Heh, evidently no one knows I've been updating. Or so it seems. Imagine how much crap you'll get to read after a month! :D

And the new MSN is so stalkerish - it records your freaking personal messages, although yes you can set them otherwise I believe, but I'm not sure how it works.

And I've learnt an important lesson. NEVER, never never never, EVER, schedule a freaking dental appointment before you get 3 freaking common tests. I screwed up Chinese and A Math. And I also screwed up Physics but that was kind of expected because I've only ever passed Physics once in upper sec life. 20/40. IMPRESSIVE RIGHT!

I believe I have this tendency to just splurge on random items I'm not sure I'll ever wear when I'm stressed. It's not just stress from school but everywhere else. The wedding photo's up and the clothes are back too if you know what I mean. That's why I've been online shopping and buying random stuff, and I tend to be soooo longwinded in my replies to their emails such that I think they're pretty sick of me. What do I mean by longwinded? Read my blog post lah. Of course very polite in hopes they'll give me discounts if they've been struck by lightning right in a certain braincell. Which is quite unlikely indeed.

My teeth hurt. And so does my brain. And I'm jealous of Jia Yue and Trixy. I will strangle you both tomorrow.

I'll be screaming tomorrow.

I am stuck with bio. And the renal artery. And shit I can't remember what it does, apart from the fact that it has nothing to do with shit but rather with pee. And I was just wondering whhy my studying process for bio was so easy. I completely SKIPPED 2 bloody pages. WELLDONE GALFRIEND!

Anyway blood enters the renal artery.

Now do I have to redo my notes? NO! I REFUSE! I want to do History but I'll be too guilty about not studying for bio.

And YOU, you, you and YOU only you (this is one person I'm talking about). Do not bug me AT ALL on Monday because I've been going through a bloody rough family patch. If you do bug me, I will set you on fire. The fire will be put out on Friday. If you're dead by then, I really cannot do anything. And I don't even mean bug me. DO NOT EVEN APPROACH ME, OR MENTION MY NAME, OR WALK BY ME. I will, indeed, conduct a ritual.

It doesn't feel like a Sunday anyway. What is a Sunday supposed to mean anyway? Family gathers together (gathers = together. Gee egg, what are you doing!) and has breakfast, lunch and dinner together? Or at least one of them. Goes out at least once a month to eat? Or at least share the same table at dinner bloody hell. For six whole month. Fuck you.

And if you search youtube for a turtle raping a shoe or something like that, you will find it. It's endlessly amusing and quite cute actually, the sounds and the actions and all. You will laugh in the initial 30 seconds and more if you are really amused by turtles humping a shoe. Darling turtle, it does not respond. Because it's a shoe. And it's not even a sexy pair of heels. It's a worn out shoe. Does that actually attract you? The manly smells and all? Interesting.

By the way psychiatrists should study this blog. This will give them clear-cut instructions on how to identify a psycho.

PLEASE GO EAT YOUR SHOES! :D Then you'll be able to digest what you've learnt in the past few months/years (depending on how old your shoes are) by walking. And then since you don't have shoes anymore, you can go wear other people's shoes and put yourself in their shoes.

I haven't been making sense lately.

I suspect it's because my period is coming in perhaps 1-2 weeks later. My PMS syndromes arrive really soon, which kind of makes up for my short period so don't be jealous anymore. It's headaches combined with fatigue, which is really quite frustrating.

I shall try to make a bit more sense from now on. I just had an extremely satisfying breakfast, lotus buns, chwee kueh, noodles, and all butter viennese cookies from Marks and Spencer's. And I'm gonna eat a peanut-filled pancake. eating now. yum.

How I wish I could hammer you right into the ground. Wouldn't that be fun? I believe it would be INCREDIBLY FUN! Look, you could fertilize the ground and contribute and do your part for the environment! Or you could drown in the ground if that's possible. Then you'll help Singapore discover that we do have a natural source of water! YOU'D WIN A FANTASTIC PRIZE! On your deathbed, of course. If we can even find your body.

Meanwhile it's more than possible that involved authorities are lurking around the page, catching ONE WORD they could use against you. It has happened, and no doubt it will happen all over again. Fantastic isn't it? It puzzles me. Would you please get a brainwave all of a sudden, and realize that we have as much emotion as you do? Like zoom! All of a sudden, a fantastic brainwave. Or perhaps it could be assisted by a flash of lightning that hits you right on your head! And hey you get a free perm to go with it :) An all-natural perm.

