Yes! Today's the last day!

And there's an idiot sittin behing me reading all the words I type.

Geez, get a clue, won't you?

没办法，只好用华语来写。在我后面的死丫头还仍然说着要吃东西。
“嘭”的一声，椅子跌了下来。几分钟前，他吃东西的时候，不知是搞什么鬼， 仿佛嘴里有个洞一样，食物从她的口里露出来。她到底是人还是野兽呢？动作和举止步入豺狼。气死我了！

Now that the perennial little spawn is gone, I can finally resume writing in English.

She can't even behave like a proper human being for 10 fucking seconds! First she somehow drops a chip while stuffing herself with potato chips on my desk, then she proceeds to read what I blog out loud (I want to kill her...slowly) and now she topples off the chair. Can't you even sit properly? Do you just have an inability to behave like a civilised person or are you just some heathen we picked off Africa?

Due to her inconspiciously thick skull, words nor actions can penetrate through her head into her brain. Her hints are about as obvious as the giggles of children playing hide-and-seek. It's always 'I wish...', 'I hope...', or if that thing happens to be food, she'll be hungry 15 minutes later despite consuming a 6-course meal with family. In short, she's your brainless goldfish, good to look at, unpleasant to be around.

She's brash, rude, bratty, and resorts to complaining to dear Mummy or Nanny with alarming alacrity when thigs do not go that way. Dear God, I hope I wasn't that bad when I was young.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WAS WORSE? WANNA DIE ISSSIT?! HAR???

Said offender backs off slowly so as not to atagonise me.

I will never have kids. One sister is enough for a lifetime. I hate kids anyway, and their wails and wants and their shroudings away from reality. I hate their coy manipulations and the adults who are susceptible. I hate biased parents and their spoilt children. I hate how it's like a ball and chain shaclking you to them, and having to drag them around like a 500-tonne weight at your ankle. I hate how restrained your life becomes after you have kids. I'd rather have a pet or a pet projects, or if I am under duress from evil in-laws, adopt someone from China or something (well, there's the language barrier...so darn). If said in-laws harass me, I'll shove the women's charter in their faces and give them the middle finger salute, and ask them to go make one themselves. Or inject some tranquilizer and bitch-slap them.

I wonder if torture is allowed.

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I can finally wash my hair, so I'm happy! Yay! It's 2 and a half days gone, so it should be safe. According to estimation, if you round off 2.5 to the nearest whole number, the answer is 3! So therefore I have a right to wash my hair.

I finished rebonding at 6.30ish on Monday.

Therefore,
Half: 6.30 p.m. to 6.30 a.m.
One: 6.30 a.m. to 6.30 p.m.

One half: 6.30 p.m. to 6.30 a.m.
Two: 6.30 a.m. to 6.30 p.m.

Two half: 6.30 p.m. to 6.30 a.m.
Three: 6.30a.m. to 6.30 p.m.

Current time: 11.25 a.m. (approx. 11:30)
Percentage of day 3 : 70.8333% over.

So washing my hair is safe because it more than 2 and a half days over and my scalp is beginning to stink.

See? Your math teacher was right when he/she said that Math is crucial to life as you use it all the time.

Maybe I'll wait until 12. By then the percentage of overall time passed against recommended time should be a decent 91% and above.

If you don't understand what I'm saying, that because my intelligence is unparalleled, therefore you can't understand the figures above.

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