okay....
finally, it's all done!Mood: satisfied with the layouts
Aight, hope you guys like the new layout..
decided to get beach-y with this time's pictures.. *smirks*
I do realise how reader-unfriendly this layout can be..
But as it is, I won't change it till I'm fed up with it. (which will take quite sometime)
The center picture, fortunately, will always be changed regularly, depending on my mood.
Look out for the big yellow fisherman guy. I think he's super cute. ;)
Oh yeah....
I have to make sure I ace Microbiology, just in attempt to show Dr Joel Lee that I'm only good in biology and not in the Chemistry and Calculus department.
It's only giving me some excuse to stay in MB, really.
Bush won! And while I hate his guts in attempt to remain all noble and shit.
He's giving me a good job, which I strongly appreciate.
Once he bans stem-cell research in USA, the companies will have no other choice, but to come down to Singapore, to do their stem-cell research.
Hopefully, they don't go to Germany or Japan or China to bank in there.
I want my job. badly.
I just realised the importance of having moo-lahs (aka the MONEY).
I need it to buy my stuff.
I need it to pay my bills.
I need it just so I can eat.
Pay, pay, pay...
that's just all there is to this world, isn't it?
No money, no talk.
No money, get lost.
bah.. I'm lucky to be better off than the poor kids in India, who're constantly being forced to just BEG for a penny, or a dime.. or just a rupiah.
Poor kids.
Then again, my father's not working now...
I truly begin to wonder at how he gets the money to support us, and marvel at the fact that even without a stable job, he's still able to feed my damn lazy arse with good food.
Oh, the other day, a real estate agent came up to our home.. and told us that some couples have been eyeing my home for quite some time. bwhahahs.. being evil as I have always been, I simply cut the guy off in mid-sentence "We're not intending to move out of here. And it'll be quite some time before that even happens."
Hahs.. he thought he could get me to ask mom to sell the house. My foot! Go kiss your clients ass and tell them to buzz off.. I love my room too much. Not unless you can get me a 4-storey grand victorian mansion with like huge bedrooms, complete with a huge kick-ass swimming pool and a small back yard for practicing my short-game for golf, at a complete budget price that's worth just as much as my current appartment and this mansion is at some place nice and comfy, and it's not haunted...
Only then, I'll get mom to sell our home, and move into that new mansion ASAP.
Obviously, that's impossible. So, yah... no selling of the flat. ;)
Anyway, that's all there is for now.
Will post again later, if I see the need to blog.
Wish me luck and pray for me for my microbiology paper tomorrow, peeps.
I'll be sure to pray for you guys too..
*sly grin* That's if.. I even remember to PRAY.
Peace,
Angel
posted by anj @ 12:23
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