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Saturday, September 08, 2007 6:23 pm

(today)x3 + 1 = 25

That is my birthday. So now that you have so unfortunately read that-Muahaha- I am expecting presents. I have already got 1 in advance from Zheng Hui and De Wei-since I have already said it then you two have to get me a present- and it happens to be a pair of earphones. My third pair this year.
I think my life is inverted the other way around. Of the late, I seem to be having this very childish streak within me. The last remotely childish thing that I had done was believing that the Tooth Fairy actually existed. I asked Dad why the Fairy would give penny for each tooth and he said he had no blinking idea. I asked Mum and she asked me to go ask the Fairy myself. I have such helpful parents. Frankly, I have no idea. And for that matter, the Fairy hasn't quite yet given me that penny yet and I have no idea where the tooth had gone to now. Maybe the Fairy did come and did not pay. How dishonest. But what good will the tooth do? Maybe she had sold it to some dairy milk company for a dollar each. Teeth are excellent sources of proteins you know. So perhaps that is why pasteurized milk seem to have such astounding levels of calcium.

I had been hoping to receive presents from my teachers too. It basically encompasses all of them.
I have nothing to comment on English or Chinese since, well, the composition itself is subjective. You either like my writing style or you just feel like burning it. But if you do burn it, don't let me know who you are or I will be throwing my milk tooth at you.
For Physics I just want UMBRELLA to give me an A2. I had put in a reasonable amount of hard work and well, I still don't feel that confident enough. So, UMBRELLA, if you are reading this, you know what to do. =)
For Math...Er. Give me A1.
For Biology, mark my script as how you would mark Elmo's. If that is the case, then I will be jolly happy. I would even sing Elmo's song for you.
For Humanities. Ah. Forget it.
For Chemistry. I think I stand a better chance of dancing with those cannibalistic tribal folk in the Amazon than hoping for an A1 for this nut. No point hoping a present from her.

Before I end, I just feel it necessary to ask this question which I heard over the radio the other day.
Between you and your lover, who would you choose to die first?


Now I have left 3 spaces to tell my answer so don't copy mine.
Personally, I hope my lover to die first. It might sound easy now cause I am unfortunately single and have yet to taste love that is reciprocated, but even if that should miraculously happen one day, I would still want my lover to die first. PS: This is not a good thing to tell her on your first day.
Now for my reasoning. Because the living suffers more than the dead. If she were to die first, she would be spared of the heart-ache and mourning that the living has to go through. Think of it this way. If you are already so sadden and depressed at not scoring that A1 for that subject that you slogged your heart for, what kind of impact would you feel if your loved one died? Miserable. beyond words. So, yeah, I hope my lover will die first.
Anyway, that's food for thought. Now off to eat some real food.

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.