OMG. I ate so much today that I will attempt to control what goes into my mouth for the rest of this week. (This is sad. Today is only Tuesday.) I ate so much junk, that I didn't had any proper food today, like rice or whatever.

I had some bread in the morning before going school.

After the first lecture, I had soya bean milk and a pancake 'cause I thought I won't have time later on for lunch.

After the second lecture, since it ended REALLY REALLY EARLY, I went for lunch with Belle and Nat at JP's BK. (Note: fast food is not considered a proper meal.)

I had to meet Juliana and the rest at around 4 for a movie, but because everybody was late, we decided to catch a later show. So Juliana and Cher were super hungry and wanted to go for lunch. I decided to have an ice-cream sundae or I would just be sitting there staring at them eat.

After the movie, those girls suggested going Gelare for waffles and ice-cream since there is 50% off on Tuesdays.

I WENT HOME AND HAD DIARRHOEA. ):

Sorry girls, if I was a little out of sorts (LOL Angela even asked if I was angry at one point in time, WTF.) but my stomach was slightly bothering me just now. Hahaha.

I should probably not do such stupid things from now on.

Since _ochre is editting our so-called assignment for our Spanish oral test before I send it over to our group mate, I guess I have a little free time to do something about this dead journal. (Well, okay I could have put this free time to better use...but whatever. I need an excuse to be doing nothing. Haha.)

So... I am here to talk about my fail moments! (: Yes! Something for you to laugh at me. People who hang out with me over a prolonged period of time will be aware of my many fail moments. *ahem* You should know who you are. LOL. Anyway, yesterday was termed a FAIL friday because there was more than 1 fail moments! I think I will just say the 2 more significant ones to save the embarrassment.

Fail moment 1
Kat and I took like, half an hour to go to the professors' office to hand in our essays. Reason being, WE GOT LOST. Like, WTF right?? Go there a million times still will get lost. At the lifts it was the worse. We couldn't rmbr which floor was it, so I look at the board beside. THEN I SAW WRONGLY. I just saw the word 'office' and I told Kat, okay its at B1. When we came out of B1 it all looked super unfamiliar. The glass door says 'General Office' and 'School of HSS'. AHAHAHA. So we were like, eh shit this is the wrong place and we went back to the lift area and stare at the board again. Oh it was actually B4. Because the pigeon hole (to hand in the essays) was at the other end, we had to walk all the way in, and later we went out from the other door that was nearer to the pigeon hole. Guess what. We forgot. Thought its the same lift, so we press B2 'cause we wanted to go back to the same place where we came from. At B2, shit, strange place again. And it was only then we realised we exited from a different door. LOL.

Fail moment 2
At the library to print out essays... I couldn't find my cashcard. I looked through my wallet, searched through all the cards. Don't have. And it was *panic* 'cause I just topped it up on Wednesday. And I kept trying to recall where I last put it. I rmbred very clearly taking it out of the machine after my friend used it on Wednesday. In the end, Kat had to go top up her cashcard and lend it to me 'cause I couldn't find my own. (I even searched through my bag. LOL.) And hoho! Whaddya know... We studied in school, had dinner at JP, went home... And it was only after I reached home, I took out my wallet to put my ezlink card back in... I realised that the cashcard was in the slot where I always put my ezlink card. The slot is at the back of the wallet. And I didn't thought of searching there 'cause well...its at the back and it didnt occur to me to search there. Also 'cause its where I always put my ezlink card. I just look at that empty space on the inside of my wallet and I'm all ahhhh I lost my cashcard!! ): LOL.

Yes, this calls for a new tag.

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This week has been nothing but suay-ness.

On Monday, the strap of my bag broke. Like, the bag that I just gotten one month ago?? The salesgirl still told me I can put heavy stuff into the bag, no problem. Shit me only. ):

On Tuesday, I FELL DOWN. That's right, I fell down. It haven't happened in a million years. Nat and I were like changing seats in the cinema 'cause we got some lousy seats. I tripped over a step and fell. I SWEAR it was some phantom step. Because I was really looking at where I was going. And it has nothing to do with my eyes because I was wearing my spectacles at that time. Pffffft. So now my knees are damn painful because I fell down hard, there are two red angry patches because the skin is grazed by the carpet. I hate superficial wounds like that because they sting instead of just hurting like a twisted ankle or something. WA LAO I tried wearing jeans and it was like having someone press my wound all the time because jeans are tight around the knee area. So guess I have to show the world my ugly wounded knees. Rather that than bear the pain from covering them up with jeans.

And the scary thing is, I TOTALLY JINXED MYSELF. Before the movie, like when we were going for lunch, we were talking about clumsiness and klutziness. Nat said she's a klutz. I happily told her I'm not and that I haven't fallen down in a million years. HO HO HO. GUESS YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN GOD IS LISTENING INTO YOUR CONVERSATIONS.

And today, my tuition kid's mum requested that I switch back to twice a week (last week I told her I can only come by once a week) because exams are coming. Sigh. I agreed 'cause I didn't want to 见死不救. Though I might be the one dying if I don't have enough time to do my readings and complete the proposals for SF in time. LOL. OKAY TOUCH WOOD.

The only good thing this week is... I watched 4Bia already? LOL. IT WAS SOME SCARY SHIT I TELL YOU. ESPECIALLY THE LAST TWO STORIES. (:

Something incredibly stupid just happened. Okay, alot of stupid things do happen to me, but I rarely have the chance to record them down because usually by the time I want to blog about stuff, I forgot what happened already. I have wonderful memory, I know. And what just happened is a result of my wonderful memory.

I started charging my phone in the evening after I reached home. Now, my charger is usually plugged in at the room opposite me and my sis's room. It's kind of like a storage room for ALOT OF JUNK THAT MY DAD REFUSES TO THROW AWAY. Sidetracking a little, do you know he actually still keeps our primary school books?! Like, WTH right. Because of so much junk I can't have my own room. Okay anyway, I left my phone in that room to charge. Then I started doing my own stuff- read magazines, go online, have dinner, watch tv.

I went back to my room and wanted to check my phone. CANNOT FIND. OMG. I searched my table where my laptop is because I was so sure I placed my phone beside it. Don't have. I started searching my bedside table, my bed (I was even feeling my entire bed 'cause I thought I might be cock eye and cannot spot my phone), the bag that I carried when I went out just now, including the shorts I was wearing before I changed out of it. LOL. YES, I FORGOT THAT I WAS CHARGING MY PHONE.

*PANIC MODE*

My mental convo with myself:
"Shit shit shit. Where the hell did I put."
"Cannot be what. How can it be lost in my own house."
"I dropped it in the bus meh?? No ah. I was still texting when I reached home....."
"Gosh I can't believe I can lose a phone in my own house."

All these thoughts while I searched the kitchen, the living room table, the sofa etc. I resisted the urge to ask my mum because she will definitely kick up a fuss. While on my way to the kitchen to check a second time, then it struck me- my phone is charging.