Thursday, March 19, 2009
MUAHA!
Again, i m posting early in the morning (some ppl like Dopadcel think
9 o clock is VERY EARLY) since i woke up at 7 and SLEPT AGAIN!!!
Today ther is relly little to post abt cuz my book of inspiration
was left at my grandma's house (who lives right above me?) but
im jus too lazy to get it.
Dopadcel says that without school, ther is nothin to post abt. Mainly
becuz he likes to post abt people.........
U ALL KNOW MY EMAIL? great cuz i NID INFO ON HOW TO
USE THE ESPACE EMAIL PLUS I NEED TO EMAIL MS NG ON BIO REMEDIAL
because my inbox always says "empty".
"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life
is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the
end of it? Death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle
is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way, then
you go live in an old age home.
You get kicked out for being too healthy, collect your CPF and pension,
then you start to work. You get your pay on the 1st day, work 40 years
until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol,
you party, and you get ready for high school.
You go to Primary School, become a kid, having no responsibilities.
You become a little baby, and enjoy free food, free lodging and free
sanitary services, the you finish as a tiny little insubstantial little
cell
"Its strange how nus high has so little fire drills, especially the
retarded female voice saying: Please procceed in an orderly fashion
to the nearest exit, and boot everybody out of the way to increase
your survival rate. Since there are no fires (but i was tricked by
Vampire into thinking there were) and in the case of a real
fire, we would all be chao da like overcooked satay. Yummy.
I have to admit, my primary school held a hell lot of fire drills.
Standing under the hot sun at 11 o clock probably paved the way
for me to sweat a litre of diluted salt. How unfortunate, when there
was a real fire (nt jokin), we weren at the scene to observe,
lucky no one gt hurt, but now our hall has a hole wher u can
spit down into people's noodles in the canteen. Nobody sits at
that spot anymor, and the trickle of saliva has corroded the table
into the rust (revised Bio, anyone?).
Back to the point, as we were all becoming hydromen in the
square, the principal complained on our speed.
Stupid auntie.
Everybody hates her. SHE CHASED AWAY THE ICE-CREAM
MAN!! NO MOR CHOCHOLATE! WWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!
SHE CAN GO AND ______________
Sry. Emotional overload.
-Shining Laughter
"Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The longer it is, the faster it rolls"
