My third day without sleep. No decaf please, I'm on a case.
Concocted stronger coffee mixed with rose syrup, cocoa powder, lemon, honey, butter, milk, whipped cream, vanilla, cinammon and peppermint sauce. I threw up bad, but it felt good anyway.
My study desk has become a world war crisis. Got to study for Solicitors' Account test next week and make a research on the qualifications of a ballistics expert in the Malaysian Forensics department.
Finally cracked the game ZUMA DELUXE. O Great Frog of Zuma that spits multi-colored balls, save me from this eternal monotony...
Faizal's cat left its collar in my room. On closer look, it might have belonged to Doraemon.
There is a mountain of white shirts needed to be ironed for next week's mooting practice. I wish I had a maid to iron these shirts for me. Preferably a cute one in short French maid costume...
Ooh la la...
I thought the only qualifications you need in order to become a ballistic expert is that you know what a gun is, how to handle it, how to assemble and disassemble it, and which ammo goes with which gun. Wonder if I should call the police to assist me with my assignment?
is playing in my mind today.
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