my fan the reverse vacuum cleaner

i hate the fan in my brother's room. for one, it's so awfully weak, when it's switched to its highest speed it still gets overpowered by the natural breeze that comes in through the window. and it's the kind of rectangular vent-ish kind of standing fan that CANNOT be cleaned (maybe it can be cleaned, but no one has bothered to figure out HOW) and so can you imagine the amount of dust that has accumulated on the vent since last september, when we first got it? so now it's sending flying specks of dust at me every few minutes and the white shirt i'm wearing now is SPLATTERED with black marks left behind when i try to flick the dirt off, EWWWWWWW.

that aside, something happened today that made me really happy :) something really trivial and silly, but ohwell. it made my day at least!

need to do some blasted lit review thing for RMT. i was just wondering wouldn't it be a serious waste of your time if you slog so hard and churn out so many assignments during research training and at the end of it all find out that you've not been shortlisted for the research programmes after all? i'd be freaking pissed.

oh and have i mentioned how much i love my subject combi class? all the crazy zany people who waste our (school)lives away at the canteen round tables as a result of our wonderful timetable that awards us free periods every alternate hour. i've lost track of how many hours i've spent at the canteen this week, as well as the number of cups of black longan drinks from the dessert stall i've had. the one thing i can be certain of is that I ATE A LOT THIS WEEK. RAWR!

okay the lit review calls. bleepingbullfrogs.