But without you all I'm going to be is... Incomplete.

haha, remember backstreet boys? rofl. -thinks back to paint it black band names... BACKSEAT GIRLS?-

OMGSH (psht can't say the other one cos of that damn bet stupid pat made... "ohh you can't say OM*** because it's swearing!" -sees >_> nodding her head with enthusium-

REPORTS/MATHS CLASSES/ENGLISH&&SCIENCE CLASSES DAMMIT

Oh. Academic stuff again is it?

Well yes it is. And when you're dying in a damn selective school, plus scary Asian parents who expect you to get over 90 percent in each subject, i might as well go suicide before they come running after me with a knife.

Dammit. It’s nearly the end of term AGAIN. It feels like yesterday when it was still beginning of yr 7, when 180 little yr 7ners come walking cheerfully into the big gym, waiting for the distribution of timetables and finding out what class you were in. it still feels like the beginning of yr 8, when i remember… (Or was it some other day?) When jerry and me were late for school on the first day and wondered around B block trying to figure out where everyone one was. (haha i still remember Mr. J asking us from B16 or something "is dee assembly ovarr yett?")

Ahh. The memories.

And in another 2 months or so, it would be yr 9. Absolute hell. And if i thought yr 8 was bad... may as well go commit suicide before i go into yr 9. =/

OH WOE IS ME T_T

Okaii. I should stop complaining now before this post turns into 1384 words of complaints.

Blehh. I feel so sick now. =/ i feel like im gonna throw up, and there’s this funny sort of feeling in my stomach =S. Ahh maybe its post-getting-reports fever. Ohh nonn =S

Which reminds me. There is approximately… 11 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS! The rest of you might be singing Christmas carols and getting ready to go to chinaland again (dammit i wanna go chinaland =[) and probably going... “OHH CHRISTMAS IS NEAR! LET US CELEBRATE!” but let me tell you something that would probably shock you so much your eyes will come popping out of their sockets (joking. overexaggeration =D)…

I HATE CHRISTMAS.

SERIOUSLY. I hate the damn Christmas carols they play every time you walk into Myer; I hate the super big Santa heads they put over the door, I hate the Christmas trees all decorated with bells and crap like that, I hate the stupid Santa’s that sit at the end of Harvey Norman screaming “HOHOHO” on the top of his lungs. Three words:

CHRISTMAS IS DEPRESSING.

Dammit. These Christmas holidays imma be stuck at home, spending endless hours on msn because of nothing to do (and i doubt anyone will be on because they're all overseas having the time of their lives), -looks at msn window and sees LITDN on-, trying to keep away from scary Asian parents who glare at you just cos you killed you’re yr 8 end of year report… oh and the list of boredom goes on…

Okaii. Tommy will now stop complaining and get off sg blog before she dominates it with her complaints/boredom.

Laters people.

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Tommyy =]