Adopting bitches.

You can't possibly imagine how much I cried today. Ulcers, the Russia-sized pain. And if that wasn't enough, I had a million and one scathingly painful remedies for it.

'Put salt there, sure will go"
'Gargle with salt water'
'Put toothpaste on it and brush lightly'
'Drink water!!'

If there was a colour-coordinated pecking order to arrange the pain level for those supposed remedies above, if red was the most painful, I'll tell you something, EVERY SINGLE DAMNED thing up there is gonna be flaming neon red.
Every single one, every single useless idea above was just ineffective. My ulcer's still there leaving me unable to eat, drink hot stuff, talk, sing.

But of course, there's always the worse right? It's Sunday, and of course, of COURSE my mum had to cook really spicy Indian food today. For all you know, she might have just done it to piss me off, cause' we're all like that. So yeah, lunch = kai fan :), dinner : Non- existent.
I'd be more insane than usual if I were to eat rendang right now, seriously. Tempting, but I'll pass. The pain's just too much to handle.

Wanted to go for OMPH's family day thing today, fiancee dearest had a game stall, something with bagpipes [?], but aunt came down, so yeah. Even my grandmum who had 40 bucks worth of tickets had to cancel. The wonders of family. Pffffft.
Sorry, dearest!

My sister's back, for two months. Semester break, so yeah. 2 months of her, I guess I can handle that.

My room looks like a dump. Literally, a book-filled rubbish dump. AND, since mid-year's lurking around the corner, I might just impose a ban on myself from blogging. Never works, but I'll try. For a bit. Hell, Fiona did it.
I'm off to differentiate monosaccharides and polysaccharides. Bye!

Word out.