It is 2.08 am now. I am still awake, and I am in a dilemma. My stomachache feels like spiderwebs have grown in them, though that is virtually impossible due to the hydrochloric acid. I am damn freaking famished! I feel damn sorry for the African children. If I were them I would be crying and eating the sand on my toes. Okay that was disturbing. Anyway, I am waiting for the coast to be clear so I can get a small snack.
I have not touched my History yet. Gonna get the textbook form JiaHui tomorrow. So now, I am craving for more food, and she is chatting to me, about her soya bean in shining...erm...plastic cup? I thought shining armor is kinda unsuitable for something in the food pyramid.
I have no idea what to write now. This is so boring. Oh yes, there is something I wanna say. After reading Cheryl's blog, I realized something that made a little sense. 4E'o8 is not like the old 3E'07 anymore. Daggers have been stabbed, and cleaved. Scars remain forever. It is just so sad. We are in denial 4E. We truly are. I know all of us, even myself, want 4E to remain united forever, but we have to take a step back and look at the damage done. I am not the right person to say this, cos I am still holding onto a switchblade, a 9mm machine gun, an Uzi 9mm, a SPAS 12 pump action shotgun, aiming them at someone. So I have no right to tell us to stop this charade cos I have no intention of ending it like that, but I just want the remaining days to be as peaceful as possible.
Okay, I am not hungry anymore. Gonna go sleep now.
Valediction, simplified.
