Yet another school day...

who the hell put my photo on the classroom's back noticeboard? couldn't you have at least asked first? i can't stand the thought of having my smile lingering there, facing everyone's backs.

i felt so sleepy the entire morning! had fallen asleep on my way to school, in the bus. i heard, in my dream or in real life, i'm not sure; hey wake her up, in chinese. and then i woke up to the touch of a pat on my shoulder, and to see that we had arrived at school's bus stop.

hadn't managed to say thank you to whoever that was.

even if i hadn't been awakened, i would probably wake up in the nick of time, anyway. you all know how seriously i take my dreams, right? well sadly for me my dreams don't take me seriously, that's why they have a weird relationship with me. they pull me in with such strength only to push me away again suddenly.

they're like girls, you don't know what the hell they want. they invite you in only to kick you out again. o well.

so i had oral practice with Mrs Chew today. she looked so alive suddenly when i greeted her "good morning Mrs Chew may i sit down please?" [basic oral exam etiquette...] and she gasped and exclaimed, "yes, e'indah, that's the way!" hehe. 

i must admit, i seem to have a soft spot for Zharfan. he was on the board when it hit my desk, and to make it worse i'd been sleeping. i jerked my head up with a scowl and unforgiving glare but when i saw it was him i was just like Nvm when he said sorry. if it'd been somebody else i would have really have shown attitude face and ignore the apologies.

so once again Mr Bernard always comes over to check on me even though i never called him. what's more the rest of the class would be like "Mr Low Mr Low!", but he would silently make his way to my desk and ask, "everything ok? can do?"

after school, saw the kitty cat at central bus stop, lazing around in the sun. so adorable!

look. memory of the 15th of May this year, if i'm not wrong.

yeah, i liked Hulk. cause he's, well, Incredible.

i like how The Incredible Hulk can be read over and over and over but still make sense. The Incredible Hulk. Hulk, the Incredible. Hulk the Incredible Hulk the Incredible Hulk the incredible Hulk.

you know those type of sentences? i forgot what they're called. remember back in primary school when those faggots would ask you to say "kefa" repeatedly and laugh when you still didn't realise you were saying "fxker" again and again?

i like how the blue tadpole's hair looks like clouds when i draw him. *sparkle in the eye*

*embarrassed* x_x

come back! tonight, i'll blog again. most prolly. hey, it's gonna rain. need a brolly? [nah the sun is great, just wanted to make it rhyme. hehe]