7 pm today:

i had to put on my contacts, then work. now a piece of A4 paper looks as if its B4. therefore, it has taken several hours for me to plot a graph. well its more like 6, but it more or less shows one thing. in my quest for multiple histogram showage, i ploted a really confusing... blocky thing, but i've settled with one with tracing paper. ts a compromise. lets say that the concept was excellent, but the execution was... well, i dont colour well, as i told karen, who is a lovely person, btw. (1. here, karen, i said it. 2. i also used the word 'lovely'. ) karen said that histograms would be my ticket to a sweet 8. so here it is. although, i'm not gonna get an 8, anyway, so that was a total waste of time, plus, its a practice. i hate the fact that our year is alway the guinea pigs in these thing, new syllabus, stats coursework, blah blah blah.

now: so i went out -- dinner with relatives. the cos who knit me the scarf in now into beauty, as in facials. he walks arounf with a bag with moisturisers, grease paper stuff (which he takes out a the dinner table, bad etiquette much? and offers me one. bad tact much?), combs and stuff. he's learnign from his girlfriend, apparently. he says that guys in HK does that (carry around facial products) all the time. i dont know whether to believe him or not, but he has much to learn.

well he beats the one who plucks his eyebrows and listens to enrique iglesias.

they opened a gap in HK and banana republic and blue navy. and miss sixty. but karen says that i'm not beck enough to wear it. i'll have to be jewish. consider it preparing for marrying michael rosenbaum.

angel on, bye guys.

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th since 5th october 2001