hm.was smsing lydia.self amusement.

i need the art of self amusement.to work in the dessert kiosk at mac.

its so boringg there.i got so bored i started singing to myself.and talking to the icecream machine.tt suddenly goes "vvvvooooommmmm" out of the blue whenever it wants to.freakd me out a couple of times.

i'm so stranded there.like i'm in pulau ubin.and the main mac is s'pore.stranded.stranded.until 10.30+++.when i was supposed to go at 8.30.cuz no one came.and if no one came, i couldnt leave.and so i stayed.and to think vincent promised someone would come.NO ONE DID! and from 3 plus until 10.30 plus.I HAD NO BREAK AT ALL! ITS PURE TORTURE! CHILD ABUSE!!!

its really like palau ubin.excpt tt pulau ubin is probably much better.u can eat there.u dun have to wait for someone to come and take over u so u can go.u dun have to wear an ugly disgusting yellow-red version of william's hung shirt.and a oh-so-cute fruit hat.and most of all.u dun have a toy machine behind u for little kids to crawl up and make lots and lots of noise.and conveniently knock on ur supposed "house" just to disturb and irritate u for the sake of doing so.yes.pulau ubin is much better.MUCH MUCH better.

oh wells.i've been losing lots of sleep.so tired.slept in class nearly everyday since sch reopen.hahaha.and today.so embarrasing.cuz my cheecks were like.pressed on my arm.and my mouth was open.and HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.i cant believe it.i drooled.yuck yuck yuck.i was so grossed out myself.i woke up to find a big patch of saliva on my hand.yuckk!i dun even drool at home.gross.

oh wells.tmr is youth day celebration.i still dun noe what t wear.sigghh.