Me and Dhaniah will have our first live gig on Monday in the canteen at 1.30PM so don't forget to come and support us by donating generously to the school building fund! We will be impersonating celebrities and singing some of our original songs. Dhaniah will be playing her little guitar while I hit my little tambourine.
Sounds fun, eh?

My lungs are still shattered from PE today.

As usual, my Celest Chong lookalike friend Elaine has done it. Samuel, her filthy rich neighbour and our tuition classmate, asked her out for a Val-day date. Date? Phooey. A reservation for a table for two at a fancy schmancy restaurant is NOT an average date to me. But then to Elaine, I guess it's just the norm for her.
It sort of reminds me of the movie The Bachelor. Not the unrealistic Reality TV show; the Renee Zellweger one.
What did I do for Val-day? I went to the library with Victor. Okay, don't give me the "what-you-went-to-the-library-and-you-call-it-fun" speech because everyone and I really mean everyone said that. What's wrong? I think it's fun and besides not a single cent spent on unnecessary entertainment. But I really should warn others. If you are the boring type, don't go to the library. The library's for the adventurous type. You'll see what I mean.
This blog is so boring.

I dream a pile of shit
And ate a power socket
I licked the window grill
Pooka pooka pocket

I sat upon a finger
And sailed the dinghy sea
Far across the bathtub
I dream in Hawaii

Dreams, dream in Hawaii
I put on my flowery shirt
Dreams. dream in Hawaii
Babes are dropping grass skirts
I take a swig of Malibu
Hiked the way to Timbuktu
Cos I dream, dream in Hawaii

Today at tuition Elaine told me about her boyfriend. He dumped her, went out with a MGS girl, then dumped her, then went back to Elaine.
In my own words, that boy is a loser.
P.S. His name is Ian, so better beware.
P.S.S. The MGS girl is Rong Xing, she has a reputation for boyfriend stealing, so better beware too.
P.S.S.S Good thing I'm unattached.

I was so bored in Chongster's A-Maths class that I shaved my legs. Serious. You can't see it, but I was shaving quietly under the table.
I can't say who he is, so I'll call him W. W is a fat poser. He thinks he's cool and macho just because he is tech-savvy, or he lift weights, or he can play soccer like a pro. But he's just a fat poser who douses himself with deodorant.
He stinks.