Guess what?
Lessons have begun.
its like the school already planned our whole year's study plans. DAMN.
thats what you get for being 'gatal' and enter a god-damn JC.
i have what, geography notes that are friggin 4cm thick.yes thick.
thats a hell lot of papers and words in there mind you.
but!
yes, theres always a but.
i've got the ultimately cutely geeky form teacher in the world.
and he is BILLY TAN.
awwww.isn't his name like adorable already?
and i've gotten my DLSR which makes me really excited and jumpy.
because i might be your very next Private I. hoho.\

right this is suppose to be a random post that you happen to think of
when you don't get enough sleep yet you still don't wanna crawl into one
and your mind isn't functioning properly because Nessa says a wooden fountain
and scented joss sticks doesn't allow you to find Inner peace. Instead she makes
you run the treadmill with her in the school's gym and tells you that just behind
the headlights.you see the sunset.take a picture. forgetting that the basketball is
still under the table.gets a really nicee guy to run back to get it while i sit at the grand
stand taking shots of ants and millipedes on the ground.
oh right, goodnight world.





this dude here says he wants to do a Thriller encore.
followed by Chrank that if you don't mind.
"youuuuuuuuuu"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAYMONDDDo

I woke up today asking myself if i should skip school today.
because Orientation was sucha bore yesterday.
who cares if we really got back the relics.
i just saw the Numrid lens lying around the foyer yesterday
made up dumb hula hoops and cardboard.
well of course its suppose to made up of junk.if not i would
have stolen it and sold it on Ebay and become the richest 17-year-old alive.
However,
staying at home the whole day to find Inner peace as suggested by
'healthy magazine' got the better of me and not start up National Treasure 3.

I tried by burning some aromatic candles together with cinnamon
with apparently could not be burnt, i don't know why.
and now my whole room smells like some Indian temple. Lol.
maybe, i might just head to the kitchen next and start concocting an unearthly
medical ailment that can maybe cure terrible backaches in a jiffy.
or maybe i could start my own biography so when i die,
someone finds it publishes it and i'll become more reknown then Anne Frank.
why? because i'll add in many unrealistic crap that Inner peace gives.
right.i guess sleeping does the most Inner peace-giving.
so goodnight to those poor warriors in school having to find a fake relic
and listening to old people giving never-ending talks.

And lastly, i've influenced Vanessa to find her own Inner peace.
i told you i was influential.
Oh yeah, I hope the kitties come out to a place where i can actually see them
tonight so Glen won't kill me for having cockroach-fright-night.















Glen with Missy Ginger.

Maybe somethings will always remain the same

Hello bloggosphere,

life was pretty much mundane today.
and blogging about it would make this much worse.
and i remembered we did about Freedom of Speech today
during GP lessons. about how we should have the right to say
what we want over the net so we could all get influence and
dominate the government! hahah.
i guess, we are just trying to get attention. why can't all of be stereotypes
and hail to the government? like the communist state.
oh wait, no way. we all have to end up reading the Little Dot Book.

Controversial issues, i shared my fair bit here so Mr P won't complain
that teenagers with blogs like to 'brag' about their pathetic life.









looks like today i'm not about to repeat that
poets are the most romantic people on Earth anymore.
all i wish for Valentine's day is for a reknown poet
from the past century to date me. HAHA.

Class of 41C Innova JC'08
hows that for a start? fresh new pictures from a different
environment though still in the same uniform.
that's during GP lesson. Well, people. if you have an
impression that GP is a killer subject with comprehensions
that you can't comprehend, vocabularies that are totally
out of this world blah blah blah, fear not! cause, we do podcast
and take continuation pictures in classes!
And, we have debates! Just recently, the topic was
" teenagers can't tell the difference between good or bad in media"
GO PONDER.

oh dear, looks like i'm selling Innova. Its actually really good here.
Seriously.

and, i know i've not been here for long.
because i don't like Economics. It is one horrible subject.
they have so many damn Theories.like who the hell cares man!
again, i'll emphasise that i love Lit. Hahaha.
i idolise my teacher and i absolutely love Shakespeare.
IF he were still alive, i'll marry him.hahhahaha.
poets are just the most romantic things on Earth.haha.






Shakespeare.


Don't you love him?

the name's cheryl.
urh huh
soon seventeen

a lady that is striving to dwell in the house of the Lord
who is learning to see God's greater purpose for her
who wakes up and learns to be thankful for her blessings.

