I hope you guys haven't already read the entry that I just deleted. 'Twasn't anything important anyway. Except I was talking about being emo and missing my granddad and wondering whether Joe could be the perfect man. I'm tired of sex being used as a marketing ploy. Especially with singers. People like Beyonce and Mariah have enough talent without needing to sell their bodies along with their albums. People like Britney can benefit from it though, since she has no talent whatsoever to speak of.... I'll probably talk about this more on my bitch files on my site, once that's back up. So. If all goes well with my finals, I should be able to have a super-long weekend next semester. Friday thru Monday, baby. I don't know why making timetables and signing up for classes excites me so much. How telling it is of my social life. I've been missing my granddad so much the past few days. I've been thinking about volunteering at one of the old folks' homes near my house (there are 2 right down the road!!), but I'm not too sure if I'm brave and strong enough. I have a greater affection for old people now, but I'm not sure how far that will extend. Maybe if I find someone to go with me....? (hint hint....) Hey, Nana, I think you would enjoy this . I just happened to find it at the blogger website. Lawak gila seh, mesti you suka. Gee, I hope some strangers don't make fun of my Malay. Um. I miss my bees. It's 1215 am. I'm wiiiiiide awake. I just got over from being sick, and I have to say, the best thing about being sick is the sexy voice you get for a couple of days. Even cooler if the sexy voice sticks around for a little longer than your illness does. So yes, give me a call, why don't you? ;) But. It is funny when I want to say something but no sound comes out. Or you know...you can hear the phlegm bubbling down my throat. OKAY I'm not making myself sound sexy anymore! It's 1223 am. I don't know what to do now. SisboomBAH! (Can anybody remember the line that's supposed to go before that one?)