The Art Of Self-Mind Psychoing

SING SONG: BLACK SABBATH- IRON MAN

i still think its funny when my dad comes online. so unreal. and his PM is so lame. "God Bless U" with the shaded smiley. cool lah tu.

this week is lame just as every other week. i miss my old friends. i'll try fill this post with something.

i'm bummed about my results for the accounts test. a 78% isn't even average in class when everyone is getting 80% and above. alot of ground to cover. it sucks. i can't believe i let it slip. i can do much better.

we saw another side of Mr Sim, our banking teacher a.k.a Doraemon a.k.a Mr World. he's a very small gaffer who is rather deceptive in terms of impressions. he issued a number of warnings on wednesday for the class to be quiet, and yet, as always, no one listens. when he had the last straw, he slammed the table and pointed at the direction of the noise (first, i had to stiffle laughters, looking at his very cute pose). the bang was pretty loud as if someone stomped on the table. everyone hushed like a tamed pack of hyenas. then he continued, with the class', then quarter attention, now, full attention. the silence was like a group angels in heaven. as he explained the chapter with both hands raised, i saw his right palm flushed crimson and the other of normal state. (again i had to stiffle laughters)

i got to relive my childhood. through a spider. i found it on the bench of the rooftop and i spent 20 minutes of my break time playing with the spider. it was black, had only 7 legs (think i might've caused that) and had a yellow butt; thorax, if i recall. i called it Spiderpig, though it looked nothing a pig. but neither did the pig look like a spider in the Simpson Movie.

Spiderpig, on my pinky. (3 week old nail)Spiderpig on my middlefinger.

i brought it to class. and some took photos, some squirmed and some shrieked. but when the teacher came i sent it out, bid farewell forever. i had a good 30 minutes of childhood with a new spider friend. now i'm hoping i can meet that famous gigantic spider who made an even gigantic spider web between 2 trees. its about the size of my palm. i'm gonna call it Spiderkang.

on the way home i noticed a few ads on the trains. one asking about the vast population of our relatively small piece of land. a chinese boy whipped out a marker and scribbled "NO. CAUSE THERE ARE TOO MANY BANGALAH". i counted 4 of such 'bangalahs' in that cabin. deathwish.

i miss baby Keisha. come sleep over again! cute as F.

Shrek