Buy me roses and paint them red.

Okay, you people have got to start sending me songs I can OD on. Mark Owen is getting to my head and it's really not a good thing. Oh God, I'm losing my mind.

Help me.

*****

"Happy birthday!"
"Thank you!"
"This is for you"
*takes present*
*touches it*
"What's this? Books ah?"
*deadpans a bit*
"Open only-lah, ask so many questions for what?"

That old man, so smart. He didn't even unwrap the present, he could tell what it was. Psychic sungguh.

I tell you, it was so hard to find him a present. Why is it always difficult to buy men a present for their birthdays!

Was planning to buy him an Arsenal jersey but it was too expensive. No, we're not cheapskates. We know him too well and we can honestly tell you how many times he's going to wear that jersey.

ZERO. ZILCH. NADA. NAUGHT.

Because...
01. Jerseys have no pockets on them.
02. He wouldn't like the material.
03. He doesn't believe that wearing a shirt would spell out loyalty to your club.

So, books it was. Always complain people don't read books or papers. Hmmph.

Pictures later. Need to edit them a bit. Try and make myself look less like an idiot.

*****

Oh snap. My final paper for Business Law is on 5th Sept from 9:30 til 12:40.

My new Psych semester is starting on the 24th of August.

I think I might have a clash with my lectures/tutorials.

Why isn't the timetable out??

I'm in a fix and I hate this stupid sodding situation.

Remind me again why I decided to take Business Law. Oh that's right. Stamford Bridge.


No sacrifice, no victory. Pfft...I'm going to sulk for a while. If I still sound like a cranky cow once I come back, sorry. I'm thinking of a solution to this situation.