Remember that heavy box of hammers I carried that day? :) No? Were you there? Oh. good.

All this insanity while I'm suppressing a flu with a panadol that looks like a freaking panda. And I feel like crying Oh no I think it's gonna flow. BYE!

At first I was impressed with your ability to see beyond a certain barrier.

Now I'm just feeling something I haven't felt in a long while. And it's not a good feeling. What's wrong with you?

But anyway I haven't blogged in ages. Because I'm not very happy, just like someone, right? :) Right!

Well screw you!

I'm still unhappy.

Oh forget it. Once in a very long while, if you read this, you should stumble back and forth onto my blog to see if I've posted some extra crap up. And I'm also dealing with a brother who's in that particular phase where he insults you stupidly, as a kid. And he has no brainpower to determine if what he has said is truly funny or not. or not! or not!

But anyway, as I was taking the bus to school this morning, I struggled with a heavy laptop case filled with random things, and of course my darling tablet pc (which I'm rapidly massaging now) and a 1 litre bottle. And that bottle, being huge and bulky, knocked on every step of the bus as I tried to climb up to the second deck. BONG BONG BONG! That's the exact sound it made. I was thoroughly fascinated.

No I wasn't.

And out of that 1000 cubic centimetres of water, I only drank about 100 ml. Waste my bong bong sound.

And 3 nights ago, I had a funny dream. I haven't had funny dreams in ages. I was walking down the slope at school, and someone asked, "eh, why you walk so fast?"
me: BECAUSE I HEAVY LAH! CANNOT AH?
And the very next moment, someone HEAVY, rolled down the slope.

And the person involved is a funny person indeed! But I cannot say lest feelings get hurt. But it's okay to be heavy, really. Really don't get how WEIGHT determines a person's health!

Look, a person could be overweight by 10kg, and still be able to run up 10 storeys without feeling as if he/she was going to hell. Upwards. And a person could be within healthy weight range, and land up in the hospital as he/she tries to run up just the fifth storey!

Yes I'm talking about you, GET MOVING! You have to start MOVING! Or you'll wind up with osteoporosis in old age, bedridden, wheelchair bound, and lots of holes! Swiss cheese! HOW'S THAT! Tom and Jerry will never die. Jerry will come after you, INDEED! HE WILL! That would be plenty of fun to watch.

Picture this, a holey, holey, holey person struggling to get away from a quick darting mouse named Jerry. But Jerry has already gotten to him several several times! It's just that Jerry never knew when to stop, WHY? Because he keeps running through the holes of the holey holey person! So seems like it's not a bad deal after all.

BUT, visualize this. Here's the next possible scenario. Tom, decides to be unkind to Jerry. Decides to JAM JERRY INTO THE HOLEY HOLEY MAN! But that would only be beneficial to holey holey man if there are plenty of Jerries to be jammed in. Because with many Jerries, the holey holey man's holes would be filled up! NO MORE OSTEOPOROSIS! HOORAY!

Maybe some scientist will stumble upon this blog and take some inspiration for the filling up of osteoporosis pores with MICE! and Credit ME! And I'll win a nobel prize. But I'd prefer a noble prize. Goodness, WHAT IF THE SCIENTIST, IS A PETTY FREAK?!

By now you'd be thinking that you're reading a psycho, schizophrenic and highly delusional person's blog. What were you even thinking when you clicked on this wondrous portal! Have you any idea what could've happened to you if ANYTHING WENT WRONG?! You have to learn to treasure your life. Your parents will be very very worried. Go home, go on, go home. And until you're home, or at least safe with safe people, do not look into a mirror! Imagine what would happen if you looked in a mirror, and a beautiful beautiful lady reached her hand out to you..... or a hot, hard-ass guy with sculpted abs and a hugeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee wallet (YES WALLET), went down on one knee and proposed to you? You'd be sucked in into the Wingfield family of illusions. And you'll NEEEVEERR SEE THE LIGHT OF THE DAYYYYYY EEEVEER AGAIN!

I'll save better parts for tomorrow. GOODBYE!