Yay. People are coming. My tagboard actually has TAGS! OMG... But I can't tell who's who. Anyway, the pressure's on for me to blog more often. During the holidays, it shouldn't be a problem. But when school restarts... let's just say it'll be a different matter. Today was Dance. Holy bloody fweakinbg hell. I didn't flunk. THERE IS A GOD.

I recently realised what was the bestest thing about YouTube. The FOB music videos. Really. Last time, I went to YouTube top check out funny stuff only. (Smosh, hacks, parodies) Nowadays it's FOB heaven. And there're many LF2 movies too. Really should check it out.

13 going on 24

The previous post was on 13th. This post is on the 24th. Get my point?

It's been a loooooooong time.

Lots has happened.

We lost the Rocket thing. Wipeout.
My results suck. GOTTA WORK HARDER!! I swear I will.
Mr Tan's going, and so is Ms Choong. (Gawd, this is so sad.)
Cynthia's group PULVERISED us in the D&T wood structure thingus. Ouch.
I realised that Hollywood is made up of a bunch of perverts.

Ms Choong showed us Love Actually. The R21 version. Holy cow. Enough said. This might just push me back into the realm of Pixar & Dreamworks.

Speaking of movies, the blockbuster season's here! =) But I can only watch one movie. (If I'm lucky, then 2.) What's it gonna be? For now, it's Order of the Phoenix. But according to RX, @ World's End is damn good too. I the mini-Shreks are TOTALLY cute. Damn. Major dileimma.

I'm going to do what Rat from Pearls Before Swine did. "Sacrifice a little integrity for commercial success." I'm going to do what my classmates have shamelessly been doing to get people to visit their blogs. I'm going to announce the existence of this blog on the class blog. Sigh... How could I sink so low?

Tomorrow's Dance. I'm dead. Meat.

Dance, dance. We're falling apart to half time.

Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead.

~Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy

(Can't) Fix Her In 45

45 days it just not quite enough for someone as hatable as Paris Hilton. Maybe 90. Or 180. What the heck, give her 10 years. Serves her right. Is she even mature enough to drive. I seriously doubt so. Note and observe her perpetually vancant expression, a definite indicator of stupidity and retardedness. No more shopping sprees! No more parties! No more sex vidoes! IN YOUR FACE, Paris.

(Those people who started the petitions to get PH out of trouble should be brought to a psycharist immidiately.)

So long live the car crash hearts

Cry on the couch

All the poets come to life

(Can't) fix me (her) in 45

~Thriller by Fall Out Boy

Ambitious Intentions

I resolve to get this blog into Blogger's Blogs Of Note.

I swear.

Actually, hacking into the Blogger server and putting this blog there may be easier.

Whatever.

I know I haven't posted in a while. I still alive and kickin', okay?

Blahblahblahblahblahblahblah.

Yaddayaddaydaddyadyadyadydaydayadyaydayaydaydaydyadda.

Gawd, there's NOTHIN' to blog about. I dunno how the hell Rui Xu-

Wait. Oh yah, Scouts resumes. (DAMN!) And so does my rants. That's good. The rants, I mean.

Our new temporary English teacher ROCKS.

Actually, I'd prefer if she replaced Faizad... Dun tell anyone.

*Gasp!*

*Shao Xun, how COULD YOU?!*

Everywhere we go we've got some skeletons that follow

~Broken Hearts Parade by Good Charlotte