Mmmm...yum, shephard pie rocks! It's my lunch.

My Chinese teacher normally has a reputation of forgetting to collect homework. So normally, when he gives us work for the weekends, we don't normally do it. Especially if its a composition or a comprehension. The two killer 'C's. So yea, about half the class did not do his work. Unfortunately, he remembered. He told those that did not do their work to copy the passage 2 times. Sure the passage looked short. But it's like dunno how freakin' long. 1 and a half paragraphs were equivalent to maybe three-quarters of the Chinese fulscap paper.

I got a cut on my eyelid. A rugby ball smashed into my glasses and the glasses cut me. And...there's nothing to blog now. Got a stomachache.

Squasherz

I think I have gotten the 'fear' of sprinting one round. Today's weather was and still is good, for me. It was so cooling and the track was kinda wet. So I can step into those puddles to, in a way, refresh my legs. I have no idea. Normally at the 150m mark, I will feel tired and be panting. However, it was different for today. At the 200m mark, I was still breathing fine. Well, I was tired in the end cause I 'chionged' to the end. We had a relay thing, and the coach said the first to the end will be allowed to go back to the court. Yea, my group was leading, at least 75m. Then, one slow guy made us LAST. The freak. Us and another group that was also leading at some point of time till a fat dude slowed them down.

So the coach asked us to divide ourselves into our respective levels (Sec 1 - Sec 3). There were only three Sec3s so yea, they joined the Sec2 (my group) group. Cool eh? We had to run a 400m relay (the same as the previous one). This time it was not so easy. My legs felt the laziness to run and it was so stubborn. Yea, good thing there were puddles. I just splashed into them trying to get my legs to move. Well, yea eventually we had a clear 110m lead over the other Sec1 team. The gap was then closed down to maybe...50m? The last guy was slow.

Oh and dang we had to go back at 6.10pm. ITS A FRIDAY FOR GOODNESS SAKE!! The teacher forced us to go back home. Well, because a very smart and intelligent Sec1 told his mother that training ended late, therefore reached home at 7.30pm. So the mother called up the school and complained to my squash teacher about this matter. What an idiot that Sec1, the teacher was pissed and asked us to go back home. Such a kid that guy.

Oh and during recess today, we were just talking, that if only ONE day, everyone of all levels could cooperate and pon school just for that particular day, just for the fun of it. Then the whole school will get a pink form each. And well, the teachers would have a hard time printing out 2000 over copies of pink forms. Wouldn't that be fun? It would be a memorable day, like in SJI history. Whoopy.

Gahh it's so boring here. There is no one online. No chattable people. Well there was one but yea he went offline. Darn it. I wanna play Guisness POOL Challenge. My legs hurt and I'm so comfortable. So please, do not push me outta mah seat. Thanks.

I have a certain habit of scratching or rubbing those kinda things coming out of shirts. The umm stuff. I don't know what they are called though. So nice. I was so used the habit of rubbing the frail like thing that my hand invonluntarily rubs that spot. Aye, I don't think you understand a thing I'm saying.

Sicknesses piss me off. Especially when they are the weak weak ones that die within a day. Well, I'm not asking for dengue or anything that gets me to a hospital, but well, I went to see the doctor just to get my MC. I was feeling perfectly fine. It's irritating and embarassing when you converse with the doctor. He asks you to open your mouth and say "Ah", and sees my throat well. Whoopy! I feel high now cause of the techno song. The that song.

You know what? I love the MSN game Guisness Pool Challenge thing. I'm addicted to it and it beats Maple and Pangya. I keep on asking my friends to play the game with me. It's so addictive although I'm not accurate as pie. But who cares? It's fun to play and talk a the same time. Fruitful conversations. I'm getting boring I know. Oh well.

I wonder if Live Earth made an impact on you. I was Roffling at the news. After the performance, there was allota trash on the floor, mostly made up of plastic cup things. PLASTIC! Oh well, the performances were entertaining and I think people only went there for the songs. And actually being able to see the performers up stage. However, I hated the one in Japan. Nope I don't hate the country, I just strongly dislike the performance presented by them. I could not understand what they were saying, and well there weren't many words. More of posing on stage. With all the flashy lights and stuff. Come to think of it, that was the day I lost my racket. I had to go all the way to Woodlands interchange to get my racket. Booyah! Racket did NOT get owned. I owned it =D. Sway with me yo~ *cool look*

-in the process of pooling-

I'm eating Char Siew rice now. And, I'm also down with flu. Ughh too much rice! Well, there's really nothing much I can blog about I guess. Just that my English teacher in school is so freakin' weird. One minute he says he is startled that we can actually express ourselves so well (cause me is in last class), the next..."Anyway half of yall are going to fail anyway." Whatever. You know what? I'm really confusing myself. I have not blogged for so long.

Blogger should really come out with an idea like how dead, or alive a blog is. For example, a dead blog will have you know, cobwebs hanging here and there. Of course they can be removed. Just an indication kinda thing. *shrugs* It sucks to be sick. I fell asleep halfway while doing some Geog notes about noise pollution. And, I need my daily dose of squashing. Without it, I will be bored. Bored and bored. Cmon! It's the same routine everyday! I don't even know if I'm studying sufficiently. Then I will get that same old lousy mark I've been getting since I got into the school. I just finished my dinner!

Mick's been irritating as usual. He is a wanna-be and well, thinks he already is one. Then he comes telling us about his CRUSH that I doubt will like him. Come to think of it, everyone hates him. Those that don't, don't know him well, or have just been victimised. Ooo one minute goes by so quickly! Lol at the autosave. Okay, he is like getting love poems from the internet like this.

Oh sheri-baby,
Thou shall not fret when i am gone
For i will come back to thee,
and never will death do us part.
Thy river that separates us will soon be crossed,
and we shalt be reunited,
back into each others arms once more
It is impossible for thou to be ever lonely,
for i will always be there for thee
like an evergreen tree in the icy winter,
My love for thou will never changeth

I mean, he is obessesed. Everytime he goes to school, he tells me about the chat he had with her. Or what games they played. I don't know what he wants. He sucks up to 2 people. Her and another one. Oh and my Lit teacher. I hate myself for doing that.

Dang just throw yourself away. 2mins pass so quickly...again!

The milk run. It was supposed to be a 4km run or something like that. I ended up cheating with my friends. We took a shortcut by taking the over head bridge across to the other side. The track was like, one loop. So, we just cheated and were FIRST in our class! Whoopy!

Paul two'hill was there. If that's how his name is spelt. He looked funny. There were too many mascots there. Such as Chicken Little, Darth Vader, Pirates' tentacle man, and the Star War's attack of the clones clone. There looked super funky. I wonder how it was like in those suits. The weather was scorching hot. I was practically fainting when I while I was waiting for my batch to run. Ahh suddenly feel so high. Well, after about 20mins, they went off.

I really want a Nitendo Wii. It's so expensive and well, I don't ever think I will get one. It is so cool la. Well, come to think of it, I don't really deserve anything that great. My results are like crap. Always doing badly. I'm so pathetic. But, I still desire to have it. I find it so freakin' awesome. It's like you wave here wave there, then press attack then whoa, good work out.

And now I'm really starting to treasure weekends. It's like some off-day thing. No work, no nothing. I just slack. I just love it. Too, I can sleep in and stuff like that. Sunday is the best. Saturday's full of tuition and stuff like that. Oh well. Then tuition homework piles and I'm getting boring.

Hi Fruit Salad.