Another One Of Those Friendster Thingies
Psst. Anyone wants an invitation to Orkut?
Okay, okay. I'm terribly bored. And I hate Friendster.
My Home... All Mine!
My father and stepmother are in China. Left on Thursday. It's Sunday and my home has degenerated into a dump. Not to mention, the dishes and laundry are piled so high, they are threatening to mate as a heap on the floor.
And you know what? I like it. Muahahahaha! This is a home. Not a freakin' hospital. I hate it being surgically clean. That's disgusting. Do you even know how stressful it is when my father yells at me like I've committed murder when all I've done is leave a glass in the sink?
Worm In ICQ
I got a link from Tiffany this morning, and so I clicked on it. I went to her blog and found out that it's a worm?!
Thank goodness I'm not using ICQ! *Gives Trillian a huge smooch*
ICQ users, take note. :P
On Hairdressers...
I had quite a bad haircut on Sunday. I thought she hardly made any difference to my hair. I was wrong. It is in a terrible shape.
Time to buy some pretty little clips and tie up my hair. All the layers in my hair need at least 3 months to grow back so I can get another haircut without forcing it way too short. Ah well, everyone agrees I look sweeter with my hair tied up anyway. :P
And I do hate female hairdressers. Call me sexist, but all the female ones I've encountered yank at my hair painfully.
Hacked
Righty. The server my domain is on got hacked. Lucky me. It took me forever to replace all the index files that they overwrote. They didn't touch anything else, which I was thankful for. My host didn't seem to have any backups whatsoever.
I love Wayback Machine. I recovered the index files I lost from there. :P *Muack*
My exams are over. A good time for me to take a breather for a couple of days, then use the rest of my holidays to complete my heckload of projects.
Yes, Yes, Yes!
Streaming results are out. I got into Marketing! *Jumps about* Not Logistics & Operations Management, phew! For a moment, I was afraid of computing numbers in eternal hell. :P
Gluttony
I have developed a terrible, terrible craving for chocolates every single day. And guess what that means? A chocolate bar and a glass of milk (sometimes more than a glass), every single night.
How gross is that? The boy thinks I should gain weight. Now it seems I'm threatening to be as big as a house by the end of the month. :P