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    Friday, September 25, 2009, 12:43 AM

    I almost bought a Yak Pak tote and also their backpack just now.
    I was happily choosing the design but my sister prevented me from buying -.-
    I will sneak back to that shop in the near future to buy it. [:

    accounting test tomorrow! >.<
    and i thought the lecture starts at 2pm, but it starts at 12.00! which means, i have to either stay up to study or wake up early to study. AND THE MOST IRRITATING THING IS THAT ... THEY POSTPONED THE COMPUTING ASSIGNMENT DEADLINE TO FREAKING SATURDAY.
    (super annoyed, please)

    ):

    oh, and for this morning blood test, i was like damn pale since morning and throughout the trip to the doc. i refused to talk and i kept super silent that my mother got so fed up but not 'pissed'..
    "EMILY AH! You already went through this for 5 times already! Why still so afraid?"
    and I was sooo frustrated I was like, "but i forgot how the whole procedure was like! i didn't even LOOOK!" so i asked the same question that i bugged her 3 days before my blood tests for the past few months which was "how long did it take ah?"
    haha, she almost whack my head at the hospital. so i went in and emphasized to the nurse that i was super afraid of needles and she just nod, smiled, and stuffed that needle into my arm.
    after she gave me the plaster, i stood up and started smiling like an idiot and my mom was like, this is madness man. yea, i went in a super stone faced girl and skipped out a super happy girl.
    it took less than 10 seconds. i counted this time round, recorded it down so i don't have to ask my mother again. I hope it's improving! (: i still detest blood tests and doctor visits. I HATE NEEDLES. >;(

    OKAY. I'M OFF TO DO SOME MUGGING.