I realised that when I linger too long on this page, the grins of the numerous devilish looking, tv-shaped creatures actually begin to give me the creeps.

If only Chem SPA was as relaxing as soaking in a tub of warm water with pressure jets aimed at all the right places ...... but instead everyone had to endure the suffocating blanket of heat weighing down on our heads(how do we work our minds better this way?), trapped within the thick school uniform. I think, if we were all stuffed turkeys, there'd be enough to go around for at least 5 Thanksgivings.

Summer Tests are up in 3 weeks, and boy, am I excited. School will, for as long as I pursue my studies and strive for academic excellence, be a playground of never-ending knowledge for me. But should my sarcasm and perceived over-enthusiasm be translated into hardcore motivation and discipline, I'd be passing all 6 scripts with flying colours, stepping out of college next year to collect my certificates of straight A's in 2010.

Yayyay, Saturday nights are Guess nights. sleep tight! :)