Poll: IS THIS BLOG VERY LUOSO :D

If I’m as long-winded as joor nanny, say yes!

If I’m as short as your brother’s XXX, say no!

IMCB: Institute of Micro Cellular Biology

Before I continue, I think you guys should check this out cos it’s really awesome.

Earth hour 08

Day 1 of

INSTISSUE OF MIKRO CELLULAR BIOLAWGY

C.Elegans, because they’re elegant! xD

Yes guess what we’ve been skipping school for three whole days just to study about these cute worms.
People from QSS:
Zihua
Me!
Satish aka Sexy
Yong Chyuan
Yiamunaa aka Babina

I know you know but i know you know i dont know that i know you know that i dont know and know you know i know

I haven’t spoken for such a long time I feel like I’ve gone mute.

I feel light-headed as I sip the mug of chestnut, the cool of the drink lingering on my tongue.

I’d just brushed my teeth.

My mom came in with the mug.

I may brush again.

Provided that I can survive the hours of sheer torture:

Homework,

No screwy,

Test tomorrow which I found out 5 mins ago,

no screwy.

Pease, cerenity.

This is my time alone with a guitar I can’t play and brightly-colored LEONA bookmarks and the chestnut mug.

Chestnuts are good for health.

I wonder if they cause any tooth decay if left on teeth.

It tastes sweet.

CNY: Day 2

Ok I lied. I opened my red packets today. Got quite a surprise when I found out my parents gave me XXX bucks, considering that it was half more than last year, and including inflation my parents really made it back for last year.

I shouldn't say this but some relatives are really cheapo.

I got too much money from my grandma and 5th and 6th aunt; shouldn’t opening red packets be filled with joy and not guilt and a pang of sadness? My mom says keep the ones from my aunts, but she’s returning the rest to grandma.

For the writers:
Ever had a sudden burst of inspiration after thinking over a, let’s say, plot development or how to intensity the scene or put that sly twist into the storyline, or something witty and pure slapstick humor? You chuckle and remind yourself to add that particular note to your story as the aunties in the mrt stare at you. Then when you get home——————
Eh, what was it again?

Random pretty music:

To Zanarkand
You seriously gotta love this Nobuo Uematsu. The pieces he composes are all so varied in terms of emotional-provoking. I fisrt listened to Zanarukando nite played by Seemin on the piano and was so entranced by it. It’s so touching. That piece fuelled my desire to get my hands on a piano.
If anyone has the piano piece for Eternal Harvest, tell me.

The beforemath of freemoney Day 2
11.12AM

CNY: Day 1

Visiting at grandma’s place. Had a can of beer. Parents allowed cos I asked them in the high of lockjawed from smiling at long-forgotten relatives and pretending they still remembered their names.

Mom:  :D
Dad:  :D
I:  Can I have a can of beer?
Dad:  :D
Mom:  :D

Anyway, this was what happened when I finished the beer:

TERRORISTS!!!!!!!

I went back to my old school today.

I: MR TAAAAAAAAAN!!!111onetwo *starts running towards him*
Mr Tan: JOLENEEEEEE!!!!11123 *starts flailing arms in air* oh nonono. Here’s Mr Chong! Say hi to him say hi to him!
I: OH OKAY. *starts running towards Mr Chong* MR CHONGGGGGGGGGG!!111111
Mr Chong: …crazy.

Gosh, I’ve been waiting to talk to him for like ages but everytime I went back to Old School #2 (Old School #1 was Juying) I couldn’t find him. And now, today-!
I’m truly delighted. Elated. No it’s not sacasm. I’m typing properly in complete english and proper punctuation!!!!!!11123

Bunnyth torturous.

 

Ok so basically I’ve been on a comp hiatus for so long that wordpress doesnt even recognise me on the login page anymoar.whatever.