Shut Up.

@$*^*$#!
Just damn bored.I don't know why.Suddenly feel like swearing also.Listening to "Catch Your Wave" by The Click Five.Not bad,but somehow it made me feel...Angry or something.Um I don't know.
Whatever.
Just really tired and I can't think of much to say.Went to school.Didn't like school very much today.Went to stadium.Liked the stadium very much today.Was more enthusiastic than usual.Tried to get all the dance steps right.If you know me,I have a very very short memory.Very.
Goodness.I really can't think of what to type leh.When we got back to school it was 7.30pm.Reached home around 8.10pm.Ate dinner.Then it was 8.46pm.Went to bathe.Then it was 9.08 or something.Came online,went on Friendster,discovered something totally new and interesting.Damn cool.After that I felt so happy.Hah!
Mr Jiow asked about milk during Geography.
And he asked why doesn't milk in Singapore taste as good as milk in other countries.
I said milk in singapore isn't..natural.
Omg.He said,"milk isn't natural?Then what?"
Argh,WHATEVER MR JIOW.
What I meant was like...uh.You know,countries like Aus,NZ,and USA have a lot of land space and nice fertile soil to grow good grass in,and the cows eat the grass and they feel happy.And there's fresh air for them to breathe too!And space for them to run and stuff.Thats why the milk in other countries taste better.I've visited the dairy farm in Singapore before.You know what it looked like?No cows were free to run/walk/graze!They were like..kept in enclosed areas lah!And there's that machine to milk them..Poor things.They had to eat the stupid dried grass given to them.No wonder the milk not nice!THATS UNNATURAL MAN!
See,my theory is so logical,right? -Xiu =)

One,Two,Three

Yes okay forgive me.
The computer's been down for quite awhile.Now there's this new FLATRON L1952S infront of me.LG Technology.Yeah,whatever.
Felt so good when I finally got to type again.Hmm.
Went to school this morning for Art.Ceramics painting.
We were required to help out with the putting-of-paint-into-bottles.Had some fun doing that,requires patience,and lots of it too.If you weren't patient,you'd just fling the damn bottle out of the window and then turn over the whole bucket of paint!Actually for a minute,that was what I felt like doing.But I knew Ms Ho would just kill me if I did that so I.."rested my hands" for afew moments,and then got on with doing it.After I got the hang of it,it got easier,I actually kind of enjoyed it.Almost.
We were supposed to be dismissed at 12 noon,but some of us weren't finished with painting our ceramics yet so we stayed back for a while longer.How do you spell that thing?Lacker?Lacquer?
Argh.Just-Uh..That spray-thing with the glossy finish that can choke you if you're in an enclosed area with it.Next time if I ever want to commit suicide,I'd know what to do.
After Art I borrowed Visha's phone to call Dad to tell him that I'm done and I'm coming home.
Sigh.How I wish I didn't have to do this everytime I finish school.Not always Visha's phone lah,I'm not so bad.I used to be able to tahan bus rides but the last time I took a bus for a change,I felt so sick,I got scared of them.Tuh!
So of course,I took the well-loved MRT.
I wonder what Ms Shanthi is gonna say to me tomorrow?
All thanks to me not having a phone now,I missed yesterday's lesson.I was totally oblivious!!!
What the hell.
Yeah,I'm in every position now to tell you that life is NEVER fair,so just forget about making it fair to suit your needs.
I'm waiting for dinner now.Don't bother me,I'm hungry.