anyway, i've just had a chocolate donut, so i'm practically surging with endorphins. just imaagine. me. my endorphins. and my off-the-chart testosterone. perfect.

yeah, well, basically, i'm feeling really happy today. so this post is going to be really really high. :O heh. anyway, on the chocolate donut. why would i be eating a chocolate donut at 9.43pm? lemme give you some background info. dad likes to snack. at night. yes. (don't all dads?) anyway, my dad's not supposed to be eating so much, coz mum said he was getting chubby. yep. so how? i become the culinary patrol! after i do finish like, half my homework questions, i will go out to the dining area under the pretense that i'm thirsty. and what do i see?

me: DAD! you're not supposed to be eating that!!

dad (caught in half guzzle, half swallow mode): MMMMPHHHHHRRGH?!

so i sieze the food. then dad will try to take it back.

dad (half chewed food in mouth): MMMPH, haven't finish yet, cannot waste food!

me (spattered with half of what was in his mouth): cannot eat already lah! *eats whatever food he was eating*

okay. none wasted. dad then goes to the couch to catch some good old HBO. while i get stuck with the guilt of that chocolate donut. I went to the gym today. one hour of physical training. gone. thanks to that chocolate donut. this happens almost every night. except, the food will change every night. tonight, lucky it was a chocolate donut, not some strange stuff that only dad is willing to eat. sigh. it's okay. chubby me better than a chubby dad. hell, i love my family. haha.

oh, and the seating plan for the class changed today. yeah. life slapped me in the fuggin face today. but no emo posts today! i'm just really happy.

failed joke of the day:

why's the shortest girl in class always scratching herself?

coz she's ITCHING! (yeeching. get it?!)

epic fail. scary henchmen hold out cue cards. "LAUGH".

am neglecting GPP to post this. guilt is so eating on me. not. if i were year 1, i would have been rushing the GPP out. too bad i'm year 3. i murdered guilt. hah.

hell.

life goes on.