My very ma fan koko Bernard moved my blog again. All this moving around is HIS IDEA, HIS FAULT, I don’t like it anymore than you do.
So here’s my new address. And he promised it’ll be permanent.
http://jasmineyow.wordpress.com/
It better be. If not I will ban him from messing with my blog again.
Instead of more interesting dreams, I fell down from my bed this morning at 5am. My elbow hit the tiled floor so hard I had to make myself a cold compress to ease the pain. And it sucks that we don’t have ice because my clustermates have overfed the fridge to its death.
I got up and watched Freedom Writers, and I loved it. (Since last month I have been renting movies from the nearby shop despite protests from the kiamsiap voice inside.)
If I be a teacher, I want to be like Erin Gruwell.
ps: Sudah mula faham betapa susah kerja pengiklanan. Hari tu balik, lapar sampai saya makan SEMUA TERUNG dalam bekas. Terus tidur selepas itu. Kena kerja kuat kuat baru dapat duit banyak.
I have not been having pleasant dreams lately. They’re not nightmares, but they’re frustrating.
I dreamt that Yi Cheng spoilt our birthday surprise for Emily because he came into our room. (Well he’s not even allowed to enter in real life.) I was entrusted with tasks, but got them all wrong. I mixed up timetables, I got angry with myself. Everything just kept going wrong.
But there was one unthinkable one:
Instead of Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, I was selected to be sent up into space.