LOL it like you mean it.

Screwed my brains with: Vanessa Carlton - Nolita Fairytale

My lemon bars are screwed. No surprise since it was completely foreseeable. I'm pretty sure the crust got burnt badly, funny how it didn't smell.. The lemon part tastes nice though, [miraculously!]

But still, lemon bars? They're on my cooking shit list now.

Just now, I was clearing up some stuff in my room. 5 weeks into the holidays and my room is still in a mess. And a chair is in the way of walking, how the hell did that get in there? I've never noticed a dining chair in room. Proof that I don't pay attention to my room as much I thought.

I've made a list. On things I don't know about my house. I've lived in it for 8 years, and there still are things I don't know how to do.

1. Work the washing machine. Seriously, I've no idea how to work it. There's just too many buttons.

2. That temperature thing in my refrigerator? I have no idea.

3. Those extra buttons on the microwave? No clue.
4.THE OVEN.

5.The stupid chandelier, I don't know where's the switch. Does it even use a switch?

6. The fan in the dining room. When was it there? The ceiling's slightly high. So I've never noticed.

7. There are more plants in my house than Poison Ivy's chamber

This is like an indirect requisition. I need to 'bond' with my house more.

Before I forget. Does anyone know when our PMR results are gonna be out? Seow said 28th, some other idiot said 20th, and another person said 26th. So can anyone confirm with me? I'm too lazy to watch the local news these days. CNN's more my thing.

Right. And attention to all my beloved people who didn't show up at school on the last day, WEAR YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORMS WHEN YOU'RE COLLECTING YOUR RESULT.
That's what the teachers said. No school uniforms, no results. They won't let you in apparently, those morons.

Word out, bitch.

[Edit]

Funny. There's something that I think I've done unknowingly, and now everyone is my house is mad at me. They're scolding me, yelling, and saying ridiculously untrue things like "Stop talking stupidly".

*clears throat*
Dear morons who I'm silently hoping will not read my blog,

I do not speak. To anyone. In this house. I'm person of few words at home, and I prefer if you'd be that way too. I haven't done anything to piss any one of you jerks off, and if at all I have caused an unpremeditated circumstance to occur, I apologize.
However, knowing me and my silent ways, I've done nothing that I should own up too except for that broken plastic flower thing in the hall. So beloved morons, quit reprimanding me at every chance you get. I haven't done anything, let alone anything wrong. If you're having a fugged, hellass day, don't even THINK about bottling up that anger just so that you can shove it to my face when you come back home. I believe I haven't said this before, so here goes: I don't take bullcrap from anyone, you're not an exception..

Annoyed,
Me.


Word out for real, bitch.