they tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no.
Hell Week is over. last week was probably the most stressful week I've had this year. I sense more to come, but see the thing about Hell Week is that you always make some effort to celebrate afterwards. I think the girls wanna have a party soon. as much as I love lazing around warm afternoons at the cafe or hanging out with them talking about U.S or Arrogant or Cat Moustache and Last Year, I think I still would like some peace at home with my family, where I can wear my crappy glasses without feeling crappy, and I can eat anything I want, gain weight and not regret. home is Heaven while school gives you stuff like Hell Week. how can I not miss being on the other side of the world?
this Sunday is Chinese New Year. it's also my first anniversary with the mat. we have no clue how to go about celebrating it. let's not even MENTION Valentine's Day, because we didn't do anything last year, and I plan on keeping that tradition. I like thinking we're too cool for anything mainstream, hoho. he gives me the impression he's nervous about Sunday, but when I tell him don't be, it's only me, he says that's why he has to make it extra special.
=] ching ching ching! 10 points awarded to Shah Rizan!
...okay he just called. "I have some place in mind...but you see lah you don't eat cream of tomato!" oh man. what an odd remark. I wonder where we're going. maybe I should be nervous too.
