sickness makes me sick

I'm having a terrible sore throat today. I knew i'm going to have one since the yesterday, when this feeling as if someone stuffed my throat with lumps of clay is back. Ughhh...what can be worse than this? If one day I could ever get my hands on these abominable bacteria which are having fun in my throat right now, I would have squeezed their mindless brain out of their head!(if they have one)Ahemmm! The most I can do now is to try to spit the lumps of them out, though I find it's mission impossible after ages of trying and failing.

Happy birthday to me

As you can see from the tiltle, today is my birthday. Well, actually today is just a normal day: I still have to do what I'm supposed to do, such as preparing for stupid tests tomorrow and eat my horrible dinner unwilingly. Really, everything is sooo normal except a few presents and a huge packet of toffee which Dawn stole away almost a quarter. Sad that laoba is not home, (don't get me wrong. i'm sad bcos i have less present to collect) and this is the weirderst birthday ever. Since i'm such an understanding and mutured person, I shall save the party time to Sunday, and try to 敲诈 something out of laoma= =... So, I'm seventeen now, though I really hate to admit that I'm getting older and older and older andjust 30 years more I'm going to be an bloated middle aged lady... how horrible! I guess birthday is not so enjoyable after all!

record broken

Sheesh, I can't imagine myself actually being late for school today for the very first time of my whole secondary school life, and now my honorable clean record for always coming to school on time is broken! Thanks to the stupid rain, I was stuck at the MRT waiting for taxi, and also thanks to someone who doesn't appreciate the art of patience, we left the taxi stand when we have already spent the precious seconds there waiting and were only 10cm away from the taxi. THEY (not me) had a crazy idea that we people are so tiny that we can all squeeze into one umbrella and not get wet in the downpour, so they dragged me to run like a mad kitty chasing after a poor little mouse all the way to school. And without doubt, we were wet, we were tired, and most of all, we were late. I Am LATE! If only these people have a tiny wee bit of patience I won't be breaking the 'never late' record in my entire life! Jezzzz, it's only the first day of school, and it can't be a good omen to be late. Does that mean bad luck will follow me this entire week?! I solemnly pray not, cos a) it's my birthay tomorrow, and b) i'm having 4 tests this week. . .

impending doom

Sunday seems so meaningless now days, which is supposed to be the freedom day in the past, and now u can't even expect to catch a movie in the channels cos ur mom will proberbly throw chunks of reasons into ur face, telling u why u shouln't be watching it till u abandon ur movie due to unbearable annoyment. Anyway, I don't feel like watching anything tonight, not even the 7 o'clock tv show cos a main character died yesterday. I sort of liked him cos he's the only one who has a bit of sense in his brain, and the others can be considered as either selfish minded, whom they think the world revolves around them , or somone who is just impossibly dumb and 'kind-hearted', unable to believe anyone will actually want to murder him. Thus, I concluded that the moral of the story is: never be too optimistic about life, or els you can sing your swan song before u even realised who murdered u.
Shall end my speech here.

The begining...

I have nothing to say honestly. It's 12 in the night and I still have Ms Chee's homework not done. No holiday for me since I woke up at 10 and slept again from 2 to 6. I'm trying to transfrom myself into a koala...