my grandma is forcing me to drink papaya milk, Again.
tho she keeps insisting theres no bloody milk in it but there is.
anyway when i told my grandma what papaya milk does to you as told by hwee woon, she was like where got and gave a O_O face.
...

anyway the lit assignment i did on the first few days of school hols is totally OUT. OF. POINT.
i still cant believe i wrote so much and its all redundant. i have no idea what was going through my mind when i wrote it, thinking and infering the whole poem in a sick way. until we discussed it during recess, i was like huh?
later then i realised the author was a prisoner, and not a sex slave -_-

so i have but no choice to go write it noww ):
and yuebin's birthday tomorrow! :D