Okay, so I said I'll never speak to my bro again, but I can't help myself. Can't seem to stay angry at him.

And in case I seem like a barbarian from my previous post... I've never hit my brother! I just feel violent at times when I'm really angry.

Today wasn't exactly peachy. I was trying to eat my fishball, but it dropped back into my bowl of soup, and the soup splashed onto my face and blouse. Vincent's junior, who happened to be amusing herself with a puppet porcupine in front of me, started giggling like it was very funny. Which I suppose it might've been, if it wasn't me who got embarrassed.

Then we had a sort of intervention thingy with our Lit teacher... It didn't go well at all. For one thing, I think she took offense. Oh well, guess I'll just do my own research and stuff.

I just realised that I've got loads of stuff to study for History. I need gazillion of hours a day.

There's this guy who really reminds me of Bernard Hoon. But he's cuter than Bernard, hahaha. (Berdy, if you're reading this don't be angry ah) He lives just a stop away from me, surprisingly. I've never seen him before till last week. He hardly ever takes the same bus as me, except for today and last week. Hmm.

Okay... guess I'll end here for now. Long day tomorrow. Night!