I don't care what you call me...

Sanity has returned. Forgive me for the previous post. It's all because of my Lah report which is due tomorrow. =S

Procrastinator, at her best.

Still got a bit more to do. Pictures, court visit report, and my conclusion of the court visit.

I hate Lah.

Did okay for my Stats exam. Got 17/20. And to think I screwed my last question big time. Well, only the second part of question 3. I knew my original answer was right! Ah, well...it's not like I failed.

I'm going to die for Stats...the thing is getting tougher by the minute! I don't know...the mathematical side of my brains have left me ever since I took Add Maths in Form 4 [not that I was any bad in it, but I didn't like it like the other kids!]. I need a miracle.

So far, my mid-term results have been quite good. Lah: 15/20 [I feel like kicking myself for mixing up the golden rule with mischief rule! I could've scored 20!]. Stats: 17/20. Human Comm? God knows.

I hate books [textbooks in particular].

Speaking of books, I read Sophie Kinsella's 'Can You Keep A Secret?'. A good book. Yes, don't laugh. I know I don't read that many books. At least be proud of me for a change. *puts on Puss in Boots look* Please.

Oh...dearest Makelele, I know you may not possess the height of Peter Crouch, but you are the cutest short footballer I know [eh, wait...Zola is cute and short too!], I will support you and Willie Gallas along the way till the end. Please beat the bitch and tear him into pieces. I will love you forever.

His wife is so pretty. It's amazing to see footballers who seem glamorous but actually lead simple lives. I was watching Footballers' Cribs the other day, and I have to say Luis Boa Morte's house is so simple. That's nice to see that he's practical and he's not showy or flashy since he's a footballer and all that.

Unlike those bloody WAGs who drink and shop, and waste their man's money!

I won't waste the money...I'd buy something nice for myself and use the rest of the money for my education and for my family! I'm very practical and sensible.

Oh, Aaron, marry me...

Excuse me, SOME part of my sanity has returned.

The rest have gone missing in action.

LAH REPORT!

Supporting the French tonight! The Frenchman walked past me and he was speaking in his sexy French voice! He reminds me of Crouchy...only he's NOT blonde. Or THAT tall. But he's HOT.

I'm quite ham-sap. Kids, run away.

*Bluesy* out!