`val here. <3

Firstly, I apologise if I sound crazy. [Usually I sound like that on blogs anyway.] IT'S DARN HOT IN HERE. My mother's pig stomach soup is unlike the outside food courts'. IT'S SPICY. You know when she just cooks it and that very night we drink it? I can tahan, at least. She cooked it yesterday with LOTS OF PEPPER. Since most of my siblings love it to be spicy. She kept it overnight. And usually, her overnight spicy pig stomach's soup become even more spicy the next day. Since it was already so spicy yesterday, GOOD LUCK TO ME TODAY. I finished the soup like, half an hour ago. I drank cold water to cool myself down initially, but I didn't realise the heat would be so intense. NOW!! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. I SWITCH ON THE AIR-CONDITIONER AND FAN TO FULL BLAST. HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm using one, no, TWO of my sister's unopened letters on her table to fan myself. I can see you visualising me fanning myself frantically like a siao char bor. Imagine. I'm quoting from whatever advertisement it was on the television. It's either Sam Sung or Sony. Heck.

I asked Joadine yesterday if it was alright for me to get a voodoo doll. You know, the cute little one on sale at Mini Toons? I wanted to get one of the studies, and they're on sale at $5.95. But I have the Mini Toons discount card for 10% or 15%. Can't remember. So if I use that card it's about $4.05. Today, she called me and asked me to called her and explained to me a whole junk yada yada about why we are not encouraged to get the voodoo doll/s. I'm blabbing. But whatever.

Anyway. I'm full to the brim. I know. I'm usually a bottomless pit. Let me tell you something. I WAS BROKE AFTER THE CELL RE-ENCOUNTER. For that whole week, I had less than $3. Then, on Sunday, my mother told me she owe me two weeks allowance. I was like, WHAT?!

Oh. Sorry to break the fantastic story short. My mood is currently spoilt by one of my friends. Close or not close, I don't know her. Suit herself. It's not my problem if her mood is bad. I'm not her punching bag where she lets out her frustrations, her angers, etc. I'M NOT FOR ABUSIVE TYPE. Darn her.

I know you're sad to see me leave. So am I.

Mood's spoilt. Buh-byee.

`val signing off. <3