Good morning. My body clock's a bit weirded out. Went to bed at past 1am the night before, and woke up at 8am this morning. Ridiculous. I also slept a mere 8 hours on Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning, rather. The end of prelims means the start of sleeping only in the mornings. And somehow, I can't sleep much when I go to bed so late. Perhaps it has something to do with reading Artemis Fowl as a bedtime book.

Heh heh. I just realised I'm drinking banana milk, and not the normal icky fresh milk. Of which I need to start drinking more, because us ladies start experiencing osteoporosis really early on in life, so start drinking more milk if you don't want to suffer from brittle bones later on!

Well anyway, the end of the prelims in Tuesday saw a couple of us classmates heading down to Fish&Co at the Glass House. Was supposed to be a pretty respectable turnout, about half the class or so, but in the end, only a handful of us went, and only Vincent represented our beloved Cronies. Nevertheless, dinner was enjoyable, not so much the food (because that wasn't very good at all) but the company. Had great fun trotting around in Dahniela's impossibly high wedges. She deserves an award for being the only one out of us girls to be able to walk glamorously in those wedges. I didn't even dare to move my feet lah. My knees were wobbling uncontrollably. We had ice-cream outside of Plaza Sing, and it was awesome 'cos we managed to see fireworks! It was so unexpected! But the novelty kind of wears off after you've seen it once or twice.

And I had a very good time yesterday, even if I was at home for the most part. And the good time excludes my trip to the gym, whereby I spent an hour torturing myself on the treadmill. Bloody machine. (Haha, like it's really the machine's fault) And I came away from that gym session with a still-indistinct jawline (I shall never not exercise for a week, ever again. It's disastrous) and I think I aggravated my left knee permanently. I can't even straighten it now without pain. The stupid thing hasn't healed since basketball trainings ended eons ago. Right. Focus on the positive things. Anyway, I finished "The Undomestic Goddess" by Sophie Kinsella yesterday! It was a huge barrel of laughs, highly recommended! Heeheehee. Was laughing aloud to myself, good thing no one was home. Did some housework too, and it was actually pretty enjoyable. I guess it should be, seeing as how I haven't contributed anything of tangible worth to my family and my home the past few weeks.. months maybe. Except a lot of stupid jokes and lame humour, that they somehow were highly entertained by. I need to start being a bit more domestic etc etc. I think the book by Kinsella was a bit too addictive. I can only think of doing housework now.

Well anyway, out of sheer spontaenity, Mark and I went to catch The Devil Wears Prada at Grand Cathay in the evening. It was pretty good. Meryl Streep was awesome. She gave life to a rather inadequately-scripted character. And Anne Hathaway was very pretty, and she's so white man. And Paris in the movie looked gorgeous. The quiet cobbled streets and black lamp posts.... everything seemed very quaint and romantic, as if time stopped there. Do catch the movie!

So overall, it was a great day yesterday. All the time in the world, all to myself, and at night, after the movie, we chatted and chatted, and I reckon it was the first time I completely forgot about the time. Hey cool, wordplay. Hahaha.

I have the whole day ahead of me again today. A whole lot of possibilities.

Well, carpe diem, so ta!