On the first day of school, yesterday, I was informed that editorial board crews are requested in school due to a huge printing mistake made by the publisher.

The guy, placed the librarian's photo at the prefect's corner. So, instead of seeing strict, gloomy and emo prefects with their ubiquitous blazer, you get to enjoy a photo, no scratch that, TWO photos of nerds dressed up in coats.

Sorry, nerds out there. You can call me goth. Haha. I don't see why you should be ashamed of your own label.

So anyway, the work was... of course pasting the appropriate photo on the page. But me, heh, the teacher seems to think I'm some kind of human with super powers or something. Well, normally, even my dad wouldn't let me anywhere near his work stuff or carry anything heavy, in fear of, not because I'll hurt myself or anything (but it happens often) but in fear of me hurting somebedy else in the process of carrying thing (T_T) Me, being eminent for the ability of hurting myself and the others at the same time but more oblivious to the former.

That's where my sadomasochistic side came from.

The teacher in charge, asked me to carry the magazines, up TWO freakin' floors. Not only the magazines has to have such sharp edges that I managed to get a few paper cuts, but it has to weigh a ton. 20 books. Just 20 books, and I think my spine just contracted or something.

After that, I went to Jusco to meet this old guy to pass up my application form for a Japanese Pre-U. He not only came an hour late, he waited for me at Old Town Kopitiam while I sat like an idiot who kept glancing over at her watch in Mcdonalds. (Hint: The two restaurants are side by side)

Well, I was pissed, of course, for one, I wanted to get out of there and go back home to watch Ouran that I just loaned from Scorpie. The old guy babbled. And I listened. One and a half hour later, he finally let me go. I was so glad, you could see the smile on my face so wide that my lips teared.>>>exaggerating.

When I got back home, my mum asked me to have a cooking-bondage with her. And I went, 'WHAT?!'

She wants me in the kitchen, heh. Of course, I wasn't allowed anywhere near the stove. All I did was cutting and chopping. Was it Labour Day? As in, instead of resting, I was working?

It was exhausting. The whole day yesterday was exhausting. And yet I was amazed that I stayed up till 2 watching Ouran and toss around in my bed until 4 before I was finally asleep.

And had a dream. Seriously, what's with my dreams nowadays. They're disturbing my sleep! I only get to sleep for 30 minutes before I got woken up by my mum who barged into my room all of a sudden asking me to go eat my brunch. Which was... like... 11 in the morning.

From 2, I tossed and turned until 4. When my eyes finally closed, the dream started straightaway. I just assumed it did since I woke up 30 minutes later and it was a long dream. At 4.30a.m. My brains are yelling at me to sleep but my eyes wouldn't stay shut. So, for about 6 hours, I have been looking at the ceiling, doing nothing. Damn, what was my subconciousness thinking?!

Not letting me sleep!

My life is going to be boring before going to Japan or any Japanese festival or anime convention takes place. So don't look forward too much in reading my blog, Fishie. Until then....