she smiled in a big way;


uk is like so pretty, can?
or maybe its just cambridge.
shall elaborate another day.
i have to do my tutorials.
GAH.


the way a girl like that smiles when the world is hers.

wouldn't it be nice if we were older?


today was supposed to be a good day to rant because i was in a superduper foul mood. but, i cheered up tremendously after seeing this superduper cute bread at breadtalk. i think i will go and buy another one before i fly off on sunday.

in case you've been living under a rock for the past few days, i'll be leaving singapore for lovely uk on sunday. please do not come and send me off. sleep is more important.

i kind of dread going away. a lot of things can happen in two weeks. and i dont want to come back to see everything change. and of course, anything can happen on a plane as well. and i really dont want the plane to crash or something.

i hope i can meet peter crouch. or xabi alonso. or miki roque. or anthony le tallec. but, they will be in switzerland i think. sigh. if only the charity, oops, sorry, the community shield is held at wembley. then, maybe, just maybe, i might get a chance to bump into them at the airport! but, alas, stupid wembley stadium has yet to be completed. so, i will never get a chance to bump into them. unless they come cambridge for a friendly or something. gah.

i lost all inspiration for my mini-project, by the way. oh, well, who cares la.

and the school is so freaking screwed, i tell you. they tell us to make choices when we dont have to choice. they expect us to have four hours of protected revision time when most of us end school at 1705. like, i take 1 hour to go back, 1 hour to bathe&eat, 2 hours to do my tutorials. by the time i start revising, it will be really at the eleventh hour.

and, tell me, whats the use of putting a string through the blouse when the edge of the blouse must be at your waist? we might as well just tuck in the stupid blouse, right?

also, i dont wish to obtain a freaking scholarship. nor do i wish to obtain 4 As for my promos (though i will be very happy if i did). and i think a school should be run like a school and not like a big business company.

on a brighter note, my teacher thinks that i'm bright.

but, if you think about it. its not my school that is freaking screwed. the whole education system is freaking screwed.

and i'm really really really sick of studying. gah.


then we wouldn't have to wait so long.

and the world is flawed,


"I am an officer of the Singapore Armed Forces.
My duty is to lead, to excel and to overcome.

I lead my men by example.
I answer for their training, morale and discipline.

I must excel in everything I do.
I serve with pride, honour and integrity.

I will overcome adversity with courage, fortitude and determination.

I dedicate my life to Singapore."

i think this is like, the coolest ever creed i've ever heard in my whole freaking life. and to think i spent donno how many donkey minutes trying to memorise it when i can easily find it over the net.

temasek seminar is pretty fun. it makes me appreciate the fact that i'm a girl. thank you daddy for your x chromosome. oh, and i also overheard a sentence from an army officer that goes like this, "teo chee hean. big fuck." i think that's so freaking cool too. wahahahahahhaa. but teo is a pretty decent guy. better than khaw anyway. mr. jjc was pretty funny as well. "i ask you right," "can a not." and the way he pronounced serbia & montenegro was hilarious. hee.

i screwed up my skit though. i couldnt stop laughing. ha.

ok la, i gotta study for bio & econs. i'm falling in love with econs by the way. cause it makes a lot of sense. unlike bio. gah.

i need to rant too. but i shall do that tomorrow. because like all teachers say, STUDIES COME FIRST. but its 2123 hours now and i really want to see who gets knocked out of singapore idol. so, tv comes first, i guess. bye bye.


but the scars will heal.

baby, just walk away,


HA.

i feel inspired to do a mini-project on my own.
so i shan't be blogging for the next 6873415745487754545331 days, i think.
dont miss me.
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.


you know i can't stay.

she acts like summer,


CLASSIC QUOTE FROM A CERTAIN MS. LEE: "who is peter crouch? is he the one the jersey behind write crouch one?"

hee. X)

oh, ya. how do you write a will? i am flying off in a few weeks time and you never know if the plane is going to crash or something. i dont want my dearest stuffed toys to end up at some idiot's home, yeah? so, if you happen to know how to write a will, please tag. i shall reward you by willing you my blog.


and walks like rain.

"i want you on my team."


ooopsieoopsieoops. i think i'm supposed to update or something.

so, yeah, anyway. i'm sick. like, really really sick. like, those you-feel-like-you-are-gonna-die-any-second kind of sick. sigh.

another thing that makes me sicker was news that italy had won the world cup. like, wa lao eh. this team first knocked out the czechs, then the australians. then, after i've decided that the germans are the less-est of the four evils in the semi-final and thus worthy of my support, they have to knock the germans out. idiots.

and ronaldo wants to leave man u because, apparently, england doesnt want him. HAHAHAHA. which country wants you, my dear ronaldo? TELL ME. oh, yah. i know. portugal. but, of course, i'm just kidding. you are very loved. you are loved by all the average-looking people out there . why? WHY? because you just make them feel drop-dead gorgeous, thats why.

sigh. i am still feeling super sick. let me tell you how i got sick. first, my throat got pus. then my eye got swollen. then i have a recurring fever. then a short bout of running nose. and then, ta-da! my dearest cough bacteria/virus came back to visit. nice to see you again too.

ok la, gotta rush to do something now, lest people say i dont have the commitment, initiative, activeness again. GAH.

shall rant another day. bye.

oh, and the new msn is pretty.


"so does everybody else."

and my scars remind me,


portugal is the biggest shit of them all.
gah.
they can just go and eat each other up.
shit portugal, shit shit portugal.
hucking fell.


that the past is real.

there's nothing to fight for,


oops. i think i was supposed to update. >.<

if you want my frankest opinion, i think italy should go and eat shit for knocking both the czech republic (there goes my pavel nedved, the adorable sleepy dwarf lookalike) & australia out of the world cup. i also think that france should also go and eat shit for knocking spain out too. wa lao, YOU KNOW HOW MANY HANDSOME PLAYERS ARE IN THE SPANISH SQUAD, YOU STUPID FRENCH #&*$^&*$@^&$?! but after thinking it through, i think both italy and france should just go and eat each other since they are both pieces of shit anyway.

sorry for this terrible short and lame post. every drop of my brain juice has been drained away by hell 2.0, otherwise known as "meridian junior college jc1 mid-year examinations 2006." sad to say, the drainage is/was? in vain. i think i will set a record by having this set of results on my results slip: biology - U. chemistry - U. mathematics - U. economics - U. general paper - U. chinese - U. but, of course i'm just kidding. i wont get so many Us la. i will get 5 Us and 1 S. hahahahaha.


it's already dead.