hit by a sudden urge to blog, i don't know bout what :p
emily just left :p she had choir or something so she came over to bum for a lil' while during the free. hehe, living near school has its advantages. the weather has been shitty lately, cold, grey (gray?) -> btw, that's one thing i can never figure out.. will someone kindly enlighten me. and dismal. and how is my body adjusting itself? -.- i'm visiting the toilet very often. despite all that i refuse to wear my blazer because i feel like i'm a walking wrestler with the blazer on. the huge shoulderpads are so bulky and it feels like it's hard to move. i've never turned my head and been able to see the wide span of my "shoulders". it's quite scary :p err.. yes.. and i keep on forgetting my scarf. so poor ol' me just goes through the freezing and thawing process every single day. and it's only autumn. thank god i'm (sorta) escaping one month of extreme freeziness while i'm basking in err.. not-very-warm midsummer heat in sweden (but during that time the weather's just perfect, sunny clear blue skies and cool air) and literally roasting in singapore..this june :p yay, can't wait! only like, a month to go :p teehee.

i've been quite the wagger lately :p i wagged assembly yesterday and i wagged band today :p even though we have a performance but i really can't be bothered because we have ten (ten!?) pages of psychology to slog through -> honestly, that's more than the entire year's worth of work that our regular teacher gives us.. and the sub doesn't do much either.. -.- we just read out of the book so it's not like it's vital information i can't get myself. hence i resort to last minute frantic study during psychology -.- for the lit outcome in period three.. wrote a killer long essay 1000 words around there >.< lol, lied and put 806 in the wordcount coz 1000 is reaaally over the word limit. it was a pretty unstructured essay, but i think i can scrape an a. *crosses fingers*

life is boring these days :) i am so sad that i have resorted thinking about this conversation i'm sure to have with my dad like, five months from now when we pick our subjects for next year. i am even so farsighted that i predict this conversation will occur on the night of the day we get our forms. it'll be like..
dad: so have you decided your subjects yet?
me: sort.. of. *shifty eyes*
dad: lemme see.
*reads over*
dad: why aren't you taking specialist maths!
me: coz.. i don't.. like it ><
dad: don't be stupid! you know how much it scales up!
me: but.. i don't like it..><
dad: do you have to like everything that's good for you???!!
me: but i'm not good at it.
dad: rubbish. your teacher said you can cope.
me: ...
dad: fine. it's your own future you're screwing up.
*walks out*
me: ohhh :(

or something like that. on the other hand, conversations with my mum when she's mad always goes like this:
mum: so this is how you treat me! fine! i'll never bother about you again! from now on you can do whatever you like!!! *stalks out of the room*
me: okay mummy. i'm gonna go out now. byeeeee.
mum: ...don't you dare!!!

teeheehee :p sometimes my mum is quite funny

today i ate chocolate :p

ummm.. alright. lol.. bye.