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Friday, December 12, 2008


Remind me why I am awake at 3:31?

Because I seriously remember telling myself countless times to sleep early.

Talking to Gilaine on the phone now, and although I really should sleep early (although it is nowhere near early now), I really don't want to sleep. Sigh. Whatever, I don't even know why I'm posting. Ramble, ramble, ramble. Poor Gilaine is making an effort to talk about something non-important while I concentrate on how I am such a disturbingly horrible multitasker my insignificant post.

Dear Lord, why do I even bother.

Gilaine, Smelly and I were doing some smiley thingy, where you're supposed to tell a story with smilies only and the other is supposed to guess, and it was roll-on-the-floor-clutching-your-stomach-laugh-laugh-laugh hilarious, well that is until Ziting reminded me that LD Camp is unfortunately on the 29th, which is the date of $6's tentative sleepover. Panicked like rabbits in a frying pan (...don't know what I'm saying either) and decided that well, we'll take a chance and move the sleepover forward, although that gives really little notice and hence all the bad impressions start coming out. Nevermind if I don't make sense.

But well, both of us got really stressed and Gilaine went on to sms Rane while I smsed Nicoley and Shermaine (or as Gilaine so affectionately puts it, Shermy). Well, I guess the status right now is 1 confirmed, and the other 5 pending. Guess who's the confirmed one? Hoorah, it's me. But Nicoley and Gilaine are most probably able to. Smelly too. Not sure about Rane and Shermy. I hope so. *Prays fervently* Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, God. Let all the Mums allow, please.

Oh, but yay, speaking of which, there's a barbecue held at Gilaine's house this Saturday! And the six of us will be going! I am so happy I could fly. Rane can't make it though ): Yay, I am still happy though. Shermaine will be there, I hope. We are in much need of a full, $6 talk. I remember us waking up with our horrible bed-hair, talking for an approximate hour before we finally budged out of bed. I hope we can do it again this time round! *Prays again*

Sigh. I don't know what I'm saying. And I'm not exactly in the best state of mind to comprehend right now, so yeah. I've got some spontaneous cousin-lunch tomorrow. Not really looking forward to it. But as I said somewhere on Gilaine's WP, it is the best alternative to spending my time, since the other option (option, not options. single) I have is lazing around at home, staring at the stupid good-for-nothing computer, gah.

It's 3:47. Sigh. I really should sleep.

PS: This post is dedicated to Ziting, who waited for me and so kindly "not disturbed me" (you weren't really disturbing me though, dear) while I panicked over the sleepover thing. *Prays yet again*
PPS: Is it crazy to be happy I have such grounded, best friends ($6)? Lol.


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