Hello.

I'm really, awfully, afraid of tomorrow's debate training. It's my first! Thank God the coach won't be coming down tomorrow, I suppose, since it's Thursday. I'm all rusty; I hardly remember any of the structuring and whatsoever. And I think I've got to start reading newspapers. I'm so ignorant right now it makes me sick in the gut to know. Speaking of which, I have an avalanche of things to do. Oh, but guess what I've been doing the whole day? Lazing around, reading fics and watching random videos. How productive, Melody.

Oh, I broke my personal Melody's Book of Stupid Records today. I woke up at 3pm (Yes, read that. Pm, not am.) And for the record, I slept at 2:30, which is, for me, pretty early. If I might say so myself. I think my pig-ness is catching up with me this holiday. Oh joy. But I'm really happy, considering the fact that I've just read two really good fics, one of which was recommended by Vernice.

Ha, and I called Gilaine yesterday, after what seemed like forever. And it was pretty funny, because both of us were just there, doing our own things, not talking. It always ends up like that. Well, mostly because I suck at multi-tasking, and also because I'm not much of an entertainer. So it's either Gilaine talks, or we keep silent and keep each other company through the satelites. It's always comfortable silence, of course. And then there are times where we can talk for 7 hours on the phone, non-stop. Oh, and I've been talking to Nicole a lot (on msn) recently. Okay, not really. Just ... more than ever. Both of us just share random video links and then watch them and scream and exclaim over how hot yadah yadah is. It's too bad Gilaine doesn't like to go online, although I'm pretty sure if she were online, she'd be flooding the conversation. Well, best friends do weird things. And I don't care if it's impossible to go out. We have to make it possible, somehow. Squeeze something in, whatever (:

I love the nights, though. When holidays come, I become totally nocturnal. Well, duh - as if waking up at 3pm is not tangible evidence. I love to snuggle in bed with the noisy-whirring-to-no-end-yet-calming airconditioner turned on, plus my speedy laptop, much thanks to my amazing uncle who managed to fix the damned wireless connection for me (: Although I'm pretty nettled by the sight of "DogzRLove" and "Bratz" on the desktop of my lappie. Moral of the story? Never let your six year old sister near your laptop. Ever.



P/S: If you've successfully read the whole thing, it just proves you're as bored as I am. I seriously have no idea what I've been typing this whole post. Just random sprouts of here-and-theres. My poor virtual online diary has to stand all this shit of mine :D