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Wednesday, February 11, 2004


You know what? My com is back to normal again!!!. Haha, but haiz, my relationship with the keyboard is getting worse, you didnt know how many typo errors I had while typing this paragraph. Be back soon. too excited. My com is okie now, and I got my S.H.E CD. Well....well.

Haiz. Stupid me fell off the bed last night. And the bruise on my knee is irritatingly big and purplish. Ew. Swollen somemore. Haiz. Painful. Nvm.

Haiz, I feel so bad. Everybody's whining and complaining and getting sick of JC life, and tada, here I am, enjoying it....to a large extent. Hehe. I must be enjoying myself here too much. but the people here are real fun. Cant wait for the results to be out... at least I get to know my destiny earlier. Cant stand the feeling of guessing where I'll end up 1 and a half mths later. Hehe. If I can, I will stay. And I cant stand it when I reach Tanah Merah MRT station and all my juniors start staring at me and wonder why I can wear sports shoes, tie my hair with such colourful rubber bands, silver pins, ankle socks, anklet, shirt almost tucked out and yet not get caught by Papaya goh. I feel like getting rid of this AH uniform, the skirt is pissing me off.

Finally started writing GP essays, introduction only. Haha. Shit, I think my school is far too slow. And I forgot how to write an intro. Haiz. I probably failed mine, and high chance meet up with than tcher and start chatting away. Haiz, he said he'll call us one by one....I'll be dead.

Touch rug can be nice, until the running part. I'm getting sick of running, and it really feels like "Run Lola Run" kind of thing. Haha. My exercise schedule is as follows : Mon -PE, Tues - Touch [which i ususally pon], Wed - PE, Thurs - Touch. Fri - rest. Hehe. I should have slimmed down theoratically, but reality is always cruel. Haiz. Still as fat as before. =P.

Valentine's Day's coming, which means, road run is near. Haiyo. Run again. My calf muscles will be bulging when I leave JC, I guess. Haha. Haiz, reminded me of last year being late for school on V Day, just because that idiot taxi driver stopped at every traffic light. And the glass bottles. Hehe. Still keeping them girls? Or did you giv to your mum to put some other stuff instead? haha.

Stupid hannah sent me a V Day gift. So sweet. Muackz. Haha. But the cover, haha, I spent half a minute giggling. It was a polar bear. Haha, did you see some underlying meaning somewhere? haha. -polar pig- Thankz alot anyway.. Hehe. Off to read other blogs. Sianz. FMaths test coming, and I got scolded by the tcher for not paying attention during lessons. Haha. She wrote that on my paper. Haiz. I admit I wasnt listening for that chap. Hehe. Cant concentrate at that corner. Blehz, and now, I am sitting in frnt, after some arrangements. Haiz. Over 10 yrs of education, +2 for kindergarden, 12 years, I've never sit at the front row before, and now....-sobz- but it's really good, you tend to listen to the tcher. Haha.