Honey, you're going down.

We meet again, earthlings. And yes, I'm a human that doesn't differ much from any of you. Treat me like a human, will you?

After a long, romantic date (not-so) with the books and papers, I decided to take a short rest. Short rest in my terms are about an hour plus which includes.. running up and down the stairs-- 3 floors up, munching on Chipsmore and kuih raya: nobody could resist looking at them without eating, sipping a cup of tea in front of the lappy (because thats what posh people do yo!), daydream for a while and maybe, just maybe doze of for the real dream.. and the list goes on and on, and on and on.. Y'get the idea. So, that pretty much completes my one hour of rest. My brain is functioning awesomely right now, excluding the fact that its telling me to stuff more food inside the oesophagus till I inflate into a balloon or even blow up. Mhm.. no fun.

Random thoughts:- I'm going for a jog later on, no high hopes though. And I need my lappy right now.

Badly. Desperately (not really). But Hakim, the little brother, kindly snatched it away from me a few days ago because his computer crashed after long hours on Youtube and he is going to hog it until PMR ends. How nice is he? And he forbidden me from going anywhere near it.. thats just too, too, too nice. I'm so lucky to have such a brother. :-') The compliments ends here.

Back.. ache is conquering the pain again. I do my revisions on the bed = Back ache = Leg cramps = The unpleasant joy of being Aisyah. The desk is currently dumped with books, papers, and more books and more papers. And I won't concentrate if I study on the desk. I am weird, I know. And I'll probably clean it all up after PMR ends. Cos I'm such a clean-freak-- sarcasm. Okay, not funny.

K. Going off before my dad gets back and finds out I'm on his Mac messing about with his Facebook. LOL.