I CANT SPEAK CHINESE FOR NUTS HANDS DOWN.

Last year O level oral I was trembling all the way.
Lots of words came out but they were generally revolving around the same few points.

Same mistakes again today. ARGH I think Im fated to get only a Merit for oral.



AND today Mdm chong was funny during Maths. If only maths was like this everyday then I would look forward to it and actually ENJOY it.

At least oral is over now ^o^
And English oral is coming next week.

Its fine but the thing is I dont know why the hell Picture discussion came back to haunt us.

Damn.

Awwh. Almost post-less for 2 good ol' weeks.

Anyway life isnt getting any better. And I doubt it will soon.


CA marks are fabulous for once. With the apostrophes.
But hopefully it'll be for a good cause since I used to ace CA and flunk SA, I might just do the other way round this time.


Uhh.. i dont know why but im losing the blogging blues. Each time I come on to update my blog, I'd always run out of ideas.


Oh yeah High Jump is fun! As in the track and field event.

Cause you'll go like this




and then like this




And then after some success, you do this.

Nah this is a joke. Jumping over barbed wire is like !_!



Zzz homework flooding. Bio test on friday is doomed.

Chinese oral on friday is doomed x 2 (Since bhattarai is the examiner for us guys)
ARGH ORAL SUCKS.



K off for some relaxation ^o^

Everything was fine today.

Except for the fact that I freakingly flunked Geog for the first time in 4 years.

1st test 15/25
2nd test 8/25 WTF?

ZZZZZZZZZZZ.

This term all tests = Fail.
No mood to blog already.

Just hope that my efforts wont go to waste for next week. (Boss gang!! T__T)

Vince Toh says " I studied like shit for this, i spammed all the shit i can think of, i did the shit workbook and i get shit results."
Samuel lee likes this. -thumbs up-

Well this is a rather random and pointless post because my main motive is to push the previous post down.
Looking at the pics one or twice is fine since I visit my own blog so very often... it aint a very pleasant sight.

So I was thinking of next Saturday's fund fiesta and I went to dig up last year's pictures of family day.


Well i miss that black horny guy in the middle of the picture (LOL no pun intended).

And since I only have 36 pictures of that event, I am spurred to spam pictures for Fund fiesta. Also bcause its the last one in our secondary school years (T_T).
Although I may be busy with the food (I accidentally typed Foot!) stall... but meh.. the guys can handle it.



Now thats what I'd call Power.

A yuppie was opening the door of his BMW when a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the yuppie complained bitterly about the damage to his car.

"Officer, look what they've done to my Beemer!"

"You yuppies are so materialistic, it's ridiculous" retorted the officer. "You're so worried about your stupid BMW, you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off."

"Oh, my God!" screamed the yuppie, noticing the bloody stump where his arm used to be. "My Rolex!"


^o^

Still in a dilemma about braces.

Know what really scares me about extraction?



The moment you see your extracted tooth and you go "WTF my tooth got so big one ar?"
And also knowing the fact that permanent teeth goes all the way into the roots of our gums and then being yanked out just like that.



Typically the tooth is lifted using an elevator, and using dental forceps, rocked back and forth until the Periodontal ligament has been sufficiently broken and the supporting alveolar bone has been adequately widened to make the tooth loose enough to remove. Typically, when teeth are removed with forceps, slow, steady pressure is applied with controlled force.

Taken from wikipedia.



Now thats what I'd call a pool of blood.
And the strange and disgusting feeling you get when you fiddle that hole with your tongue.



:/

3 words to describe my journey home.
Unbelievably tremendously suay.

K firstly, I decided to take 88 and not 74 today since I thought 74 was a joke and was forever late.

So like after 3 stops, a 74 zoomed past. WTF.
Somemore its the newer type with digital numbers. WTF.

And then some weird guy sat next to me.
PS he was wearing the SBS's light blue uniform.

So its like he sits down next to me and apparently, SPRAWLED himself over the seat.
Like SHIT HES TOUCHING ME.
And then he takes out his ancient Chinese antique (some dumb oil) and starts sniffing it.

It was still bearable. (Smelt like the feng you)
And then he FALLS ASLEEP.
AND HE MAKES THIS FACE THAT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS HAVING AN ORGASM. UTTERLY DISGUSTING.
Like THAT.


And then later as I was grumbling about how crowded 88 was for the first time, an empty 88 zoomed past.
And it was the NEWER model. WTFFFFF.


And wait, I havent finish yet. Ya I know its really faggotising.


The worst part.
Some big old douchebag sat in front of me.
Yeah its not a problem.

The real problem was HE STANK.
Its like he peed in his pants and then not bathing or changing for a month.
Fresh pee is still ok.
Seasoned pee is NOT ok. (SERIOUSLY IT STINKS LIKE 10000TIMES MORE)

So I had to like hold my breath for 5-7 stops.
And then I had a fright when he scratched his head.
His nails looked like he soaked them in disgusting yellow substances. (THEY WERE ALL YELLOW IM NOT KIDDING)

So yeah Imagine That.
One sex-crazed bus worker sleeping next to you with a seriously guai lan face and a douchebag who smelt like (think of the SMELLIEST thing you ever smelt) sitting in front of you.


It was so bad I had to get myself an ice pop to get that thought out of my mind.
And now im having a slight headache.
And there's Chemistry test and Physics SPA tomorrow oh god.


A prisoner in jail receives a letter from his wife: "Dear husband, I have decided to plant some lettuce in the back garden. When is the best time to plant them?"

The prisoner, knowing that the prison guards read all mail, replies in a letter: "Dear wife, whatever you do, do not touch the back garden. That is where I hid all the money."

A week or so later, he receives another letter from his wife. "Dear husband, you wouldn't believe what happened. Some men came with shovels to the house and dug up the back garden."

The prisoner writes back: "Dear wife, now is the best time to plant the lettuce."





PS Im usually very gentlemanly and refined and dont use such terms.
Its because i was really bugged by this experience.
.....