i've got. a stomachache.

and, if you must know, which you actually don't but too bad, i just stopped blogging and went to poop. goodness. and you don't really have to know this, but my dad has just entered the same toilet with the same stomachache and the same intention (to poop). i shouted "don't go in!!" to him, but he said "it's alright, poison for poison (like eye for an eye, it's a chinese idiom)" and went in.

and i shall stop before you decide not to continue reading anymore.

i've been a bundle of nerves since last night, because of my graphic comm poster which we submitted today, an A2 board thing which cost 9bucks to print. and i'm upsetly worried cos while everyone was working on their design, i was working on my designS. that's right, i changed my design twice, spent my entire youth on the second one which i didn't like very much, and landed up with the design i came up with a day before i sent it to print, which was, 3 days ago. i know, i can be such a genius right. now i have like, a million itchy bugs in my underpants cos i dunno how d grade will turn out. and it's this thing that, each time i show kc my design (over the past consultations), he doesnt say a thing! aiyo! and today he did the same ambiguous smile as he looked at my poster. and still did not comment on anything. i can just die on the spot. i told him i was afraid, that he might get a heart attack when he saw my poster. he said it'd take more to give him one, that ambiguous smile still on his face. and so i'm still stuck with the million itchy bugs in my underpants.

(not literally, please.)

i need to stop this and move on with life. and stop being a yapititu. (i don't believe i'm even making fun of my own name. surname games should be kept to people with singular syllable surnames, like Chai sim, Chua tio, Leong tio, Hor fun, Chen dol, and so on. so far that's all i could come up with for my marketing group mates. i'm still working on Fong. )

too many things to do, too little time. too little brain space. too many distractions. too many spiders in my underpants.

and too dirty to type anymore, need to go bathe. ciao.