Oh goodness. This is priceless. I got Googled for Why I Like Ripping My Cuticles.

Anyhow. we should make lunch-at-Gecko-and-studying-in-the-law-library a weekly affair as far as possible.

And while we're on the subject, have you guys seen the law library? It makes the Central Library look like it's stuck in the 1970s or something. (Okay the Central Library isn't -that- bad, but well, you get my drift.)

I defied my conscience by starting on Atonement last night. Restricted myself to one chapter though, but it's looking good.

I have to go run now. I just ate two HUGE curry puffs and two Girl Guide cookies. (Damn. My self-control is the worst when I'm at home. It's easier to distract myself outside, like with my books or something) Sigh, I actually didn't plan on running today.

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PMS is worse than having your period. Pimple outbreaks and water retention. Ugh. At least I eased up on the crank factor this time.

Oh yes, while I found this very interesting, I thought that they were a tad bit unconvincing because McDonald's is just one of many big corporations that exploit and contribute to hunger and ecological damage. And it had sentences in it like "It's no exaggeration to say that when you bite into a Big Mac, you're helping the McDonald's empire to wreck this planet." to induce a load of guilt. I guess that's the whole point, really. Mind you, I'm not pro-McDonald's myself, but does it mean that if you boycott McDonald's you're obligated to boycott all the companies that pay their sweat-shop employees US$1 a day for gruelling labour? I quite liked the rest of the fact-sheet though, the parts related to health and all that, like this, "To achieve this artificial conformity, McDonald's require that their "fresh lettuce leaf", for example, is treated with twelve different chemicals just to keep it the right colour at the right crispness for th right length of time. It might as well be a bit of plastic."

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I love my dog. He's the only living thing I know who's contented with me just having a kickabout with him and scratching his ears. Since I'm usually the last one out of the house in the morning, I wake up the latest, and I always find him lying down outside my room, waiting for me to open the door. (I have a sneaky suspicion that he might be anorexic though, he refuses to eat and is practically just skin and bones.) Really, how can you not love a creature like that?

I counted in German today as I was running. I only got up til 120-something before I gave up. Try saying einhunderteinundzwanzig (121) without tripping over the tongue in your mind. And so forth.