I love typing. I think when I grow up I should be a typist. It's my life. It's my destiny. It's rubbish. I have this distinct impression that a typist's life can get pretty boring. Except for the ones who really love typing. I don't. Whatonearth. I'm contradicting myself. Whatonearth. I don't make sense at all.

Okay. Yesterday was soooo fun. I really think there's sth wrng with me. I typ in shrt form, & I go out a lot. Heh heh. Butwhocares. But still, I have to start studying. My results are a big boo-boo. I need to transform it into a object of desire. No, not really.

I think there's sth wrng w me yest noe. I keep on glaring at people. Like on the bus to schl yesterday, when I was supposed to alight, I got up and suddenly glared at the boy sitting some seats away. He doubled back in shock. I found it funny. I'm a sadist. And many many more instances. Wahaha. Maybe I should try it on more people. Maybe. But I suppose not.

Ooh yeah. I know how the show 'My Fair Lady' ends liao. Let me tell you. *Caution: Spoiler Ahead. A young aristocrat Freddy Eynsford-Hill falls madly in love with her. But when Higgins takes all the credit and forgets to acknowledge her efforts, Eliza angrily leaves him for Freddy, and suddenly Higgins realizes he's grown accustomed to her face and can't really live without it.

Aww. Then I suppose that they fall in love. Yay! Wahaha. Cheerios.