I had been a good good girl this holiday.
Now, my grandma is chasing me out of the house.
Because she pictures me going mad after all the muggings.
You think I want to get out? NO. Not even today now. I just feel like studying.
But well, it's a once in a lifetime thing that your elders urge you to go out in the midst of your major exam. Joy to me and you.

Everyday I wake up, I walk into my study room and plant my bum on the white chair.
From there, my daily routine of studying begins.
When I'm burned out, I walk around the whole house without walking into my bedroom. Because bed means SLEEP, equating to... WASTING TIME. But I can't help it sometimes.
I skip meals here and there cause my appetite is just not there. Yet I survive on rubbish.
Okay, I know I'm getting a lil unhealthy.
I go running occasionally to burn those calories from the junk food I eat.
I love the empty house, with no one yakking at me. I love my life of solitude, somehow.
But no, I'm not an introvert. I love my friends.

How on earth did I end up in a Higher Chinese class?
Now, I need to pass it desperately.
To get my 2 points deducted and be freed from chinese in JC.

Mummy allows me to get a new phone.
But there is none to my liking now.
My 6 months old phone is nice yet mad.