Guess what?
Lessons have begun.
its like the school already planned our whole year's study plans. DAMN.
thats what you get for being 'gatal' and enter a god-damn JC.
i have what, geography notes that are friggin 4cm thick.yes thick.
thats a hell lot of papers and words in there mind you.
but!
yes, theres always a but.
i've got the ultimately cutely geeky form teacher in the world.
and he is BILLY TAN.
awwww.isn't his name like adorable already?
and i've gotten my DLSR which makes me really excited and jumpy.
because i might be your very next Private I. hoho.\

right this is suppose to be a random post that you happen to think of
when you don't get enough sleep yet you still don't wanna crawl into one
and your mind isn't functioning properly because Nessa says a wooden fountain
and scented joss sticks doesn't allow you to find Inner peace. Instead she makes
you run the treadmill with her in the school's gym and tells you that just behind
the headlights.you see the sunset.take a picture. forgetting that the basketball is
still under the table.gets a really nicee guy to run back to get it while i sit at the grand
stand taking shots of ants and millipedes on the ground.
oh right, goodnight world.





this dude here says he wants to do a Thriller encore.
followed by Chrank that if you don't mind.
"youuuuuuuuuu"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAYMONDDDo

I woke up today asking myself if i should skip school today.
because Orientation was sucha bore yesterday.
who cares if we really got back the relics.
i just saw the Numrid lens lying around the foyer yesterday
made up dumb hula hoops and cardboard.
well of course its suppose to made up of junk.if not i would
have stolen it and sold it on Ebay and become the richest 17-year-old alive.
However,
staying at home the whole day to find Inner peace as suggested by
'healthy magazine' got the better of me and not start up National Treasure 3.

I tried by burning some aromatic candles together with cinnamon
with apparently could not be burnt, i don't know why.
and now my whole room smells like some Indian temple. Lol.
maybe, i might just head to the kitchen next and start concocting an unearthly
medical ailment that can maybe cure terrible backaches in a jiffy.
or maybe i could start my own biography so when i die,
someone finds it publishes it and i'll become more reknown then Anne Frank.
why? because i'll add in many unrealistic crap that Inner peace gives.
right.i guess sleeping does the most Inner peace-giving.
so goodnight to those poor warriors in school having to find a fake relic
and listening to old people giving never-ending talks.

And lastly, i've influenced Vanessa to find her own Inner peace.
i told you i was influential.
Oh yeah, I hope the kitties come out to a place where i can actually see them
tonight so Glen won't kill me for having cockroach-fright-night.















Glen with Missy Ginger.

Maybe somethings will always remain the same

Hello bloggosphere,

life was pretty much mundane today.
and blogging about it would make this much worse.
and i remembered we did about Freedom of Speech today
during GP lessons. about how we should have the right to say
what we want over the net so we could all get influence and
dominate the government! hahah.
i guess, we are just trying to get attention. why can't all of be stereotypes
and hail to the government? like the communist state.
oh wait, no way. we all have to end up reading the Little Dot Book.

Controversial issues, i shared my fair bit here so Mr P won't complain
that teenagers with blogs like to 'brag' about their pathetic life.









looks like today i'm not about to repeat that
poets are the most romantic people on Earth anymore.
all i wish for Valentine's day is for a reknown poet
from the past century to date me. HAHA.

Class of 41C Innova JC'08
hows that for a start? fresh new pictures from a different
environment though still in the same uniform.
that's during GP lesson. Well, people. if you have an
impression that GP is a killer subject with comprehensions
that you can't comprehend, vocabularies that are totally
out of this world blah blah blah, fear not! cause, we do podcast
and take continuation pictures in classes!
And, we have debates! Just recently, the topic was
" teenagers can't tell the difference between good or bad in media"
GO PONDER.

oh dear, looks like i'm selling Innova. Its actually really good here.
Seriously.

and, i know i've not been here for long.
because i don't like Economics. It is one horrible subject.
they have so many damn Theories.like who the hell cares man!
again, i'll emphasise that i love Lit. Hahaha.
i idolise my teacher and i absolutely love Shakespeare.
IF he were still alive, i'll marry him.hahhahaha.
poets are just the most romantic things on Earth.haha.






Shakespeare.


Don't you love him?

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% amalina.
% vague memories.
% annie.
% andre.
% ben.
% cherylseng.
% charmiane.
% dino.
% daniel.
% derrick.
% felicia.
% ferdi.
% gwen.
% gladys.
% gina.
% grace.
% huiyu.
% hezwan.
% huina.
% jason.
% jane.
% jasmine.
% julin.
% jude.
% jennifer.
% joel.
% joei.
% jiahao.
% jiggsters.
% jolene.
% khai.
% kailin.
% kuangyu.
% kenyon.
% liyana.
% leonard.
% luqman.
% munir
% mark.
% manda.
% michelle.
% mingzhen.
nicholas.
% pamela.
% peifen.
% peiyi.
% ridwan
% rebecca.
% rosalin.
% samantha.
% siti.
% shinna.
% sindy.
% stickman.
% susanna.
% tracy.
% valeryfong.
% vanessa.
% wenting.
% wusheng.
% xiaolaura.
% youjing.
% yingying.
% 2E1'05



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