Monday, January 17, 2005
as the tentative date for the release of my A Level results draws near, jitters are returning to haunt me. before i went to sleep last night, horrors of me screwing up my gp paper thundered in my mind. i couldn't even remember the damn question i answered for paper 1. needless to say, the whole passage in paper 2 is cleanly forgotten.
some hc student awaiting her A Level results, by the name of emilyn ng, wrote an account of her maiden clubbing experience. she felt that her eardrums almost burst, her lungs intoxicated by smoke from cigarettes, and her mind swimming when she saw a condom vending machine in the ladies. how exaggerating! she must have gone to some cheapo club along mohd sultant. try zouk, girl!
singapore won indonesia in the tiger cup finals. enough said. arsenal lost to bolton 0-1. poor fabregas. manchester united are in the running for the league title. i'm highly doubtful of chelsea not emerging as the champs.
i've decided not to get a job. that calls for a champagne celebration. working is just too boring and it affects my acclaimed 'tai-tai' lifestyle.
i love ryan cabrera, ryan key (lead vocalist of yellowcard), cristiano ronaldo (who recently appeared in a suzuki car advertisement), jesse mccartney and jeremy sumpter (although i am a tad too old for these two).
excitedly, i am looking forward to the bbq at dennis' house this coming friday. i'll be celebrating hari raya with my tour friends. oh, i miss them so much.
joyfully, kl is coming out of camp tekong come wednesday. at least, that's what i heard from someone who booked in the same day as kl did.
that's like totally plebeian. that's (like, totally) plebeian. spot the difference?
once again, i dreamt of the blonde, tall eurasian. (: kiwi rocks.
&
hush pretty pink lady ;
at 10:53 am
