Paint a song for me.

The battle is over. For now.

Being a not-too-sober warrior for the past 5 days, I'm pretty amazed how I battled and survived...my MSTs. Yeah, I was at the brink of death for a couple of papers but at least this drunken soldier's never-say-die spirit (I'm lying) prevailed. Thank God for wonderful blessings. Alright, basically the fact that I'm still alive and typing nonsense.

On a lighter note, I finally cleared out my closet! It's so friggin' neat and empty now, I could just stare at the insides of my closet(s) for say.....an hour. I took out heaps of clothes that I didn't want to wear anymore/couldn't fit/too big for me/did not belong to me in the first place and chucked all of them out of my room. Some were passed to my mum and aunt to see if they were keen, specially those that were brand new cos' I bought them on impulse. So now my closet is clean and ready for GSS! Wonderful timing this is, simply wonderful.

So apart from these, I, unwillingly, had to play fire-fighter and put out a verbal/behavioral fire last night due to multiple reasons (like I really wanted to go home...heh, kidding). It was no fun at all, a few thousands of my precious brain cells probably got scorched, suffocated by the smoke or burnt alive, contributing to the low levels of consciousness I'm experiencing now. No fun, no fun. I hope it NEVER happens again. Either that or I'm gonna ask for an oxygen supply.

To end off...actually I can't think of anything to end off with. So, bye.