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Urghh.
Michael Phelps still rocks. I don't care if he's caught for drunk driving although if he hurts someone, and if my hand's long enough I can get a go at delivering him a slug. However. I have a new motto. It goes like this: BAN ALL BOYS. Except for Michael Phelps and...well, and. Can't you feel it? The difference I feel for my angelic little blog? I don't know what to say anymore. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
And I hate silverfish and dust balls. Was just packing my desk and throwing away all the super old and stupid looking little momentos that I had since I was like, Primary 1. And out comes the stinkily disgusting little silverfish. Cripe. I feel like annihilating all the silverfish in the world and ridding the population because it's a pest anyway. And even if somehow or other does some good to mankind (which is totally impossible), I'll still kill it. I'm a silverfish killer on a mission.
And I love the oldies man. Don't ask me to listen to Linkin Park. Ohhoho. NO. Okay, I'm still kinda mad over the silverfish. Arghh. Okkkaaaay. Because I don't have the internet, did I ever tell you that I simply love adore adoraaaa and agapayyyy the telly? Cooking shows, especially. I mean, lookie Jamie Oliver (who's oh-so-obviously growing fatter and fatter). Oh yeah, I saw his latest cooking book the other day and was comparing it with the first, and you can see the difference in the amount of fats residing on his whole body. It's so apparent that having a chef's career ain't doing much good for your figure. Oh, and look at Fresh and Wild too. That Danny-Boy is having a belly man. Okay, it's logical that you'll have a belly if you devour blue cheese and mutton so much and it's your job to do that. No, I think I'll be a house-hold diva when I grow up and teach everyone how to kill all silverfish.
This one's for the girls.
This is for all you girls, about thirteen.
This one's for the girls. This is for all you girls, about twenty-five.
This one's for the girls,
This is for all you girls, about forty-two.
This one's for the girls,
Yeah, we're all the same inside (Same inside.)
This one's for the girls,
Yeah, this one's for the girls.
I totally love this song. It practically screams 'Girl Power!!!' and going just all girlhoody and all that. Believe it or not, it actually almost brought me to tears. Almost.
Dotters.
Spent a few considerable hours at the TTSH Emergency unit today. It was enlightening.
Sit up.
Everybodayyyyyyyy Listen uppies and wuppies!!!
Yes, I don't feel dejected anymore. I was like wailing to lotsa people after I took my test about my predicted failing and yet and wonderful lady from the island of the British gave me a PASS!!! I am extremely elated I'm having some trouble breathing now because it's really awesome. I mean, haven't you, maybe once in your life, wanted so much to pass something that your actually thought that you'd fail? Bliss. I passed. I passed I passed I passed!!!!!!!! yessness. I passed. I think you've gotten enough of seeing the phrase 'I passed'. I shall stop and let you be happy too, if you were sad. (: SMILE
Eons ago.
It's been a while since I blogged. Which is a feat, you know. But right now, I have completely zero imspiration on what to type. Well, I shall just type what pops into my brain. Oh yeah. Hearing the sectwos calling their other pals to check their email for their streaming results reminds me of the time my darling friend SMSed me to check my email. (At that time my internet was still functioning) And then not expecting to be in the triple science, I saw the entire list. And then I was in a total quandary because I really didn't want to be in triple science at that time. Right now I still feel like that. But whatever. But anyway, it's kinda like nostalgic, you know? I wish I took something arty like Lit. But no, I went mental and took science. But well, I still study for everything, because the influence the class gives me makes me wanta study. Which is good in some ways. I like ice cream. Does that illuminate you on what's happening during my holidays? Yes, and thanks to the monsoon I can't really go suntanning and I'm as white as a fish's belly, which is really hideous. It's just raining elephants and mice. And coops everyone in wherever they are. The rain just promotes laziness and the culture of sleep, which is both good and bad. Firstly, I really know I have to sleep, and secondly, I don't like to feel dormant. So it's just MAD. My vocab deteriorated with all that rain washing through my brain, and I won't doubt for a mo that the rain is acidified to an extremely low pH level. I think I'm going a little defensive of the dryness that's around me now. I predict it'll start pouring around the evening or so. The rain during december and november is so predictable. Actually, that's good because then I know when to not go out when it's going to really pour. Because I don't really like the rain in Singapore. Sometimes the rain is warm and feels icky and smelly. So not nice. Hold it. I'm going to...sign off. With love,
Ha-ha so corny. X)
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me `Melissa `God `VJC `19 Apr 1989 `Music, my life `Studies, my bane `It's been 23576565 days since this was updated
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