and chickens.

august is depressing. exams are too near. and i don't even feel an ounce of stress. how cool is that. i don't even think i care. which is really really bad. yet im getting depressed that i don't have enough willpower to study. you know what, i might just run to giant and buy myself a nice big bottle of nutella and eat all of it while watching how i met your mother on tv and pretend pmr is never going to happen. neither is trials.

but who am i kidding? one bottle of nutella won't do anything but make me fatter.

and did i mention cooking was a big, Fat, FAILURE? the cupcakes tasted like cornflakes. and my container smelled like, nangka, so i decided to use it as a rubbish bin to throw away all the cupcakes. (:

something smells like trouble. and i think it's coming from you.


happy birthday, lump (: