looks like 2009's just 3 days old. the first day of school was a bore as expected. spot checking was a waste of time seeing as the teachers are dumb and most of us have gotten away with detached belts and short pinafores since sec 3. and i realised that i haven't washed my school shoes since last year's sports day. hahaha. but i don't care la, it's JUST school.

so, i'm in 5A. a for altruism. hate the name. wish i was in B or C like always. i've got oreal and mary clare but i want rachel, beat, kama and nadia to be with us. i wouldn't say i dislike my class but it's just okay la. i'm praying with all my heart and soul that my chem and bio teacher be ms goh and ms charles. PLEASE, god, i need the best teachers for o'levels. the only thing i'm happy about is my malay teacher. she got transfered back to HQ. HAHAHA! goodbye sharidax!

i'm meeting the cousinxzxz tmr. exciting much. i hope they back us up at the party. me + singing = audio breakdown.

next week, school ends at 5 excluding friday. there's a career guidance camp, field trip and TP's open house to go to. totallyyyyyy excited although i wish we could dive right into the books or attend a real camp. like a camp camp. like muddy, campfire camp. make sense? yea that kind of camp. ahh, miss those days.

lately i've got a strange urge to spend money. that's not good. i need to put aside money for the epilatorrrrrrr and a compact powder and a school bag and a pencil box and a besar besar handbag and a black belt and a white waist belt and earings and slippers and my insoles! AHHHHHHHHHHHH.

eh pantat threesome, movie marathon at my place next friday? 62 DVDs beyotchhhhhhhhhh. and yes oreal, we kinda bridged the gap that was created over the holidays. looks like we're back in kagag action now. HAHAHA!

i want to murder my mother at this point right now. but at the same time i want to laugh at her. she came into my room asking for the christmas wrappers and i aid "it's not here" but that woman insisted on raiding my room and so thy will be done and when i started getting grumpy demanding that she keep quiet, she said "mystery of the missing wrapper." and i just burst out laughing. don't get me wrong, i don't hater her but i can't love her for not accepting the fact that the wrapper has simply been used. she just can't accept things for what they are. sometimes, when we walk past a girl with humongous tits, she'll say to me "surely went for boob job la. all these... fake" and it just seizes to annoy me. god blessed some people with a mountain of tits and others with washboards okay, accept it. this topic is so.... what's that word, now? insignificant?

i'll do the resolutions another time. or not. ciao.