it is finished.

all that copying and pasting for the data entry for the research for the prof is done. finished.

FINALLY. after an unsuspected rise from the grave which required replanting of the daisies and patting the ground flat. oh, such a morbid imagery. pardon me.

no more alt-tab, select, ctrl-c, alt-tab, ctrl-v, click, space hyphen space, alt-tab, select, ctrl-c, alt-tab, ctrl-v, click...........

-shudder-

for a few seconds when i felt slightly murderous (again, after what i thought was the end last week) i had a suspicion that this might be revenge for seeking help when i was supposed to do my part myself. but i shook it off, because the benefit of the doubt is probably the best gift around, whether the person knows it or not. (i'm so tired i wonder if i'm making sense.)
ok fine, it's probably a genuine mistake. i told u this was WHEN i was murderous. on other times i'm nice and docile and almost harmless.

had an entire day of walking, and my legs are aching, (part leehoon's contribution by suggesting to walk 2 bus-stops to the mrt station instead of taking bus, at the end of the day. under normal circumstances, i'd hav readily agreed, because i like long walks. but today was scorching, and my leg muscles were crying already. but i stil gave in to her. because i like long walks and must've lost my mind somewhere along the way.) my nose and cheeks are itchy from the sun burn.

so i conclude that volunteering is healthy and should even be considered a sport.
the teachers are really heroes. imagine doing lessons 5 consecutive days a week. all that energy! hats off.

something happened today that left me thinking long after it did. shall not spell it here, just, unexpected things happen. and we learn as we go along. no harm done. :)

sometimes when i'm so sure of myself i get cocky without realising it. i guess that's when things catch us by surprise. must take note.

speaking of reflection, and on a separate note, it's finally been hammered into my brain that i've not been making wise decisions in the handling of relationships. i currently have 2 good frens who have vowed to throw slippers at me should i do stupid, mean things again. i hope they hurl havaianas sized 37/38. partly cos they are 'buttery soft' and have less impact. the correct size is just bonus. ok FINE. i hope they are wedges made of wood or heavy rattan. oh my goodness. are they called wedges? i can't remember. i'm suddenly thinking of potato wedges. and wedgies. u know, when you wear pants or underpants which are too tight and they get stuck in your butt crack. then u have to go toilet to pull your wedgie. ok i will stop.

i''m tired and it's 1am. and i need to sleep.

and my sister's back, safe and sound. and, the sisters are talking again. hee.

see, things can't be that bad.

at least something has gone right.