It has been decided by all the members of my family (except me) that since I am 1) a noisy individual 2) who bathes late at night 3) which consequently disrupts the beauty sleep of my mommer and jiejie, that after 10.30pm every night I am to be banned from using the toilet next to their rooms and have been relegated to using the toilet downstairs instead for my midnight bathing endeavours. Which I am entirely fine with save for the fact that I refuse to change in the toilet which means that I have to wrap myself up with my towel and sneak past my doddy who will either be in his study room or watching teevee and then run up the stairs to my room so that I can air-dry with abandon and previously this wasn't a problem because the toilet upstairs was really close to my room so I could saunter about in all my nekkid glory (okay not so glorious) and just slip into my room if I heard anyone coming. So I figure either I 1) hone my ninja skills or 2) get used to bathing earlier and since bathing late has grown on me I guess I will soon be a very successful ninja warrior.

I have big blisters on my feet from running about barefoot today and so while bathing I made the floor extremely soapy so that the reduced friction would make them hurt less and I was very proud of myself for thinking of this and I felt like a penguin on ice.

Also many thingabobbies in the house have ceased to work recently like the home phone and the television remote (the task of fixing it has been relegated to me as well I swear my family is punishing me for being a noisy imp so I have to find time to go to some shiddy place in Orchard to buy the specific model) and I have ceased to work as well which augurs badly for my prelims BAD BAD BAD HOWL HOWL HOWL but perhaps tomorrow I will be shot with an arrow by the God of Hardworkingness who works the same way Cupid does and this will make me fall in love with the first piece of work I see on my desk.