C, Wonderwall
June 28, 2007
I guess it’s on days like this that I am reminded of what’s wonderwall all about. I had such an awful day at school and you’re probably my only saving grace. If only there wasn’t all that distance now…
Liar Paradox
June 26, 2007
School makes me:Comatose. Period.
And it doesn’t help that my Science faci is leaving us for good. He’s like one of the best faci can. :/
I am quite fascinated by some liar paradox I read a couple of hours ago in a bid to entertain myself because my frigging Keith Murray’s video is not loading. So much for being the more IT savvy school. Pffft.
- Here’s two excerpts from that website:
They went on into details about the history of the paradox and the possible solutions of the statement. It’s amazing how one sentence that’s barely five words long can trigger so much thoughts and words. That particular webpage is like what, 4,278 long. Coolio, mucho.
I am feeling tremors in my class right now, as if a mega earthquake is happening. Half of the males in my class went berserk, like semangat babis. They cannot stop doing push-ups and break dance moves that has weird names, like um grass cutter? Oh there’s like bicycle too.
Sizzling, much
June 20, 2007
I’ve been salivating (Ok, exaggerating a little) at hot female models and extremely pretty dresses the whole day. I simply ignored the fact that I have a computing module going on, a heck load of Vb codes to create and a power point slide to complete. I left it to my team mates, they must hate me so bad now. But hey! I slog my ass out during the cognitive and communication modules, and probably enterprise once in a while. So, not my fault bitcheszxzxz.
Anyway, the prices of the dresses are exorbitant. The cheaper ones I saw are at least £50.00, which is about S$150. And that, is excluding all the expensive shipping costs from the Uk back here, so on and so forth. I reckon the actual price I have to pay is approximately S$200 for a £50.00 dress. And I the ones that I really liked from a particular website is worst. Pictures to kill you.
These models are so fucking hot please. I’d kill to have such hots bods. I am so very serious. Look at those legs! Look at those collar bones! It’s just so unfair that so much hotness is concentrated in one single body. How I wish.
Ok back to the dresses, the average prices of these dresses in the pictures is like US$345. I think I’ll have to pay at least S$600 plus for those. And the last dress by Paul & Joe is like what, US$538? Zomg, I think I better stick to my usual pathetic Topshop clones before the idea of robbing a bank penetrates into my already warped enough mind. I should also continue oogling at the pictures plus hot bods to try appease my ragging wants. I need to marry a rich husband. I am sad to say that I am a material girl. :/
More pictures to come, more incessant rants about how much I want these. Sheesh, I should keep my wants in check.
Pheeee
June 19, 2007
- Credits: bakebakebake.livejournal.com
I am so grumpy right now, and the following post is gonna be filled with all sorts of random outburst and unnecessary rants. The sight of the pretty little cup cake made me a little happier. And, if you can bake me that, I swear I’ll love you forever. Mega sompah.
And so as usual, Mr Chong exclaims, ‘You may start on your worksheet!’
But no, I am not starting on it, not now, not later, never. His worksheets irks me, immensely.
It doesn’t help when I had a bad train experience today. It made me hate those * more than ever. Like seriously. Why are they even here? Why are they even alive? They ought to be shot, for the sake of all mankind, for a better world.
Msn is having a major bitch fit, perpetually refusing to sign me in. Why are you doing this to me? Haven’t I been treating you well enough, Msn? Sorry, I am so tired. So tired that I am starting to lose my sanity, so tired that I am starting to talk to msn, an inanimate object. Something that I can’t even touch with my hands. I need some kisses to keep me alive.
Quite a bit of drama has been going around since Saturday night, and I am sucked into it without even being there. It’s getting quite flattering actually, but I chose to pretend that I am not the least bit affected. But there’s no point in pretending anymore because you read this.
I am still waiting for my poem.
Christo said that my aggressiveness is building up. Vinnodh calls me a fighter. Hmm?
Scurvy scrawny just left me for the toilet. I miss you already. I hope you throw up in the toilet. It will make you feel better, fo-shure. Don’t fall ill pleasezo! Or else, the rest of the week would be just so afjsh!eudgkop. :/
Oh, I just realised I missed my class BBQ during the holidays. How dope.
Addendum: I am craving for Jap food now. I need Jap food now. My all time favourtie unagi, salmon,cha soba and so much more! Omg. Please kill me.
How?
June 17, 2007
I am so sorry that I made you mad.
And I just can’t stop thinking about you.
