The Monkey Says: 11.47 AM

I was up an hour ago, anticipating the arrival of Mr. Tuition teacher only to have him text me and postpone the class to an hour later. Precious beauty sleep was sacrificed and sleeping for an hour is more than a torment of not getting any. I wish I were at my Chemistry book, downing facts from Rate of Reaction instead of being here, waiting for Windstruck to finish buffering. Although common sense tells me very well that it would not be done before Denny Crane appears at my doorstep. Sigh. I have no excuse for being here; guilty on the charge of wasting time.

24 hours ago, my entire wardrobe went through my mind, trying to think of pieces of clothing I could wear to my graduation on Saturday considering the initial plan to wear a dress backfired. My school, which is living in 1960s despite existing in the 21st century, doesn't approve the idea of girls wearing short sleeved apparels, or knee length skirts. We are to wear long skirts, and long sleeved tops. Bear in mind, slacks are not advisable either because .. well, I don't know why. Simply ridiculous is what I would deem it, but for a moment there I thought I was at a campaign supporting traditional Malay clothes. However, 3 hours ago, I gave in and compromised; ransacking the Mother's wardrobe and mine, and I suppose the new outfit's decent enough. We'll see if they make me wear the choir outfit (a threat (really ugly curtain clothes if I remember correctly) if you were to dress up indecently on that day) on Saturday.
Settling the wardrobe malfunction, comes the dilemma of shoes. (I love shoes shoes are so lovely shoes shoes oh my god shoes are the best)
What comes in height, doesn't do as what comes in match. I'd much prefer not to look stubby on my graduation day. As my BMI isn't below 17, anything that lengthens those stems and make them look more appealing, trumps the pain. But, I won't deny that Pumps #2 with a shorter heel matches the outfit better, and contrary to elongated and thinner stems Pumps #1 does, I look shorter.
I hate making decisions and it's because I'm a Libran and a second+last child. We Librans have got to be the most indecisive of the lot of horoscopes and being the second+last child, decisions have been made for me (or copied by me) most of the time I'm alive, which is why it's hard for me to make decisions. I cannot be a mother nor a successful boss. I must marry a rich man in which then decisions wouldn't have to be made because there would be grandmothers, nannies and bottomless money to help me save on the decision-making!

I'm meeting the girls later (or so I hope I am) to get the placards done for graduation, and I think I caught the YongTauFuu bug because that's all I can think about atm. Vanadium oxide can only be used as a catalyst for the Contact process at temperature 450-500 degree Celcius, at 2-3 atmospheric pressure.

Time to lie on my bed and attempt to sniff all the oxygen in the room so I'd die and not have to go through with SPM. I'd sacrifice graduation even though I'm so looking forward to it.
Don't ask me why don't I study, instead of ranting here and trying to attempt an impossible suicide because I have an illness to back me up as an excuse.
A little something called laziness.





....... AIYO GO STUDY LA HUI YAT!!