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I was right, too much rain.

Now that I come to think of it, I'm not really that blocked. Maybe just a little. Oh no, I'm really blocked, a lot. Yeahh, doesn't even make sense, but apparentlty it does to me.

Watching Ugly Betty gave me serious goosebumps. Talk about people dying, separating and meeting accidents everywhere. What a pity.

I love my schedule and I love holidays. I had such a long weekend because of the declared holiday last Monday (wasn't that yesterday?), and tomorrow, I won't have any classes, again. I just love staying at home and doing absolutely nothing. *laughs. And yet, I'm supposed to be doing a lot of studying and reviewing today and tomorrow. Midterm exams would be on Thursday and Friday already. And this is why I was called and known as The Cram Queen. I cram at every single exam. That has been my expertise since high school, and honestly, I'm kinda good at it. Bummer.

I envy my previous schoolmates who got into such elite universities. I know that I am capable of entering into one, if I just get rid of all this laziness in my system. Modesty aside, I am an above average person. I know that I am a smart individual. I'm just still trying to put myself together so that I could also prove that little unknown fact to other poeple.



Once again, the mind's gone blank. Seriously, I wanna know what's going on with me today? Usually thoughts just keep popping out of my head, but now, nothing. Was I just cursed or something?

This sucks--big time.

Yes, I'm staring blankly into my oh-so dark room right now. I keep on typing random things and then later on deleting them once I've realized that they're just a couple of non-sense thoughts. *thinking. thinking. and more thinking...

I don't even know what I'm thinking about. Maybe I'm right, this thing that's happening with me today is probably because of too much rain. But, I had an umbrella a while ago. *yet again, a lot more thinking...

My head's bummed about all the thinking, and I am heading absolutely nowhere. Just hoping that I will go back to my normal self tomorrow, cause I cannot stand not being able to write.


One more thing, what the hell is with Paris Hilton?



I'm seeing food on the television, and I'm starting to get uber hungry.

These people are speaking so fluent and staright English. And the gay guy host just came out from the ladies' room. What the?! He keeps on looking at the waiter's butt. Seriously, gay people are awesome and not to mention absolutely hilarious!

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