After practically a month-long-maybe-I'm-lazy-to-check hiatus, I am back, and I'm blogging!
ok can.
Yeah. Sad thing is though, I still don't really have much to write, so I'll just make it up as I go along.
Exactly as the picture says.
BUT FIRST.
SONG OF THE DAY: Sexy and I Know It.
This is probably the best music video in the known universe. Cool part starts at 0:45, climaxes at 1:00 TEEHEE.
So, I guess the hot topic recently is promos, right? I mean, what with it actually taking place right now. I've pretty much been through the worst of it already, and I only have math left on Tuesday, while most of you probably have a couple of subjects left to study SUCKERS.
But I kid. I feel for you guys, though I'm lying. I had my fair share of shit. Thursday was probably the worst day ever. I had Chemistry in the morning, followed by Literature in the afternoon. TWO H2 PAPERS IN ONE DAY. Most of you know how Chem goes, you have Section A, B and C, yadda yadda yadda (TEEHEE MR TONG), all three of which you don't know how to do, then you sit at your table and pretend to be calculating something whilst telling yourself how screwed you are.
Lit, however, is a non-stop writing fest. 3 essays in 3 hours. Talk about hand burn! Here is a completely accurate picture of how my hand looked like after the paper.
Plus my head was itchy, how!?
What makes it shitty is that you totally don't know what to write, but you're expected to write alot. Supposed "average" essay length is at least 3 pages. I wrote all three essays at a measly 2.5 pages. Even my freaking Chinese essay was longer!
Oh, Chinese. That day was fun.
So, friday. I take H1 econs, so I had to be in school in the morning to do the econs paper. Econs was okay I guess, but the source based = whut.
Anyway, after econs I had Chinese. Trouble is, Econs ended at 10.40, and Chinese was slated to start at 2.30. That's almost 4 hours in between the two papers, and that's called perfect scheduling on the school's part.
So I had almost 4 hours to kill. So what did I do during the 4 hours?
Study Chinese la, want to do well what.
You should know what this means by now.
Since I'm a complete idiot, I went to play basketball with the 11S103 boys, plus Terence and Alvin and Ting Hao. Govind was there too, but he didn't really play. Oh well. Either way, we had a jolly good time, fueled by lots of sweating and swearing, which are the two basic things guys need makes things fun for themselves.
Interestingly, googling "sweating and swearing" yields you this picture of a spider as one of the results, of which I am scared shitless.
Thinking back, that was a seriously stupid idea, playing basketball right before a paper. It gets quite frantic, and not to mention sweaty, so we all went into the Chinese paper tired and with blisters on our feet.
Speaking of which, here's a picture of the internal-bleeding-style blister I have on my left foot.
Oh shit son. Also, notice the troll face. Noticed it? Good for you.
Gotta pop it soon. Anyway, I've run out of things to say. Here's a little bonus. Look at Wilfred.
Shh, don't say a word, love.
This sexy beast of a man, now in MJ, loved by all (especially myself, as evident from our couple shot) used to be this.
<--- I like this one best
HAHA SORRY BRO. Anyway the people who read my blog probably know you and love you too. SORRY AGAIN.
Here's where shit gets heavy. If you take the second letter of the first word in each alternate sentence, starting from "This is probably the best music video...", you'll find a hidden message. Go on, super sleuths.
Nah, I'm just shitting with you. There isn't any hidden message. Seriously, there isn't, so don't try. You can still try, if you're stubborn, but you're probably gonna get some gibberish letters...
Which you can unscramble to form the real hidden message.
Nah, that was a joke too. Goodnight.
Waiting for that final moment you say the words that I can't say.
