i told you i love the 1930s/1940s!

bitch you ain't got shit on me. bitch you ain't got shit on me. bitch you ain't got shit on me. [it's stuck in my head]

heidiho. ohidieh. so today, i had woken up at 10, so i decided to make my way to the library to do a little of studying. only brought chemistry despite having social studies prep tomorrow.

had gone to Bedok, because i was hoping to get one of the tables by the window where there would be abundant sunshine. well unfortunately for me there weren't even any tables that were unoccupied, so i sat reading for awhile first.

eons later Syazana came, so we made our way to the Mr Teh Tarik behind the library to have a quick lunch. couldnt help laughing at the story of the fall at the Waterworks slide!

when we got back to the library, we found two seats next to each other by the large table, so we decided to sit there. i found the diary of Anne Frank! finally. borrowed that and the book about the little kitty named Cleo.

i found a book of weird facts and lists of weird things and kept sharing some of them with Syaz. i was complaining about how Singapore hadn't been featured in any of the lists, until finally it did.... on the last page. o wells.

bibliophile: one who collects books.
bibliophobia: a fear of books. 

"Hotel India"! no what that means? no it is not an inside joke! it's something that probably half the world knows. *laughs*

Syaz had to go at one point, so i stayed and continued with a little of chemistry. around 6.30 went and met with my grandfather and mom. i liked how i made a horrible joke about the latter and my grandfather really chuckled at it! love the way he laughs. *grins*

ok. so tomorrow is the start of my preparatory examinations. to tell you the truth i really don't want to do my exams. really!

ok i don't really care about that, so look;

isn't she pretty? she died when she was fifteen, i think? well, barely sixteen. i wish my writing would gain recognition after i die, too.

well once i am done with these two books, i shall hunt for books regarding the story of James Francis Ryan.  i was so moved by Saving Private Ryan. i told you i love the 1930's/1940's. truly, truly beautiful times. the fact that these books are non-fiction just add to the wonderfulness!