and again, im still early. and not sleepy. is it just me, or has it suddenly turned into an oven in here? im burning up man!.......
mr loh smells. im sorry, but it's true lah. and he's standing right in front of the fan. poor siow thien....
hmm... i miss my 1st scribbles... ( i wish i could take it outta the trash bin) everyone's still writing. what's wrong with them man! no ideas? or writing too slow? hah. i wonder what jannah wrote for her compo. i've got no ideas coming man. so unprepared. oh gosh, hand's cramming up. and im thirsty. i feel like ripping my shirt off. its so blardy warm!!!! and throughout this year, i've seen mr toh wear the same white and blue stripped shirt with the 'stain under the arm' about like a miilion and one times already. im getting him a new shirt. teachers' day. shall make his future wife pay. she aint doing a good job.
teachers, please do not wear heels when invijulating. i mean, having to hear a pair during class room exams is forgivable. but 4-5 pair of clickity-clack and tippity-taps, i cannot take....

i wonder what would happen if someone farted real loud, but no one except the culprit knows who did it. if he or she were near me, i'd probably be deprived of oxygen, and that may result in me not being able to do my exam properly, or me not being able to function right, due to lack of respiration in the lungs, cant breathe, choke, then die. falling face first onto the floor. hmm. bu then, i think all eyes would be on me, and ppl would forget about the farting incident, and worry if they'd have to write a report on my death due to a fart.
speaking of deprived. i need more paper. and water. i wish i had my camera....


that's it. so now at least a handful of you would be able to understand why and how i can hold conversations for hours...



back to my revision now. no more breaks.
quoted from my cousin's blog...
" all i hear is buurrnnnnnnnn!!!"


mugmugmugmugmug.