before i fall into slumber...

STELLA is VERY VERY CHIO!!

Siao Zar Bo was chio.... todae. ONLY todae.

Mindy is Chio!!!!!!!!

ok. done with my ranting. i can go to sleep.

stella is chio!!!!!!!!! wahhahahahahaa



i noe ive been echoing that a LOT these days... bud it is a fact. and tis pic does not 100% reflect that though.

n ive realised something else. JunJie's chang gong is absolutely fantastic. n he has surpassed a certain Chou by leaps n bounds... haha im not sayin music can be compared like this though. haaaah..... can i ever sing like them.. when m i goin to get proper music lessons... LALALALA

ok ive got two more papers... one's tmr 9am. n i haven touched the damned textbook. i can never change can i... i have no discipline....... hoo

n i went to get my fone repaired. yes... was forced to. bcos i couldnt turn it on. not turn it on.... u noe turn it on. i couldnt switch it on ...
n dey gav mi baq a spoilt one. shit motorola. i still cant charge properly for goodness sake!! does it even make sense to you that you giv one baq wif proper backlight n on-able.... but cnnt charge properly?? wads the use man....

VS is OFFICIALLY not goin co-ed.
yeps... wahahaha. looks like the petition did work. or at least i would wanna think it was bcos of it. yea the VS spirit did show itself... n i had that spirit. or did i? i think after everything... esp when they wanted volunteers to help teach the current students. im nt sure of myself anymore... maybe i responded to the petition so enthusiastically because of the hype n all the impulsive nerves running thru me at that point of time... i wasn't prepared to even help them out over the fone... much less go physically down. please.
so much has been said about seeing how victorians think-say-action thru this whole incident. bud i merely thought n said... no actions nothing. yeps. thats been me all along hasn't it... .

There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker. One day the
baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he
found that he was not. This angered him and he took the farmer to court.

The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied,
amour Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a
scale." The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter?" The farmer
replied "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I
have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker
brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in
butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."

We get back in life what we give to others.
Whenever you take an action, ask yourself this question: Am I giving fair
value for the wages or money I hope to make?

Honesty and dishonesty become a habit. Some people practice dishonesty and
can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know
what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving? Themselves--- more
than anyone else.

Honesty can be put across gently. Some people take pride in being brutally
honest. It seems they are getting a bigger kick out of the brutality than
the honesty. Choice of words and tact are important . . .

Whenever you criticise somebody, ask yourself whether you deserve to be making that comment. And always turn the finger back against yourself and ask the exact question or argument you made at somebody.

one down... 3 to go.

i think i didn't flunk todae's paper... or did i?
bud it was realli farnie todae... first the tchr in charge was tis guy whu behaves and sounds like an overgrown child. he actually went to personally check each of our pencil cases for hidden answers. wahahaha and he had his shirt tucked into his belt... NOT his pants.
then an indian guy came into the classroom while we were reading the paper claiming he's a private candidate. and he speaks with the strong indian accent. i think i was e onli one not-reading-but-looking. they were trying to communicate with ech other until the two tchrs looked at ech other n decided the indian shud report to the exams office. hahahaha.
then during the paper i kept staring into the ceiling staring into black spaces on the wall. n the overgrown incharge kept staring at mi. so i decided to stare at the wall behind him. i think he resisted lookin back until i went back to my paper. i caught him lookin back at the wall for a whole 5mins. hhahahaha!!!!
next it was crazy gerl's turn. u noe she was shaking her legs... no her whole body since the start of e paper... then tied her pants... did sumtin to her hair... all kinds of things lar. and near the end of e paper... she sumhow choked on her own saliva and started coughing n coughing non-stop. then she either noticed mi laughing or realised she was embarassing herself... she started LAUGHING n COUGHING together. freakin farnie...@#!$#@!!!! the tchr had to come over n pass her tissue and warn us to stop laughing. yea... e kid is askin us to stop laughing.

probably bcos he's goin to laugh with us if we dun stop soon...