okay lah...

that was a weirded entry. and i just got my period... so that can explain the outburst.

today was a fun day at school, because my mouth was much more uncontrolable towards the later part of the day. (blaming my menses again) so anyway, i was spouting much nonsense during gp. i was rude and uncouth, and i loved it. we were doing group work. the many jokes revolved around prasanth, the teacher and alot alot ALOT of puns! there was a pun on enlightenment. pra went like "can u all please enlighten me?" and i went like "i think u need to do a lot of exercise first" the look on winglok's and sherinah's face made my day maaaan....

yup.. there was a standing joke about prasanth being intoxicated by mr tan's presence and thus was not able to contribute to the group work and asking after mr whitby. basically, we were teasing him about his inclination towards male teachers in njc. maybe tts the prob after being in acs after 4yrs.

and then went for physics lesson, watched 'patch adams'. wad an inspiring story. the story has inspired me to kaypoh more about ppl. then they'll be more happy. (because, the patients in the story wan patch coz he very caring and crazy) HAY(the incorrect spelling intended)!!! i fit into the second 'c'...

i am CRAZY!

yep. then went for training. ran 800m, alone, for warm-up. shit. i cant run... my stamina like shit.

i was slacking in the library, reading 'new scientist' when i came across this article. it said that diary authors are more likely to be depressed and stuff. its because, they tend to dwell on their misfortunes or wadeva thats not going right in their lives.

oh well. i dun care. i love wallowing in my misery. because the theory of relativity applies. if the rest of your life is shit... one single happy event will lighten up your day... like winglok's and sherinah's reaction...