I don't when Michaela sent this but I just saw it today, and it's really really extremely... horrifying. It's about skinning some animals. Don't watch if you're a scaredy-cat.







Doodles!




Refer to Kelis' Milkshake video.


Me: Guess what's this?
JX: Lollipop, duh!


Me: Nope. It's a crazy snail.


Lol.







I so wanna slap your face right now, you lil' bitch. (:



Just like the Red Queen in "Alice in Wonderland", OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.

A lot of hate posts nowadays, huh. Gah. I have to chill but some people just keeps clambering and climbing and waddling about my nerves. Anyway, my MT is really getting screwed day by day. My compositions are getting shorter and shorter and even more senseless. Not to mention the paper 2's MCQs, it's like playing 'throw the dice' and getting ALL the wrong answers. Please please, at least a pretty pretty B3? I have this badass feeling that it's not gonna be that way... Really really really really should stop fretting about everymadafugginthing.

BKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Didn't play today. Haha. Dw, ISLYSMUYDOTF!

ANNABELLE THAMMMMMMMMM. MY #1 PERVERT!








AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



So. Coach's match on Sunday @ Kallang. While waiting, we went to 'chill' at the Kallang Leisure Park. And who the toot knew Jiexin could OWN OWN OWN in bowling when she's constantly moaning about how she couldn't play...........................................



TJX.


Daytona freak!


Dude. I didn't know there was camwhoring back in those days. And PAUL MCCARTNEY?! Haha.


Btw, PL cut her hair and it's sho shuper aweshome , like Paul McCartney's!!!!!!!! SIMPLY EYE-OPENING. So who wants to join my PMFC (Paul McCartney Fan Club)?



Haha. This is what happened during recess.
PL: I think my hair looks like that guy from The Beatles.......
Me: Oh ya, what's his name... John McCartney or something?
PL: .... Jack? Shit. I see Tim. He's gonna say something.
Tim: *approaches* HEY! PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!
Me: OH RIGHT!
Tim: *starts singing Yellow Submarine*
PL: Is it that bad?!?!?!?!?
Me: No! It's awesome.
PL: But Paul McCartney's a guy!
Me: No. He looks like a girl. So your hair's just fine!
PL: Is it that bad?!??!?!?!?!

And that line was repeated throughout the day, hahahahahahahahaha. Damn funnyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Made out of dog biscuits.


And then...... T-REX CAME!


*chomps*


Oh.......


Long dog splayed across DINING table.


K, I'm feeling bored now. Gonna go do my Kinematics homework. Anyway, David Cook's good shit, bitch.







Yeah. You big, idiotic, bouncing elephant.

Seriously. I don't understand you at all. I thought I did, but I was wrong. What's with your temperamental character? You change friends like changing underwears, then you act like it's MY fault that I neglected you in some way or the other. Haven't you realised you've been the negligent one? Can you even name out your previous 'proclaimed' BFFs? Gosh. Think about it yourself.

Anyway, tomorrow shall be a super packed day! Coach's match, Michaela's housewarming, and then dinner with my some family friend. Augh. Thinking of that pile of homework makes me sick.








Fatherfuckers la. My life is like getting scrooooooooooooooooooooowed every single day. Like today, MT Intensive Programme itself drowned me. Then, release of MYE results. Found out I fucking failed my Chemistry, but it was expected. **************** Censored due to ULTRA-VIOLENT CONTENT. So here's my fucking lousy results.

Eng - B3
MT - B4
AM - B3
EM - B4
Humans - A1
Bio - B4
Chem - D7
Phy - Still pending............ (I don't wanna know anyway)

What's with the Bs... B for basket la, kns. Oh and that isn't all. Later, I lost my ez-link card. Great. Just great.

PICTURES!

My brother's mini feet.


Wall of Jericho. (maid is the victim)


SRC in March.


Poklin.


Oh ya. Did I mention there's a dog here now? She's from the SPCA and her name's Freckles.











This dog is kinda big compared to Juju/Lulu/Pupu/Dudu/Sunny/Windy/Snowy/Puddy... It takes up like half the bed. MY bed. Compare Freckles to mini Lulu! )):





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SELF-POTRAIT OF MY MAID. Retch. I'm serious. She took this herself.


Oh wait. One more.









Maybe.
Shit flies.
When you're asleep.
They crawl out of toilet bowls and start flying.

Eh, that's damn dumb but it's what I said to my friend. Sounds funny. Anyway, I'M FREE. I'M FREE LIKE A FUCKING BIRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. Yay. I can fly. Aw, but I can only fly like a stone 'cause unfortunately, I just remembered there's still MT O' Levels. Gaga, whatever. One day of slacking won't kill. I think. Haha.

REALLY HAVE TO BUCK UP ON MY STUDIES 'CAUSE I THINK I'M DAMN STUPID TO THE D. Yaaaaaaaaaa. STUDY STUDY. Maybe I should go get a tattoo "Study hard!" with a little whip beside it or something. Hoho. Dude, I really need to buck up. Get super good grades, go to a good JC and lead a good life with super awesome career. I thought of being an astronomer but... nvm. Haha.

And ya. I like, really need ALOT ALOT ALOT of money to buy buy buy buy buy new dresses, heels, accesories! Fugger.

Softball days. Forever gone. ):


And you, beeyatch. Why can't you just S-T-A-Y the fuck A-W-A-Y?


You and me in a little toy shop,
buy a bags of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'til one by one they were gone... :D