morgueville,heartland living.

when my mum asked me for the date today this morning, i was momentarily stumped.
i actually have no idea.
to think i was a walking calendar back in the good o' days when we had exams and whatever. (i know. i just like to make it sound like it was eons ago.) i actually lost track of time. i barely remember what day it was but since lucas and xavier were not at home and my mum is frighteningly jovial (well, lucas and xavier are not here today and, she was laughing at my baby sister. while she, the latter, was still asleep.), it could be saturday. the straits times confirmed my apprehension.

so to my horror(s), it came to my attention that christmas is next week! (or is it? i cannot remember. i only realised the possibility when i saw trailers for christmas specials for those channel 5 crap.) which means, my birthday is coming (31ST DECEMBER. MARK THIS DOWN. NOW. PRESENTS ARE A MUST.*) which also means i am going in to the realms of doom sooner than i thought. how now brown cow? my tummy is growing at a horrendously fast rate while my arse is growing at a horrendously fast rate.

alas. the life of a couch potato does slow one's brain down. i have lost all skills of paraphrasing and remembering dates and days.

*call me or email at he_shuming@hotmail.com for further enquiries about what to get for my birthday presents.