Your sixth sense is wrong.

Wow! I actually updated.

I am damn angry at Anne for not letting Sydney and Vivianne end up together.

I mean, what is the fun of Sydney and Scarlett ending up with each other. (OK, forget the previous sentence, maybe because I am super jealous of Scarlett...)

So, today is an ok day, I guess. Except the Sydney and Vivianne part. Wait, why must I keep on crapping about that? Stupid Scarlett.

Still...today I went to make my I.C card. I feel really really old now, I mean, you don't really think of yourself as an adult, right?

And I.C card is always associated with adults. I bet I will lose my I.C card someday. (I am just
fated to lose things.) But other than that, making I.C card is fine, just that I hate printing my thumbprint.

Who prints the same thumb twice, for crying out loud! And both thumbs too! Do they seriously think that we will become murderers or something. Or, on second thought, maybe one day we will get murdered and they can use our thumbprints to identify our rotten, decomposed bodies, with maggots weaving in and out of our brownish flesh.

Eew, I shall not think about that.

That's all now. (Yes, I know this is super short, but at least I updated.)

And you should also ignore the sneaky, mean voice in your head that tells you that I updated just to prove your sixth sense wrong.

P.S to all my faithful(and impatient) readers of The Master of Treason:
I will do the same thing I did to Shadow of the Past on this blog, ok? Hope you find it tolerable.

And please wait patiently for me to finish The Master of Treason. If you happen to grow old and die in the long period of waiting, well...remember In Mori Veritas!