Book I wanna digest.

The man from perfect by Andrea Semple
How I became stupid by Martin Page.
Life of pi by Yann Martel.
The Buddha,Geoff and me by Edward Canfor-dumas.
Stories we could tell by Tony Parsons
Little earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner.
Teach me by R.A Nelson
Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman.

Could someone please sponsor my reading list? =/

Three students.
Locked in a general study room.
Pile of notes spread over the tables.
Engaged in a non-stop photo-taking session.
Stuck in a cruel love triangle that all three are scrambling to get out of.

Very Harold Pinter eh?

Here I present, The economist and the two posuers (the pictoral version)

Starring poser #1














KAT with her fake smu student card.

Starring poser #2














Innocently sipping on her hot chocolate with yummy chocolate marshmallows is LYNN.


And the economist.














Studying her braille notes. WEIQI
















All together now.


Picture 1)




















Weiqi discovers a playground in the study room.


Picture 2)














Showing the wall some love.


Picture 3)














Showing the economist some love.


Picture 4)














Some stretching, before we get down to business.


Picture 5)















Chair top dancing, woot!


Picture 6)















Trying to depict depression.
But in weiqi case,???, i think she's showing agony. LOL


Picture 7)















Trying to display disappointment.
But in weiqi's case...hmmm, I think she dropped a coin.


Picture 8)














I think we all successfully captured happiness/laughter in this pic.


Picture 9)

The last and final one,
I present to you my favourite pic, The family potrait.

Proclaimation of love.

Hm, i realise it should be "Kat <3 Joel" instead. Haha
Oh well, as long as the message gets through. =)

My first driving lesson is scheduled on 18oct 8.35am.
And boy am I scared la!

Would you just look at the amount of ice-cream my mum hauled home?
I'm fighting the temptation to walk right over to the fridge and get me some.

*salivates*

It's 4plus am and I'm awake.

P.S Not sleeping with the enemy anymore.
Dad has captured him and ended it's short, but I suppose fulfilling, life of crawling on my bathroom floor, flying head-on against my room walls and scaring the hell out of me and my sis.

RIP bugger!

Right now, I'm typing this in fear.

My eyes involuntarily dart from side to side.

My ears strain to hear beyond the silence, and every little sound is scrutized.

I know he is in here, here in my room.
Everytime he makes an appearance, however brief, it makes my head freeze up and my senses feel more alive than ever before.

My body turns into stone, for I know each movement I make he is watching.

I have to remain still, formulate some kind of escape route in my mind and take off as fast as my stunted legs can take me.

And pray that he doesn't come at me at alarming speed with the help of those disgusting legs of his.

What did I do to deserve this?

Sure, I snack a little in my room and I know I tend to procastinate cleaning up sometimes.

But why oh why is there a fully grown flying cockroach residing in my room!

Sleeping with the enemy tonight.

Who wants to join the subaru team challenge with me?!

Haha.
Indeed, my drive to win a car hasn't dimnished one bit even after failing to 'power start the hyundai'.