oh boy oh boy, aren't i quite sick today.

my fever was still quite "there", but has dropped to a better 37.5 degrees, while my flu was still about, and finally, my cough has subsided! (: the sick part is, i think because my immune system is ve bad and "down", i had 'feng1 mo4' again!

don't know what it is called in english, its just extremely itchy rad pathes on my legs that itch and itch and itch and refuse to go away and i have to scratch and scratch and scratch. in the end, i had to use the old remedy. hoho. i took really expensive wine that belonged to my dad, and poured out a weeny bit to spread over my patches because i've had them before and applying the wine works.

tell you something damn spooky, last year i had this stupid feng mo thing on the day i had bgi last year, and this year its just one day away! spooky, hor.

sigh, don't feel like blogging anymore, buh bye.
oh freak, oh freak, i offended someone? ): i am feeling very sad and remorseful for my actions now, OH NO! shit, i sincerely apologise to you, angel, i think i was NOT contradicting myself.

girls with short fringes, girls who love pink, are just SOME typical things that bimbos have. did i say that i was a bimbo? or did you conclude YOURSELF that i am one? what if i told you that that is what the typical bimbos have, but i am not typical?

and, did i say i LOVE myself? only when i say i LOVED myself, only then you can have the grounds to say that i contradicted myself, because i said i loved myself, then i said i hate bimbos. and, i never labelled myself as a bimbo in the first place.

and about the fact that i can't spell, at least i said i spelt wrongly. which is worse, admitting that you think you spelt wrongly or believing that you spelt correctly? if i wasn't able to spell, would i be able to churn out post after post? if i couldn't spell, you wouldn't even have an INKLING about what i was talking about, much less to say scold me? (: i can say your grammar sucks too, form what i see in your blog.

or perhaps you think your english is really good, offer me some tuition lessons, i promise i won't go to british council. (:

aiyah, today i woke up, and my fever is still stuck with me. ): hit 38.2, very sad. i cannot go bgi liao, feel quite sad. i was hoping i could eat pizza. ):i went to my family doctor to 'buy' a mc to do my leave app, but he would'nt sell it to me because he says i must go through the entire diagnosis. wtf lar.

to hell with strawberry chocolates that made me sick! i practically eat one packet every single day. and, hm, i am looking forward to the combined house outing on friday! i'll have a nice tan then. (: i think the standard ones very nice to organise this whole thing, seems as if they are more enthu than us std 2s. (:

feel so blessed.
today i got a good hair day! i like i like! and i am very happy! (:

today i woke up with a slight fever, very sian! my body was throbbing furiously and i felt pretty sick. i stuffed myself with ice cubes! (: thought it could cease the fever, but no! its very strong, and i cannot defeat it.

pretty sad that people are leaving my squad! but so far only angmian confirm leaving, going to tj. aiyah, i should be feeling sad but sadly enough i am not. all these sadness has not caught up to me yet, and i should be feeling guilty for not being more sentimental. (:

and oh yeah, for a particular person out there; i am SOO jealous! green eyed, chocked full of vinegar! how how? unchoke me, please! ):

eeyer, i don't want to have steel straight hair now, i want to have lucious locks! but would have to snap off my hair in november, feel sad! i can almost picture myself with long lucious hair! oops, i think i spelt lucious wrongly.

tomorrow i going for bgi at serangoon stadium, so sian! have to prepare uniform somemore. ): give me bowling, kboxing or vballing anytime. (:

why do i have to put on a mask in front of you, and act nice to you when i DON'T fucking want to? i am acting nice. i don't deny. you think you can survive with only those pathetic friends of yours (add them up and they don't even amount to 5) and your so called 'bimbotic-ness' and your whiny voice? get a grip, and snap out of your dream. stop thinking everyone is below your feet, and you can just wholly pretend. read: you are jsut a fucking pretenious WANNA-BE. get off, man. stop pretending you're like, the most pretty fucking bitch in the world, you cheap. get lost as soon as you can, and you're going to anyway. you don't know thats joy for everyone. (: tata!

ho lo la la, i still cannot believe, and hating the fact that weilian won superstar! what the hell. but i believe that heaven did this for a reason, so well, yeah, i'm going with it because what happened has already happened! so i am cheering myself up. (:

tdy was sick! i got caught early in the morning by miss wee for my earrings and my little black varnished nail. damn, she wouldn't even give me a single chance before she scooted off with me tagging along to look for mr kiw. whoa, luckily that stupid mr kiw was no longer in the parade square, then she just led me to the general office.

then she saw my expression, that kind very buay song one, then she was like ' why you afraid of mr kiw? mr kiw will only talk to you and nothing more, no need to be scared of him. ' fuck lar, then why can't she "talk" to me instead of kiw?

in the end she only ask me to write a reflection, which i readily agreed. (: tralala, old woman, lets see if you remember me a week later! nanny nanny poo poo.

after school today, we had the crime prevention proficency test! its very easy, like saying "ABC" liddat! VIOLA! i think the whole corp can pass even if she doesnt study for it.

then.. its volleyball time! woha, very fun! hoho. but i very stupid and clumsy, while i was picking up the very nicely coloured volleyball! then because it just rained, i slipped on the drain and fell! hmm.. how can? now my bumbum and my thigh and my calve very very painful, esp my bumbum, which has a very serious contusion!

then after the volleyball, i went to white sands to buy the wallet yann chyng got for her bdae because i think its very nice! and its also suprisingly cheap. $2.90 only! then i met wayne, from hai sing. he very funny, i met him when i went to a arcade. he very nicely gave me 2 tokens although i did not know him! hoho. (: blasted thanks, wayne. chat chat a bit then we went to singapore post to collect my singapore telephone book or something like that.. my mum force me to take, its fucking heavy lah. 2 damn thick books, add together about 15 cm thick. then wayne very nice again, help me take!

k boxing! k boxing! i want to kbox the night away!
KAPOW!

in another hour (and i mean exactly one hour) the superstar finals will start! exciting leh!! ((:

hm, although i'm going to root for kelly with the whole of my heart, i have this terrible sinking feeling that weilian is going to win!

pardon me, but how can that silly blind man who got this stupid smile win? please LAR, as good as his voice is, he has utterly NO charisma at all. yeah, so what if he's blind? SO WHAT? he came into this competition KNOWING that he'd have problems with dancing onstage and stuff. and yet, he said all those ubberly disgusting and 'touching' words to make us sympathise with him.

Quan Yifeng : " as soon as weilian knew he was going to get into the next round, he called up the mtv producer and told him he was sorry that he was going to affect the video because he cannot express himself in terms of appearance. "

nabeh, that one i also know, anyone who even knows what is BLIND also know.

i;m being bad, i know, but i think this competition is not really fair to kelly because there is DEFINETELY going to have some sympathy voters. i was quite suprised that the management actually let a handicap apply. i mean, if they want to gather all these handicapped people, start off another show or something like, er, 'jue dui HANDICAPPED!'.

if not, if weilian really wins the finals, next year you would have people in wheelchairs, people with one arm gone one leg gone applying.

Interviewing officer: hm, ah-lame, why do you want to join this competition?
Ah-lame : because last year weilian won what! you know, the BLIND guy? i always want to be superstar one, give me a chance lah! both of us got similiarty, we both HANDICAPPED ar! then, two legs gone, whats the big deal? don't scared i will fall off stage, then photo shoot just tkae my UPPER BODY, then no problem liao!

bah, just hope kelly wins. so much better, and her voice is not that bad either. i love her dancing!