uh-huh,


DEPRESSING stuff first:

i'm so going to fail my english.
my chinese.
my e maths.
my a maths.
my bio.
my chem.
my physics.
and my combined humanities.

i know, i know. how can i fail chem when i havent even taken the paper? but seriously, what are the odds of me passing? probably the same odds as mr. bill gates going bankrupt.

i know, i know. look on the bright sunny side. its not the 'o' levels.

whatever.

speaking of the 'o' levels, there is exactly SEVENTEEN days to that dreaded chinese 'o's. ooo la la. chinese. the most depressing language ever created. the most outrageous language ever created. the most ridiculous language ever created. those facts doesnt change despite the fact that it is my native language. despite the fact that, HOHOHO, grand old china is opening up! gee, india is opening up as well. why dont we all take hindi?

wait, we should look forward to the future, shant we? africa is probably going to open up in the next few decades. why dont we start learning... whateverlanguageafrican speaks?

GAH.

just thinking about chinese drives me insane.

lets move on to something good to drive that insanity out of my mind.

so, anyway, i know this is long overdue, but HOHOHOHOHOHOHO, LIVERPOOL BEAT CHELSEA. LIVERPOOL ARE IN THE CHAMPIONS' LEAGUE FINALS. LIVERPOOL BEAT CHELSEA.

and mr. jose, it is so not the linesman nor the kop at fault. the person you should be blaming is your darling defender. if he had been a little bit slimmer, the linesman would probably have a clear view of that goal.

moral of the story? get your players to slim down. pronto. put roman's money into good use. and oh, as eminen would have sung, "hush little jose, dont you cry. roman's gonna buy you a brand new team." -beams.

alonso looks so dashing outside his jersey. -swoons.

rakkionen on the other hand, looks atrocious in his jersey. gah. he won though. YAY.

and so did heats. YAY.

another thing worth jumping for joy?

we actually have prom night!

so fun!

-beams.

somebody dress up as garfield and be my date leh.

i'll dress up as arlene.

or to make it simpler, you wear orange. i wear pink.

okay?

i promise you oodles of fun.

i will step on your toes while dancing. i will fart in front of your face. and i will make sure i dirty your perfectly-ironed tuxedo and mess your perfectly-gelled hair.

-BEAMS.

and yes, i know, i sound desperate. but thats only because i want mr. marc cherry to notice me and cast me in his new series, desperate schoolgirls. judging by the success of desperate housewives, i'll be a household name in no time. and then, i will probably get josh hartnett as my date.

-BEAMS.

like that will ever happen.

anyway, another good thing? LO AND BEHOLD, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS "TUCK-OUT" IN THE ENGLISH DICTIONARY. so, next time if j. wong or any of the mighty gang tells you that your shirt is "tuck out," kindly ignore them as they are just talking rubbish.

speaking of rubbish, the pupils' suggestion form is rubbish. no wait, its plain bullshit. the stuff about the national anthem? daphne said that teachers should set a good example by singing it with pride. and guess what was the reply? the teachers are already singing it with pride.

honestly, this shows that either a) they are suffering from a serious bout of self-denial or b) they are suffering a very serious bout of self-denial. honestly, WHICH TEACHER SINGS THE ANTHEM? save for the freaking irritating chow? even the vp dont sing it. -ROLLS EYES.

teachers need to get a life. and fast.

and i'm in love with yellowcard. i want their cd. i'm in love with them. i want their cd. i'm also in love with switchfoot. and mcfly. and i also want their cds. i'm also in love with... okay, this list will never stop if i go on.

and i want the standup/speakup bands.

and i want the converse bag.

and i want oodles of soft toys.

i will marry the person who buys me that gigantic soft toy from the precious thots in tampines mall. SERIOUS. hello, that cost more than a HUNDRED BUCKS. if a person is willing to splurge that much on me, i'm his. unless if that person is a girl, of course. if she's a girl, that changes everything. i will sever ties with her. haha. =X

okay larh, just to make my stand clear, i'm not anti-les, just anti-faggot. CHAO AH FAG! BOO!

-sigh, i'm like, ultra lame.

so are the working people.

hello? i'm studying BIO. and in bio, i have to study about "sexual reproduction in humans," whether I like it or not. so please do not stare at my textbook and then give me a dirty look as if i'm studying porn. also, please do not stare at the textbook with so much interest either, it seriously freaks me out. especially if the part i'm reading is "sexual reproduction in PLANTS." humans, you pay great interest, i think i can understand. BUT PLANTS? no wonder singapore's birth rates are falling.


this my shit.