
What hopes could a 17-year old with a vocabulary the size of your typical house mosquito have of publishing a paperback biography comparable to a 57-year old writer with more than 20 years of experience from Berkeley? I know. Nobody asked me to. But sometimes the illusion is inevitable.
;p.
I'm not sure about the movie but the song's really good. The lyrics are it's forte. But the movie does look good. Will borrow from Mindy. (Maybe after SPM).
Anyway, played 2 hours of badminton today. Julia, Felicity and my dad. Was nice. Good exercise..jpg)
Yes, this is what happened last time my dad and I played badminton for an hour and a half.
Oh well. Guess I can stop wondering why I'm not losing any weight. ;p
After we'd finished up, we headed over to Point One which was on the same block because Taipei 101 was closing (it was 9:30pm =.=). At ice-cream there and watched football. Well, not really. We just shouted the names of the random footballers that appeared on TV. Tweety, Min and I sat on one row (the pro-football government) and Che, Winnie and Naomi sat on the opposite side (the opposition who kept sprinkling ice water at us for our love of football -.-'').
Worried about Bingo. He's a beaut, eh? Hope he's alright. Calling the vet tomorrow because they don't open on Sundays. They should. Like hospitals do. Animals are living creatures too, y'know? Hrmph..jpg)
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It's scary to think that I can name every one of those characters in that picture. Maybe except for the two purple twins. I just know them as Lisa's classmates. ;p