IM 15 15 15!!!!! yay-funkaye fifteen! gonna make IC with pawra on friday cos im.. 15! ahahaha.apparently i was born round noon. doctor was threatening to "SARK MI OWT" if i wasn't coming along nicely. yeah, i did come out eventually- SLEEPING! yeaah, i figure that's the reason i fall asleep so easily during class. nothing like the perfect monotonous maths teacher voice, complete with the innate supersleep-ability to help you while away those dreamy afternoons.
had a funky day. step into school, and lyn shouts HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEANETTE! haha, no way she could forget..her birthday's also today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYN! all you funkilicious people, THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR PRESENTS!!! i loves them! especially the picks from juicy- i'll try really really REALLY hard not to lose them! and pawra and TY-thanks for your um, PROTECTIVE tanning oil :D shall try and make the best use of it. thanks also all you guys who wished me happy birthday, and becca! for your funky fountain pen :)
ahhh, i think im already slightly darker from lying on the tarp. we were supposed to be doing the banner, but we had no plan no paint no BANNER! so we discussed and discussed, halfway i got tired of sitting. so i lay on the tarp and continued lying down after the banner discussions..im such a pig ;)then TY and her hwa chong people had to come, me,ching and our fellow piggies were all bolting up. silly ching- gave me a shock. im lying there enjoying the faint breeze, laughter around me, sun on my face.. then she suddenly jerks me up fiercely whispering "chinese high guys!" i got up and looked around frantically.aw man, exercised my under-utilised stomach muscles for scrawny juniors.
zarhhhh! they weren't even lookingg. so i lay down again and admired the clouds floating, and this crow comes and flaps onto the zinc roof above. so im half-conscious; staring at his feathery butt above me and i remark lazily "hey loook. that crow's lifting his tail" the importance of my remark hit me a second after it did everyone else. suddenly there was this MAD scramble to get off the tarp. HAHAHA, it was damn comical! there was this funny "zwor zwor" sound(that the tarp makes when you move) and 3 seconds later, we were standing in a row looking at poor mush on the ground and the wag-a-butt feathered exhibitionist above her.she just gave us that 'uniquely-mush' look of hers.
