The Joy Of Returning

Gawsh... Itz been a long time since I blogged or shall I say, come on9. Was banned from coming on since I disobeyed for not logging off when I was supposed to *embarassed*

Lots of things happened for the past few days, but I regretted for not listing them down and refer to it when i get the chance to blog, so I shall type whatever that comes across my mind.
I went to Maju2 today with La2, Chong, KC n Tinesh. Jin didn't come because he thought La2 n I were not going. Heh.
Someone started the convo about frogs. Chinese people eat frogs. Gross. They call it snow jelly or something. Chong has been eatin it since who-knows-when without even knowing that it's actually frogs' OVARIES. Damn! Tinesh said it. Chong almost choked on his tosai. HAHA!!!

I bought the April issue of V Mag. It came with a free sample of a 2ml bottle of PAUL SMITH's latest perfume- FLORAL. It has the sweet smell of I-dunno-wad. Am not a good describer of perfumes, but it smells great...Although I personally think that perfumes are for people who love to make every person they walk past by die of smelling too much chemical from their body. And somehow, if perfume and body odour combines, the stench (yes, stench) is...the word stench says it all. But heck, it's PAUL SMITH!!! Who is he, I don't care. I got his perfume!

Yesterday, we had our English paper. Essay it was. For the second section, we had 5 topics to chose from.
1) Describe the biggest challenge in your life
2) Write a story with the title : An Unexpected Visitor
3)How to keep oneself healthy
4)If you were given a chance to be anybody, who would you want to be and why?
5)Music

I was debating whether to choose topic 1 or 4. I can bet my collection of Lam Fung VCDs that no one in the whole of form 5 chose the third title. If anyone did that, I really pity them, because there are so much to write about an unexpected visitor, a challenging life, and a walk in someone's shoes. I took around 10 minutes to pick my title. Thanks to my fickle mindedness mind. 10 minutes wasted, but thank goodness I had time to finish the essay 5 minutes before time. I chose the first title.

Actually, there aren't any challenges in my life. It's pretty dull. I don't own a life where stuff happens everyday, for instance I met this man whom I think is Mr.Right, but turns out to be a leader of a triad gang and I managed to make him change his mind to leave the gang and we lived happily ever after travelling aroung the world nor does my life have this old man who owns this HUGE multi-million dollar company suddenly coming up to me claiming that he's my long lost father whom left my mum and I for another woman and wants to return to us because he couldn't have any kids with that woman and wants to pass down all of his inheritance to me because I'm his one and only lovable daughter.
That only happens in shows.
I wrote in my essay as another writer, not me.
I wrote about 'myself' who faces 'my' fighting parents everyday and ran away from home, fell in love with this guy 'I' met at a party(a place to de-stress 'myself') and found out that 'I' was pregnant. 'My' biggest challange is to raise 'my' daughter, and 'my' next biggest challenge is to make Pn Nirmala(my english teacher) to buy MY story. Heh...

I told La La today that I'll tell all my crushes somewhere at the end of the year that I liked them before. I don't know... It's something like a 'something I must do before I leave school' thing. Thank goodness I've only got 2 to confess to, unless I fall for another guy on the way, but I doubt it. My attention will always switch from No1 to No2 and from No2 to No3. I give them nicknames so that nobody would find out if my friends and I talk about them. No, Coke is not included in the No.s. Not eligible I suppose. Coke is just one 'small gas' can of coke. Heh. No2 and No3 are from school. It's a coincidence that they were from the same primary school as me. La2 said that they might already have girlfriends by that time I confess. I'll see how things go when the time comes. But isn't it nice to know that someone liked you, eventhough 'like' and 'liked' has itz differences.

I've got add maths tuition later, and add maths paper tomorrow. Damn add maths. Making my life miserable.


Am gonna hide myself in a corner and swiverl up and die. It's better to die this way than to be killed in the hands of Additional Mathematics. Why did Mr Mathematics named his son Additional and not Subtractional? Maybe Timesional or Divisional. I don't wanna give a damn on their names or do anything that has anything to do with them anyway. Curse da Mathematics family. Pffft...




Chloe