MAJOR UPHAUL;
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Yo crazy baloneys. I am a kim. I dislike irritating and annoying brats, long talks and Flo Rida. Some of you might not agree. But there you go. Art is subjective. I enjoy scoffing sweets , snacks ,etc and Leona Lewis. What? No, no, I don't like to eat her. Never mind. But most importantly...I'm fat. :]

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Hoi! You peeps that come to my blog must get me ALL of these things!! Kidding lah, no cause to freak out. I want a dog. I mean, harlo? Where have you been? Living on the back of a humpback whale? Uh, and music CDs. Good ones. Go ask Steph. Plus, oh, I don't know. Teachers with a GOOD SENSE OF HUMOUR?? Also, they cannot give us (too much) homework. Hence my coff, coff, award-winning novel Revenge of the HW.

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    Sunday, March 22, 2009

    Ugh- I suppose you're wondering why I'm not at school today. A very understandable reason: I got attacked by angry monster monkeys on my way to Fairy Princess land who told me I looked fat in that shirt and made me cry so now I am emotionally scarred for life and too miserable and desolute to go to school. What, you really believed that? I felt sick just now. ie diarrhoea, head swimming, felt like puking, fever, etc, etc. and am now pretty okay even though I still have a mild headache. And no, I am not faking sick just to skip school, bozos.

    I suspect my reason for falling ill is due to the fact that I have terribly awful hair. Got it cut yesterday. 'What?' you say. 'How is it that you are sick because of a bad haircut?!!' The answer is simple. My body, seeing my bad haircut, is horrified and is refusing to subject me to such torture and shame that will be inflicted upon me when my classmates first catch sight of me. There. A perfectly logical reason. Just don't laugh when I go to school tomorrow with my fuglily short hair.

    Saturday, March 14, 2009

    Short post- I am at Changi Airport waiting to board the plane!! Be back on Sunday afternoon. Taiwan, hopefully, will be fun. And no, I haven't finished my homework!! I still have two English comprehensions to complete and lian xi 4 for Chinese. Courtsey of the tyranny-but-claim-this-is-for-our-own-good-teachers. Must remember to thank them.

    Wednesday, March 11, 2009

    This has to be a short post- I gotta dash at 6. Maths tuition lah. Not like I want to okay. The boys there are like super sick. You know, those type of people who are constantly talking loudly and openly about... uh, things you wouldn't normally want to hear about. So I'm there trying to listen to the teacher's explanation, and they're the sort who exclaim really loudly when they finally understand the question. They're like," OHHHH LIKE THAT AHHHH SO EASY HOR, HOR??!!" A possible conversation between two such boys:

    Boy1: Eh, you watch Naruto until what episode oledi?

    Boy2: Hah?! You so slow ah? I finish the whole series long ago leh!!

    Boy1: Really ah? Eh- Naruto got die or not ah?

    Boy2: Of course never lah! He main character leh! Main character where got die when ah?

    Boy1: Oh yeah hor!!

    At which point I would like to yell at both of them to shut up, but am unable to as I am outnumbered by the ratio of what, 1:6? Maybe more. But seriously, it's really annoying.

    Sunday, March 8, 2009

    Okay I shall update now lah. Okay. So yesterday's Plain English Speaking competition was really 'fun'. If you count ENDLESS HOURS OF BORING NOTHINGTODONESS AND NERVOUS BREAKDOWNS AND TOTAL LETDOWNS FUN!!!!!! If you do, get off my blog right now. Anyway, like, the school was filled with angmors. And koreans. So on and so forth... I shan't go into the details but the last bit was completely torture okay. Just expect the next school newsletter/PSLE booklet filled with pictures of me and Stephaine holding hands in a knotted mess with COMPLETE STRANGERS WHO ARE INDIANS AND ALL MALE. To add to my misery and shame, you might also see pictures of me scowling and yelling and trying to kick the photographer-who-shall-not-be-named-but-jolly-well-knows-that-she-yes,SHE-was-laughing-her-head-off-and-enjoying-every-bit-of-my-torture. Courtesy of the-person-who-shall-not-be-named-but-is-cruel-and-evil-and-male-and-a-teacher-who-takes-pleasure-in-seeing-his-pupils-suffering. You. Stop. Laughing. NOW. Just shut up and let me wallow in self-pity and hate for those who have inflicted such utter pain and misery onto me. It was part of this stoopit interaction with other schools. Whoopdidoo. You, reader, can just shut up right now.