So... These days... Hana Yori Dango has been chewing up my brain from inside out. Soon it'll be reduced to some mushy, gooey, lovesick mass. I'll turn into an otaku soon if I'm not careful.
IT'S A REALLY AWESOME SWEET TOUCHING WONDERFUL JAPANESE DRAMAAAAA AWWWW AND OGURI SHUN IS INSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111 YEAH BABEH GO WATCH IT IF YOU ARE A DRAMA-PERSON.
I tend to get high when I'm blogging. (I suppose you have noticed)
OH YESHHH, THAT REMINDETHS ME. I GET HIGH ON THE CHAIR IN THE INFINITY LAB TOO! (By lifting the lever underneath of the chair which propels me upwards and allows me to look OVER everyone else's heads for the first time ever. I burst into laughter and spun around and around on my High Chair while Ms Yee droned on about Mole and strange Concepts which I do not have an inkling of. Jing and Mello are to be pitied to have faced my wrath that fateful day.)
Choir farewell's this Thursday, and we're not really prepared yet. NVMZZZ WE WILL ROCK THE SEC4s' SOCKS ANYWAY, WHAT WITH OUR BRILLIANT VIDEO AND ALLLL.
Tests are a nightmare. My PPR this term shall be disgusting. I can't even do well for a stupid grammar test. Me, in CAP? My foot ah!
My wonderful maths test was 1/3 Uncompleted. It'll be a miracle if I pass.
Highlight of Japanese class on Friday (which I actually went for, be awed!!!11) was...
The plaster on the back of Tan's head.
(At which we laughed insanely and inconspicuously at, rather meanly, till our faces turned crimson. I know, we are horrible students.)
There were many variations as to why he had a plaster on his head.
Mine (because I didn't go on Wednesday I didn't know the details): He was balding too much till he had to resort to putting a plaster on his bald spot to hide how big it was.
Brenda: He tripped over a shoebox.
The rest: He tripped over a chair.
And thus, this very meaningful post has come to an end. My amazing phone still refuses to connect to the computer, so bear with the endless chunks of text.
Heh.
IT'S A REALLY AWESOME SWEET TOUCHING WONDERFUL JAPANESE DRAMAAAAA AWWWW AND OGURI SHUN IS INSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111 YEAH BABEH GO WATCH IT IF YOU ARE A DRAMA-PERSON.
I tend to get high when I'm blogging. (I suppose you have noticed)
OH YESHHH, THAT REMINDETHS ME. I GET HIGH ON THE CHAIR IN THE INFINITY LAB TOO! (By lifting the lever underneath of the chair which propels me upwards and allows me to look OVER everyone else's heads for the first time ever. I burst into laughter and spun around and around on my High Chair while Ms Yee droned on about Mole and strange Concepts which I do not have an inkling of. Jing and Mello are to be pitied to have faced my wrath that fateful day.)
Choir farewell's this Thursday, and we're not really prepared yet. NVMZZZ WE WILL ROCK THE SEC4s' SOCKS ANYWAY, WHAT WITH OUR BRILLIANT VIDEO AND ALLLL.
Tests are a nightmare. My PPR this term shall be disgusting. I can't even do well for a stupid grammar test. Me, in CAP? My foot ah!
My wonderful maths test was 1/3 Uncompleted. It'll be a miracle if I pass.
Highlight of Japanese class on Friday (which I actually went for, be awed!!!11) was...
The plaster on the back of Tan's head.
(At which we laughed insanely and inconspicuously at, rather meanly, till our faces turned crimson. I know, we are horrible students.)
There were many variations as to why he had a plaster on his head.
Mine (because I didn't go on Wednesday I didn't know the details): He was balding too much till he had to resort to putting a plaster on his bald spot to hide how big it was.
Brenda: He tripped over a shoebox.
The rest: He tripped over a chair.
And thus, this very meaningful post has come to an end. My amazing phone still refuses to connect to the computer, so bear with the endless chunks of text.
Heh.
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