sorry ppl. haven;t been bloging cos blogger's screwed up.. haha.
neways, sun had pesta sukan. gosh, i did horribly. it was rrly badd.. played in the first game. dropped lotsa balls and couldn't get free.. the coach was like screaming at me. wthh. sho fiece can.. oh and i forget to add, i anyhow throw hte ball summore, didn;t check. arghh.. he gave mi a chance on court den he took mi out the next game.
damnn it.
den ms chng came to mi and said, don't perform ah, den u're out. den she gave mi that u're-out-look. so mean. made mi feel worse.. she don't have to rub it in rite., i know how badd i did.

thks j0sh.. ur poem rrly cheered me up;

The wind's not always at our back
the sky is not always blue.
Sometimes we crave the things we lack
and don't know what to do.
Sometimes life's an uphill ride
with mountains we must climb.
At times the river's deep and wide
and crossing takes some time.
No one said that life is easy
there are no guarantees.
So trust the Lord continually
on calm or stormy seas.
The challenges we face today
prepares us for tomorrow.
For faith takes our fears away
and peace replaces sorrow.


ytd, celebrated teachers'dae.. the performance was dead b0ring. honestly.it was rrly sian..\ couldn't see my class ppl dance cos had to go out take candle for something.
aniwaez, the nite b4, i made ms chng and mr tan kl a paper weight thingy.
painted it pink for ms chng and black for mr tan. hehe. it looks rrly nice.. she bu de gei. haha. mom helped mi find the rocks. sho nice rites.. lols.
couldn't find a torch, so we used a candle to find the stones. pathetic huhs.. damn funnie. that nite, the newspaper lady came to collect money. den she asked us to give her our pandan leaves. maddness.. wen she went up to collect money from other ppl,. she asked the upstairs neighbour for some stamps. wthh..