zaaaaaaaaarh. i love our school uni, very very much. its funky and i look good in it :)
-i hear snorts-
ANYWAY. but its darn troublesome!! people are forever sitting on my skirt. what's more, its always the old aunties who plop next to me with their GINORMOUS plastic bags of marketing, or the middle-aged ladies who are totally in denial about (whispers) saggy butt cheeks.
oh gads, now that that's on the World Wide Web, i will get retribution. lalalala.

everytime it reaches my stop, i have to gently tug on my skirt so the nice lady realises she's actually sitting on it and can then can get off it IN TIME FOR ME TO GET OFF THE BUS. then it becomes my fault cos i left it on the seat for her to sit on. shucks, i feel so bad when i have to make the old ladies get up, so i smile very nicely at them. then they don't smile back. poo

this time, it was the skirt again. BUT IT WASN'T AN OLD LADY.
it was a poor skinny SJI junior. im so sorry little man.
i was happily moving to my intended seat and his bag happened to be sticking out. i could have avoided it very nicely, but the stupid bus jerked! so i flew to the side, and the skirt caught on his bag. why you gotta have so many buckles anyway huh?
lucky he was quick enough to pull his bag back.
i believe he was in a state of shock when i proceeded on with whatever remained of my grace and dignity. who knows? i sure as hell didn't look back.

the mats at the back were laughinggg. but they weren't laughing at me lah.
i think. maaaaaa-meyaaah.oh well. lesson learnt.- nods head fervently-

but ZOMG. i have ruined the good name of IJ forever. just in case-

LITTLE MAN. YOU ARE SO NOT HOT ENOUGH TO FLASH FOR.

so there.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

OH MY TIAN. I LOVE MRS ALEX AND HER STRING-PULLING.
more later :DDDDDDDD

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

OMG. STINCHPENNY IS PLAYING TOMORROW AND IM MISSING IT :((((((
stupid prelims. im missing the live band!!!! with the cute singer! (but he is not the point). the point is.. i don't know. i don't want to sit for the crummy paper. i haven't memorised my spacing and phrases. AND BLODDY HELL, I ONLY FOUND OUT TODAY THAT PRELIMS WERE TOMOOORROW. ITS NOT FAIRR. ARHHHH.

stupid IMF (is it imf? i never really took note of the acronyms). we have to rushrushrush to the esplanade after paper 1, and we can't cab there zoomzoom in a superfast taxi careening off the PIE with a mad monkey singing "put-the-lime-in-the-coke-you-nut" for a driver because -pauses for dramatic flair and much-needed breath-THE ROADS ARE CLOSED. yes. you heard (read) right. for the lovely people of the Meeting to see Singapore in all her morning glory- skyscapers glistening with morning dew, blooming flowers by the roadside..the roads are clooooosed. nononoNOOOO.

on a brighter note, LAURA TAN! my fantastic tutor!:DD i think i actually have a (though miniscule chance, but a chance nevertheless) of passing maths! -does pre- victory dance-
yayness.

i think i need more sleepytime. fell asleep during bio double period (shocker! nette never falls asleep during bio. only during maths and chem and.. you see! no more!) but the nap was shiok. haha, dan. its not you- its US. i love the 4th level st raph's block classrooms. they're the best places to sleep. the wind, the 'got sun, but not too much'. my fav is R401. play indian maths teacher accent soundtrack for best results. the ironic thing is- i stayed awake throughout maths. what is the world coming to.

bleagh- lousy crummy paper. but :) FORBIDDEN CITYYYY!

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

oh gads, i feel crummy :( i'll warn you first, this is gonna be a rant. shoo go away, its not worth reading.

TO THE MANY DIFFERENT YOUS:

YOU: I DON'T KNOW WHO I'M MORE PISSED WITH. YOU OR MYSELF.
YOU: I THOUGHT WE'D CLEARED IT UP! WHAT WITH THE SMS?
YOU: WHY'D YOU HAVE TO DO THAT FOR? YOU GOT ME ALL MIXED UP NOW
YOU: YOU'RE GETTING TO BE ANNOYING. STOP IT.
YOU: WHAT WENT WRONG? WE USED TO BE PRETTY CHUMMY :(
YOU: I WAS HAPPY WITH YOUR ANSWER. SOMEHOW IT SEEMED AS IF YOU WEREN'T.
YOU: ARHHH. WHY ARE MY DECISIONS SO AFFECTED BY YOU?
YOU: GO AWAY
YOU: GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE. STOP ASKING ME >>:(

ah dammit.
i need a hug.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2006/09/04/asia/AS_GEN_Australia_Obit_Crocodile_Hunter.php

aw man. tragic. i remember watching him on animal planet. funny, i never thought of him dying. i always thought he'd be here like, when im ancient and have little 'nettes' running around the place, i'd be all "hey, look kids! i used to watch him when i was young!"
nope, no more crocodile hunter.

sad, it was a super freak freak accident. what are the odds of getting pierced directly in the heart? the barbed tail had to squeeze through the rib cage and poke through intercostal muscle, and BAM, strike the heart. then again. the silly swam directly over the stingray :/
awwww. his poor kids and wife. and his dog! his gorgeous dog! see. this is what happens when you choose to live a life full of excitement, pursuing your passion.

better stay home, where you're nice and warm and safe. and bloody stingrays don't go around sticking their pointy extremities into you. i think not
i guess he enjoyed life to the fullest huh.

so which is better: living a happy, safe life- you'll get to see your family grow up, you're content..yeah, it may be a little boring at times. but hey, you're secure!
or giving life your darnest best, and dying young.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

bhangra night. hmm, i didn't know fr joe could bhangra. but it makes sense right! = =
riight.
ANYWAY. the only real bhangra step i learnt was from rere. wah lao, why don't we get to learn more interesting stuff like that. apparently SJI got taught that for PE. we do jive, bleagh.
hmmmmm/

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH