I am one MESSY personage.
I am the epitome of muddled, disorganize, cluttered condition.
I was cleaning up my school bag.
I found a disposable chopsticks, still in plastic.
If it can talk it must be thinking,
"What in the world am I doing here?"

Friday class.
There was an extra faci in class to supervise our ut (understanding test) for the day.
The first thing I noticed(and looked at) are his shoes.
Levi's.
Super nice.
So when he left the class,
I shouted.
me: bye! and i LOVE your shoes.
him : *he obviously flushed* oh thanks..and I love you.
class: owwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!
me: ohKAy..bye bye now..*awkward*

LAWL.

Someone hold me.
Or give me back my ego, at least.
Ah the dying seconds of the match this morning.
Germany, ich gratuliere!

Ok.
So my Pro- Italy (or basically anti-me) friends have
taken turns in attacking me.
"Ah Germany lost, u loser!"
"Germany sucks!"
"Boooo!!"
"Actually I'm just getting even, I have nothing against Germany, so booya 3sh :)"

That's how my life is.
I breathe in the negativity of life from my foolish friends
and survive superbly.

I swear my hands are freezing.
Ego depleting.
Love increasing.
Zit departing.
Jealousy occuring.
Insecurity mounting.
situation obscuring.
promises withdrawing.
shoes injuring.
admirers lurking.
lies resurfacing.
Vocab advancing.
I end this entry appreciating.

rush rush rush.
Singaporeans are ALWAYS in a rush.
Rush to get in the bus,
not caring how they would bruise your arm,
and rush to GET OUT of the bus.
what's the flippin' deal?

So let's see, England lost
Brazil Lost.
Portugal won and so did Germany.

My life is almost perfect.
achoo*

I can be shallow like that.
So I'm off eating my cold burger.
and yes, my zit is still alive
I still think it's cute.

a friend of mine from canada sketched this.
this is only the draft.
My oh my.
I can't wait to see the finished product.

Say say say!!!

Reality bites when your feet starts to smell.
Own it!

I have a zit on my face
and no, it's not the end of the world

but hey, I have a theory
I trimmed my nails too short,
and it stings.

Actually, that's it.

Hot blogs eh?
Do I get any prize for that?
*nudge nudge moolah points!*

You know.

I want to be a newscaster.

but because I crack myself too much,
I'll end up laughing.
And pee myself.

Everyone has seen high school musical except me.
ah welllllllllllllllll.

I like the name Bronte(Bron-tee)
You guys wanna know how ridiculously disgusting my guy classmates are?
So we were talking about Worldcup in msn
in class(yeah we're cool, we have laptops like that)
So one guy was super all for Italy,
so I made this up;

ITALY - I Think All Lose Ya?

So everyone was like cheering around ooh that was good no one can beat that
But then everyone started to challenge me

so the following came out;

PORTUGAL - People of Raping Turn Ugly At Lisbon
- Perverts of Rapist Tarzan Union, Go All Lose
BRAZIL - Brain Reaking At Zoo In Love
this is by me haha FRANCE - Farid(he thought of Portugal) Rape A Nonsensical Chimpanzee Earlier
KOREA - Killing OF Real Extra Asses
GHANA - Great Human And Nipples Association

As you can see,

all manner of grammar,tenses and sanity is gone.
This was just the starting,
it got a lot dirtier and they even made some with my name on it
Poland?
Gosh.
You don't wanna know.
That's how I get violated in class everyday.
I bow my head:)

we're walking we're walking...no we're dancing!

Snapple apple real fact #126

"A pigeon's feathers are heavier than its bones"

not really helpful but hey, it's interesting so sue me.

Favorite name for the day = Shawand

alright let me take back my sanity from that lemon tea bottle.

So I was walking with my usual "plastics"(plastics = my ever so unique group of friends which comprises mostly of guys, who also takes the role as girl friends) to school this morning.

the bboy,piano player,metro sexual one was all, "Your legs are skinny"

I was wearing a summer skirt with heels.

me: It would be awkward if my legs were fat, whereas I'm petite.

him: true.

me: besides, you hate fat people. You're a size-ist like that.

We always take the ramp instead of the elevators.

We are against the gift of convenience.

Prolly just the guys, me and my other girl friend are supposedly under a rehabilitation.

either that or my school's connection is way crappy.

The stong suck in our lil' head

:)

Hello world:)
I am now conveniently sitted down in front of my reincarnated lappy(laptop for you,ignoramus one)
Whole hoo-haa was the ever so lovable keyboard.
so boom,changed it to new one
and the best thing was it's under some warranty thing
and thus, I spent zilch:)
Merci.
I am now stress-free though still tired from all the hub bub.
I am back to stressing to shallower things like which hairstyle I should get next.
Or what colour to dye my hair with.
Or who to side in the upcoming worldcup matches.
There was one time last week I was watching Roland Garros avec Mon Papa.
The commentator went ,"Audacious!" when Federer scored.
So I went like, "Whoa..audacious!"
followed by my dad, a second later with, "Audacious it is!"
10 seconds later.
me: dad..what's audacious?
dad: I have no idea
me: Ah.

The cose is clase.

It's rather unfair how they put Argentina and Holland in a match.
For the love of disappointment,
who am I gonna side then?
and why 3am?!
World cup world cup.
Only time I'm actually interested in soccer.