WAS browsin through old posts from a previous blog, and here's wad i dug up! haha
(excuse the typical girl's sch slang that might come wid it. ) :
' woohoo. castaway-greenday-. good song. as in u can bounce away on it kinda good song. everytime listen to it, haf this feelin of exhiliration and start jumpin arnd. it takes all mental strength to restrain myself when i'm in the bus fmr bouncin frm cahir to chair doin the head bang... anyway...
i fell of my bike on my way home aft the triathlon (sat). haha. (i mean at least it was aft.) and received this huge, oversized, and overwhelming blue black which is causing serious pain (exaggeration) to my leg. oh ho. was goin to sleep and u noe like legs were crossed near the ankles... i hit the sensitive point (not the.. pls arh), and kinda continued doin that, sorta like a massage?(hahaha) anyway. its turned a sickly reddish-brown. and its still huge.
speakin of colour, had chem-bio prac today, which i wouldn't rate as fantastic, but would haf to do. at the end of the lesson, attempted to swap the potato strips in 2 diff petri-dishes and see the reaction (*not suppose to do that). mrs boey eyed my attempt and came up to me makin various noises between a grunt, tsk, and a whine. obviously came to the conclusion that i din want to hear more of the despicably irritating noise and decided to swap them back to their originals. its would haf been excitin though, to see the turgidness and the flaccidity of the potato strips being acted out. oh and i mixed up "crenation" which was suppose to be descibin a body cell not a damn plant cell.
goin back to last night. i was lying on my bed... facin the pillow, readin a book when i heard a buzzing noise overhead-- and then it stopped. "a beetle, nothin more" so went on reading. it started again.."beetle flyin, nothin more".. continued reading. the whole process continued until finally i couldn't take the buzzing no more and decided to save the beetle from its courageous but futile attempts to get out, and make its simply possible by opening the door. however, to my horror (and really) , the beetle was the biggest, dirtest, elongated, six-legged creature i've been fearin all my sad, pathetic, life. the COCKROACH! (ok gettin too drama)well, i literally jumped out of bed--not too high, and ran over to my parents room and wailed for my dad to squish the digustin creature. KILL. he got there. but not before it made its quick and decisive attempt to escape. we couldn't find it. then he went back to the room, and i stood arnd, beatin about the corners, hopin to kill it in the process where ever it was hidin and not wantin to lie down and be the victim of a ferocious attack. true enuff, a buzzin noise was heard, and suddenly, it dropped to the floor wid a small but audiable "thud" and the horrible buzzin was back. i peeped cautiously into the small space in which i heard the noise and saw it squiggling out. i squelled for juz a second, then remembered to call my dad.. .. obviously he appears at my callin and makes a second search. this time, i handed over my weapon (an improvized whackin device) which my dad gladly took and when he spotted it, it crawled into a plastic bag. cleverah~ tryin to hide again. tragic to allow itself to be killed. i mean its life would haf been so much fun watchin a loser runnin in and out of her room. and so he squished it. so it died. so chinglin fell asleep. and had a happy nite.
there we go. a story to satisfiy the boredom in which has become a custom in our daily lives since day one.
good day. '
not bad for a 16 year old la HOR. (:
