The reason why I'm blogging right now because I'm super pek chek (fustrated) with the tadah, printer. Ugh I needa print stuff for my aunt and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the printer got jammed.

It happened last night too. I don't know if the printer just.don't.like.me.

Grmpf. Not only that, I have to do all those colour combination stuff and there's not enough paper of the same colour. What! My fault? I'm so fed up that I may even storm out of my house cut a tree, go to the paper factory, make paper and then use my clothes' dye to dye the paper. Or use colour pencils to colour..

Or maybe my aunt should just buy some colour paper.

HA! And I don't mind a new printer too..

I was trying to tell myself to be patient and all that stuff but Patience is definitely NOT my bestest friend in the whole wide world. At least I didn't pull my hair out.. (No, I don't even have hair to pull out according to some pig friend of mine.)

Alas, I've decided to stop the whole process since I have a faulty printer and no papers because I don't exactly own a paper factory. (I used to own a chocolate factory. Connection: Willy Wonka.)

And my mood is not exactly better because of this silly fact that I have lessons with Monster2 later. My mum is Monster and Monster2 is Dll. Ugggggggggggggggggggggggh. She's gonna say me for not practising and all those crap. I hope it's SAY and not scold. But it's not as if I've never got scolding from Monster2 but.. That's super not the point.

Lydia plays bumblebee. I play bumble-elephant. ( I have this thing for elephants) Fat, slow and idiotic. O, Monster2, let me off ): See on the fact that my hands are as fat as sausages resulting in slow motion bees.

It's not exactly my fault that I went to China without practising Bumblebee.
It's not exactly my fault that I went to Thailand without practising Bumblebee.
It's not exactly my fault that I lent HanXiao my book for her DSA audition, resulting in no book and thus, no scores.
It's not exactly my fault that I'm a nice kid and help my aunt to type and print stuff for her (there's a deadline, you know) and therefore not practising.

But no no, you don't tell stuff like that to monsters. You just keep quiet and pout. I just hope she's in a good mood. But her mood is like a pendulum swinging which reminds me of the Edgar Allan Poe story, and I'm the poor guy that got strapped down.

I don't even have food in the lesson so how am I gonna um, rub the food on the straps to attract rats. Grmpf. I'm already very unlucky.



I just like to whine.

" The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction. "