all your base are belong to us.
hello again dust mites. welcome to your new home! isn't it nice. say thank you to aunty lyndsey.
ah well. the past few days have been mroe or less the same. school takes up the morning, computer games take up 4 hours of my afternoon and the other 2 hours are for sleeping. dinner, another 2/3 hours of computer games and then off to sleep and the cycle repeats itself. some may call it dull but i love it. well at least tomorrow i'm going for a bowling session.
my friend since primary school, Sunkesula Krishnasai, is going to migrate to the States in around 200 hours time from this post.
quite disappointed with my english marks for SA2. i thought i could get at least an A2 before i did the test. after i did the test i was wishing i could just get an A2, and i got a b3. damn. but at least overall i'm still top so its alright, but still the performance for the last semester wasn't as good as the performance for the first. anyway considering the amount of effort i put in compared to the others, i guess i'im quite lucky.
during the migration period from the first blog to this one, i watched Jason X, the tenth sequel to late 1970s-1980s whos Friday the 13th, starring Jason Voorhees. i tell you, Jason X is one of the must STUPID horror movies i've ever watched in my whole life. it is a disgrace to all the other Friday the 13th shows. like the reviews said, 'The ONLY way to ever KILL Jason Voorhess is through weak studio profits'. now go and ponder over that. if you have watched any of the Friday the 13th shows you will know what i am talking about.
finally, just when i recovered from an ankle injury sustained during field soccer 2 weeks ago, i went to the street soccer happily and very merrily sprained the middle three toes of my left foot. another 2 weeks of no-soccer for me. i must be the 'target man' or sth, cuz everybody seems to be targetting me. but at least before 3/5 of my team got injured, we beat this team with these Sinchi FC fellers in it TWICE. scored the winning goal for one and assisted a goal for the other one. i was really playing very well that day until someone stuck his leg out and caught my knee. subsequently as i landed, the whole weight of my body was centered onto those three toes, hence the sprain. well at least i can still go bowling tomorrow.
newcastle drew with aston villa 1-1. dion dublin scored a header for aston villa. ordinary goal. however, the goal by Laurent Robert was not-so-ordinary. ball fell to Shearer lying on the ground, still on the ground, Shearer made a pass, it was followed by a scramble in the penalty box, aston villa player mis-cleared the ball, fell to Laurent Robert on the edge of the penalty area, Laurent Robert fired in a screamer on the half-volley. Laurent Robert takes lots of shots, only some go in, but when they do, boy, they do.
hmph, gotta finish up my physics stuff, if not my physics teacher will cry again. that time almost the whole class didn't finish the physics homework and she lectured us and then she CRIED. sial heart pain man. but then the class automatically volunteered to sit on the floor for the rest of the class time and finish up the homework. when we did that on the floor we were actually giggling. bad lah we all. tomorrow, she's gonna check again i guess, and i bet quite a few people aren't turning up. but i am! i want to be a good student.
my physics teacher's name is madam quek yew moi. she's really hardworking and has a lot of faith in us. unfortunately sometimes i find her too petite and delicate for her own good. and two days ago, she actually asked for my PIANO TEACHER's phone number, since she wanted to register her son for private piano lessons. this will be the death of me. i fear her son might not be up to the high expectations laid out by my piano teacher. you see, my piano teacher only accepts the BEST students. i myself was selected from a class in yamaha that she took over. at that time i wasn't even in grade 1 and she signed me up for the grade 3 exam. tomorrow she wil ask me again. i guess i'm going to just give her my piano teacher's number and see what happens. luckily she did not ask me to personally teach her son. yeesh.
alright. good night everyone, dust mites, eraser, blank cd lying on table, broken cd case, and everything else on the table looking up at my computer screen. and of course to the precious and rare reader of this blog. good night...
