OHOHOH. (note; this is the sound of joy, and nothing else).
have officially dropped senior science. a stupid yet, heavy burden.

okay, this week, i have realised that my fatness is really starting to kick in. it all sunk in, when i talked to matt, "you know, i have just realised im comparable to the people on the biggest loser". and he laughed. that unsympathetic chump did not help.

oooh, this font looks funny.

what have i been doing this week? SCHOOL PHOTOS. absolutely shocking. this year, was definitely one of the worst years. it all began with me lining up for the photos, and i was next. i looked at sashin

camera lady: SMILE!
sashin: *smiles*
camera lady: say CHEESY!!!
sashin: CHEESY!
me: BAHAHAHA cheesy, that's got to be the lamest thing i have ever heard.
*sashin walks off and i take his seat*
camera lady: SMILE!
me: *smiles*
camera lady: say CHEESY!!!
me: cheesy? damn, karma.

and because this year's photographers were dumb, and annoying, they decided to make every single male student to do up their top buttons. for some students, it's an option, but for others, it's a BIG NO. my shirt was ever so old, since year 7. okay, im too cheap to buy new shirts, but so what? :D and i had great difficulty doing up the top button. it hurted. it suffocated me. it just sucked. was using my two fingers to create a breathing space. it doesnt help to remind myself how i am possibly 30, or 40 kg heavier than i was 6 years ago. NOT GOOD.

oh, now to toast to my birthday friend on wednesday:
yvonne, a maths buddy of mine. i shall conduct a poem:
oh, you are so fun to insult,
like that time when i called you a bei tai choong.
it was very very fun indeed,
but it is time for me to say sorry,
i watch in envy as i glare at your 3u mark,
but even more, your 3u rank.
but then, afterall, 2 days ago, i hope you had a good day,
coz in the very end, it's your happy birthday.
(oh, i am ever so clever, rhyming birthday with day) LOL

okay, even though i did not get you any presents, i thought about it. and in the end, it's the thought that counts. yesh? or not.

and this is to gary yesterday, do i dare to pull another poem out of my stinking arse? of course. (please dont hate me for this)
You also are my maths buddy,
that sits to my very right,
and everytime i talk to you,
you seem to have a fright.
i ask you how to integrate,
but you say idontknow,
you suggest me to queery hurley,
i always reply with a big fat no.
but then, we all hope you enjoyed your cookie cake at recess,
and something somethign something that rhymes with recess.
you obviously know, it is past 10 now,
so you know,
i cannot find anymore words to rhyme with now,
and since i cannot finish the poem, as it is past 10 now,
i have nothing more to say,
than a big fat HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

see, im a poet, and i didnt even know it. okay, that was gay.

and another one!

We are sorry that we left you stranded on your birthday after school,
but you are probably use to it, so everything is cool,
we hoped you enjoyed your women remote,
and your brand new, jeans west clothes,
if you got anything else, i would not know.
if you are reading this now,
your IQ is ever decrease at such an exponential rate,
but can that be compared to me eating my subway?
im sorry we all had to leave parra so early,
but then, i really had to do the hwk from hurley,
and this happily sums up our afterschool break,
on your birthday.

okay, this sucked. but then, it was only because i pulled it out of my arse. but more importantly, inspired by matt.

okay, so thankyou to matt, hanchao, daniel, deepak, justin, tony, john, hong, sophia, mary, sylvie, steph, stephen for chipping in to gary's present. and hope he would be thankful too!

whoa, what i expected from a 2 min blog, turned into a longer one. but afterall, using the right side of my brain, was ever so fun, and i will be visitng that side of my brain alot more often now.

got nothing else to say now
got nothing left to pull out of my arse anymore
so i shall end this blog right here.