Not that I always post every day - heck, there are only 15 posts since the time when I first set this blog up 2 years ago - but pretend with me here.

The reason? My goofball sisters. I took their report books home from school today and my parents totally freaked. Well, more like my dad freaked, my mum just went along. They're always like that, this incredible duo act, where one is the good cop and one is the bad one. It's interesting really. I think it's the basis of all good, strong relationships - having this kind of balance and working with one another in order to fry and murder your children. But I'm digressing here. Where was I? Oh yeah.

So my parents were freaking out, which I don't really get because I didn't think it was all that bad, but our standards aren't the same (heck, my mum still insists I clean my pigsty of a room, and I STILL can't figure out what it is I'm supposed to clean). They basically told us that we can''t play the computer anymore because, really, we don't deserve it.

Normally I'd be raging about injustice and necessary evils (emphasis on 'evil' here) at this point, but I am inclined to agree with them. Firstly because we really don't deserve it; second, because further pursue of any argument would result in loss of books privileges and KL trips; and lastly, because the punishment is going to come sooner or later anyway - specifically, after Wednesday, when Loi and I receive our own report books. Of course, I'd rather have it later than sooner, but oh well. You get what you get (DUH, Ms Philosopher). 

Adieu, suckers!!