i have a sudden urge to eat roast chicken. especially those honey-glazed ones. oh my. i think those you can buy from the coffee shop which you dip with lime juice and chilli sounds not bad too. argh. i really need to watch my weight.


i think i should stop myself from surfing the net. somebody chain me to the toilet! because everytime i surf the net, i'll most probably see something that will make me super annoyed! i mean yah. it's nothing to do with me and yes i should just mind my own business but seriously, i feel angry FOR her.(audrey the chicken[pok pok!(=], the" her" is you.) yah. i can't believe people are that shameless. it's like yah. urgh. go find something else to occupy yourself you pea-brained sized baboon. oh, if you're wondering who i'm talking about, it's this person C**** H**** J*** P***. go figure.


freak! the urge of eating chicken is still there!! oh my god! i need an older brother. one who is like 24 maybe? one who'll love us so much that he'll go when any of my sisters' say "eh, i feel like eating roasted chicken wings/char siew pao/ prawn noodles/ nasi lemak." oh man. i want an older brother. i mean yes. my parents still go and buy pao because THEY feel like eating it. but not when i feel like eating roasted chicked wings!=(


oh yah, i just looked at my CCA schedule and i just realised that there are KILLER PRACTICES. 9 am-5pm. that means we have to fall-in at 8.30am. and we'll most probably be dismissed at 5.30. AHHHHH!!!! my goodness! oh and there is a combine with loyang secondary school band on the 4th of december. i'm pretty excited. i mean they call mr de SIR. everything is like "yes sir" or "no sir" or "thank you sir". unlike us. we have a super long and draggy "yyyyeeeesss." and a super long and draggy "nnnnnnoooooo". what's more, we don't call him SIR. we calll him mr de. so it's the "thank you sir" thingy goes like this:"thhaaaannnkkk yyyouuu mr deeee, maayyy gawd blesss you everydayyyyy." please. i don't type with extra letters or anything, so that's why i don't know where to add the extra letters. so if it looks awfully weird, forgive me. anyways, the extra letters are meant to show how dragy our greetings and responses are. HAHA. so whe they come to our school, it'll be a MAJOR culture shock. though we're of the same culture. so cultureshock really wouldn't make any sense. so i don't make sense. ahh forget it.

HA. percussion was on duty today. so i made the percussion girls clear all our SPIT. woohooo! thanks eunice! no. should be thanks percussion! because she didn't touch it.(= normally we would clear our own spit but today's one was absolutely gross. thanks to ru jing's great idea of laying out the tisue in one straight line so we could empty our saliva on one piece of tissue. little did she realise that it would seep right THROUGH. whoo(=. so we obviously didn't clear it. so yay.


oh yah. i was blog hopping, and i saw this thing video this person uploaded on Vitas, the russian soprano. like oh my god. his voice is freakishly HIGH. as in he can reach high notes and low notes lah. not as if he didn't go throgh puberty and his voice didn't break. after listening to this, maria carey had better hide her face somewhere(how about her disgusting and giannormously-large chest??). by the way, giannormous is a word that is crossed between giant and enormous.(=


7-11ed with elsie again today. before taht had 2plain pratas and 3 otahs. yumm.(= i think they have the best prata, other than the one opposite MOE branch, in which i only came to know about it when i went for the crash course before ballon hat.

oh man. i still feel like eating that roast chicken thingy. not you ah, audrey. as in a real chicken with feathers.


please STOP calling me pang sai ah! and POH WAI YEE, don't think i didn't know that you told eunice ok?? she say her husband told her, then ahem told her. last time she say GOD told her. wow. she's so amazing. and stupid POH WAI YEE. i know it's you. because you're the only one who knew, dear. couldn't be than who??


i'm going to continue to sing the "who stole the cookie from the cookie jar" song. till then.



*i'm getting there.