yay. im blogging again. and fortunately, this time im feeling higher.

and btw, sherry said to say that her bio journal refuses to close. she has to stack two humongous dictionaries on top. before they close. funny x)

ah what to blog about. aiyah. see lah. all our fault. we blog so much that theres practically nothing else to blog about now. sheesh. oh. yes. i know.

I was looking for poems for lit pt. hahah this is random but when sherry found she couldnt believe it and she called me the world's worst slacker, so i told her no, i'm the world's best slacker. heehee. which is troo. anyway I would only work hard for lit and english and jap. which is rather biased but i try my best to work hard for the rest also kayy. lala. And I found 3 nice poems. All by Robert Frost. And I conclude that Lewis Carroll writes nothing but nonsense and I wonder why he's hot in woodbridge. which is probably because he's dead. xP

lala. anyway the first one ish called "Nothing Gold Can Stay". It's a cool poem. But its short. So I'm just gonna use it for the week 9 thing. ha if it were longer i would use it for lit pt. And then the second one ish called "My November Guest" and then theres "Acquainted With The Night".
But I like "Acquainted With The Night More" cos its easier to understand. but both are cool.

lala anyway SSC had a gala nite for the swimmers tonight. I din't go. Because, Amelia quit, Ying Rong quit, and Ser Qi wasn't going. So there wasn't anyone i could sit with. unless you expect me to sit with the younger girls, who mostly just talk to each other. Or with my bro's friends, who are guys and are all younger than me. Or with my cousin's friends, who are mostly guys and are all waay older than me. So no one would really talk to me. So there wasn't really any point in going. Sheesh.

ohoh. But my dad made me go get the door gift. 'twas a nice door gift. its a nike bottle. i took a light bloo one. But my bros took the yellow ones. weirdoes. They don't even like yellow.

ah ok. stop le. my dad wants me to go to sleep.