon and he presses a button. my chair starts lowering like it's not going to stop. my stomach tightens when he picks up a chain-saw. oh, sorry for my brain's selective memory. it turns out to be only an injection needle which was oh, only thirty cm! pokes that thing into my mouth and i close my eyes, trying desperately to think about my pink paradise where all things blue are banned. i feel half of my mouth going limp and after four pokes, i rinse my mouth. oh god, i hate how i can't even rinse my mouth properly and the nurse passes me a tissue sympathetically. fifteen minutes pass as they yank two teeth out of my mouth. a lot of blood. i rinse my mouth after the extraction was done. OHMYGAWD. no, it's just rose syrup. rose syrup. rose syrup. i keep telling myself. the dentist stuffs gauze into the empty lot as i suck my saliva up every ten seconds in order to prevent myself look like an drooling moron. he hands me a packet with my extracted teeth and i mask my disgust as fascination. think it worked when he smiled widely. walked out of the room with a grunt and they reply bye. two more grunts and the doctor says you're welcome. maybe he's used to this. i duck into the toilet and poked at my lip. nothing. i pulled, pinched and nipped, but still nothing. so weird. comes out and see my brother. he brings me to my parents, where i smile to indicate that i'm fine. i request more gauze as my mom signs a consent form for risks. i was about to leave when the nurse hands me painkillers. my eyes widen in shock. nobody said anything about afterpain! i take it and thank her with polite grunts. the car ride home was horrible. the empty lot started hurting and i feel like complaining, but i can't. pain worsened when i reach home. i go straight to my room where i experienced throbbing pain for the first time. i couldn't even make myself sleep. i go eat the painkillers when tears threaten to fall over the edge and my dad prepare a cup of coke with salt. i gurgle and gulp according to my father's instructions. puts new gauze and watch The Lady and the Tramp II on Disney. i realise at a particular commercial that the painkiller pills really work when the empty lot doesn't hurt anymore. did chinese homework halfway and then bloghopped. finally, came to blog. didn't realise it'll take me 45 minutes. feet twitches and pins stab my feet. the price i pay to update my blog, that's how much i love my blog. :D

"boo, you whore."<3