hey world. (:

you know in the eunos mrt station while i was walking down the stairs, i saw two sec 3/4 rgs girls. they waved and said hi to me while grinning maniacally. so i did the same back to them and they started giggling uncontrollably. ha, thats how social i am. x)

im very very glad im not a guy. NS sounds terrible the way my cousin describes it. ha, but then he's always been really sissy so.. i dont know. ha i wanna see how my bro would fare in NS. maybe he'd come back without all his fats. ugh. my brother's currently trying to convince my mom his stomach is not fats, just muscles. uh, im sure. -.=

IM ON A BALLPICKERS STRIKE. come on you know you want to join me. :D
think about it. out of the kindness of your heart, you help the shooters pick up their balls.

and what do they do?

ORDER YOU ABOUT. "PIGGY, GO GET THAT" "SHERRY HURRY UP LA"

hmph. it is time some initiative ought to be taken. and me, being the wonderfully responsible and initiative-taking person that everybody knows i am, HAVE DECIDED TO TAKE THIS INITIATIVE. im not helping them pick balls anymore. go find your other ballpickers, dudes. and when you realise im the best there is, YOUD REGRET IT. but by then itd be too late.

as much as id like to talk about this now, i have to do bloody chinese filing now.

and my sis is pissing me off like shizzzzzzz. DAMN ITTTTTTTT.

and oh miracle of miracles, my dad FINALLY got it into his head that i play NETBALL, not bliddy volleyball.