Things are getting disorganised these days.
I can't even find my underwear.
Sheesh Syahrul, talking about perfection.

Anyway, there are a lot of stuffs I need to do over the weekend.
In order of priorities, mind you:

1. Finish CT1 Art and first page of O-Level Art.
2. Finish up all my homeworks for the week.
3. Study for all the upcoming tests next week.
4. Do the freaking A.Math Online Test (it's the modern era, you see).
5. Figure out how to go La Salle tomorrow.
6. Finally, get my butt off the bed and start doing all of those stuffs I mentioned.

No, maybe La Salle should be first.

So let's start it from the top..

Riiight... like I have all the time in the world.

I'm loving my dad's laptop to bits and pieces.

I didn't know it's so portable-y.

And fyi, I'm doing this on my bed.

With an English essay to type out but what the heck.

I seriously miss the December holidays.

I'm starting to dread school.

I mean how contradicting can that be.

I love school but I don't want to go school.

Might as well get a tutor whose freaking gorgeous to look at.

Nyahh... lady marmalade.

Oh someone or some people did a horrible and disgusting prank on Mr. G.

I don't want to pinpoint on anyone but I think I know.

Now, Mr G's mum is complaining to the school.

And as much as I hate to say it, the pranksters gonna get what they deserve - A SPANK ON THE BABATS.

And another despicable act in the gym during track's training.

Seriously horrible.

I feel like slapping the person and cursing him to have a shorter life full of sufferings.

You're one devil, I tell you!

Why would you do these to such an extent?

Note to masses - I fucking hate stealers.

To end this on a happy note, I shall blog about La Salle's Open House tomorrow.

I have to do my essay.. now run along with your pyjamas and bolsters.