Hello world, I say, from the depths of the mountain of papers called my desk. At one glance, I can see a water bottle, a metal cup, a music file, a tissue box, a pencilcase, a handphone, a project work file, a physics file, a daily diary, a calculator, etc etc etc all lying in a messy jumbled heap on the no-man's land called MEGAN'S TABLE.
WELCOME TO MY UTOPIA.
ARGH. that was the commonwealth essay i was working on until i realised halfway that it was an essay, discussing the definition of a utopia and how it affects life blahblahblah that NOBODY will want to read. They'll rather read Merchant of Venice a thousand times (in fact, any book a thousand times at one go is a pretty dreary prospect).
LADY GAGA IS GETTING TO MY HEAD.
AND I KNOW THAT THE CULPRIT IS MY SISTER. All little sisters love to annoy you by singing a random and extremely distracting song at that perfect moment. that perfect moment leaves that song stuck in your head for eons to come. Think lady gaga replaying one line 'gagaoohlala' or something like that ALL DAY LONG.
IT IS JUST PLAIN BAD.
let me get that song out of my head. blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
YAY its gone!
I shall celebrate by going off to do another piece of homework!
BYE!
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gagaoohlala...
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