I NEED TO AARRGHHHH MY STUDY STRESS.
Apparently retail therapy is not an option for obvious reasons (how bout i CAN'T GO OUT BECAUSE I HAVE TO STUDY.) and the only 3 blogsites i go to for clothes are taking forever to have new collections. One has today but the things so NOT NICE and even if the were, the model's body shape is not very flattering to their clothes. If they don't change their model back i'm quite sure they'll lose alot of sales.
I'm so stressed I think i need a pet to share my stress with me. It'll be great. "Like here kitty, have some of my stress. It's delicious!". And then kitty will drink it all up.
So me and Claire were reminded of Belle/Hammie (deceased) just now and decided that we should get another pet. However the biggest obstacle (oops no pun intended) in my house is my mummy who absolutely hates pets and whom i bet was praying everyday for the Lord to take Hammie's soul with him. Well, she got the her wish. So i suggested to my sister that we should riot and campaigne for a pet. Claire then drew a poster which said "
WE WANT PETS!" (colour not accurate. It was my hot pink marker.) which I spilled water on and so she re-did it and then drew a cat,dog, and rabbit respectively (below the words) in black marker.
WE WERE ALL SET FOR THE CAMPAIGNE.
I took the pencil which i was writing with, and the ruler i was rulering with and we set off to our riot destination, a.k.a mum's room. Stomped in the demanded "WE WANT PETS.WE WANT PETS." with Claire raising the poster up in a cliche riot like manner and with my making a din by clinking my stationary tgt.
ya.ok.it didn't work. ("DON'T GIMME THAT CRAP!" said mum.)
Then i announced to Claire that we have no choice but to move onto plan B: Hunger strike. I told her we will starve until she gave in.
Claire: Ya. We will starve.
Mum: Starve starve lor it's your business you wanna torture yourself. I don't care it's your stomach.
Claire: What is starve?
HAHAHA.
So we went out but refused to surrender so i asked Claire to tell mum that if she wants her to sleep with her(mum) tonight then she must let us keep a pet.
Claire: Jie Jie say (basket.pe-cha lobang.) if you want me to sleep with you then you must let us keep pets.
After awhile she walks out and very matter of factly says : "Mummy don't want me."
PLAN PET - ABORTED.
Ya.i'm that stressish. I send my love to everyone. muah.
8:35 AM
