Happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to kukumalu,
happy birthday to me!

I AM IN THE SINGAPORE'S VOLLEYBALL TEAM! :D Afterall, I am the prollest right? Hor, Rebecca?

My day started out pretty dramatic. I didn't know there was Chemistry lesson until I saw my handphone with Deb's message on it,

" Are you coming for chem lesson? "

Then I went bonkers. I sat on the chair and wanted to cry (even though I didn't), my mummy was somewhere in England (okay fine, maybe marine parade) and nobody's home. Then I decided to start moving my butt and grabbing whatever chemistry stuff. Aaaaand, I've wasted $3.50 on the taxi fee.

Good game, nobody told me where's the chemistry lesson. I went all the way to Chem Lab One to find out there wasn't anybody. So I tried the classroom. Excellent game, nobody! I keep walking back and forth hoping that it was my eyes that were playing tricks on me. And then I went to the third level, circling quite a few times because I forgot that I actually went one round already. When you panic, nothing seems logical. The worse part while finding my class was that I could hear Mrs Chua's voice.

At first, I thought I was making it all up because it was impossible to stand outside your classroom and hear your teacher's voice right? Then I realised that I couldn't be making it up because Mrs Chua made sense like how some acidic stuff which I know I could not be as smart to think of such things.

Then I finally found the classroom at level one because I decided to try to find at the first level. I wanted to creep into the class like a small mouse but the back door was closed and the only way I could get in was by the front door. And I couldn't get in without her noticing unless I was transparent. But she didn't scold me, I just told her that I couldn't find her despite hearing her voice. Obviously I didn't add the part, it was damn scary lor.

And I got pretty demoralised in the lesson because Mrs Chua gave us this mok test paper and I didn't know how to answer the questions. Gah. I haven't studied Geography yet and all of you should give me a pat on the back.

If I want to be honest, I don't like birthdays at all. Maybe it's because sometimes you have to act all merry about it but actually you don't really care. Sometimes it's the question which I hate most.

What do you want for your birthday?

It's a stupid question with no politically correct answer and thus, I do not know how to answer. How do I know your budget, dummy? And if I asked that it's pretty rude. And if you did ask for something then you would sound so thick skin, not as if I care about embarrasement, but it's just not nice and your mummy have always taught you that.

I shouldn't be saying this, really. Afterall, it's my birthday today. So I should think all happy thoughts about birthdays. I like birthdays because I get to eat nice food. And food makes people happy. I don't care if there's one million fats there, I wanna eat. Birthdays are nice because people do wish you happy birthday to remind you that you're actually not non-existant.

And I do have a new mp3 for my birthday. Not complaining. I would give my iPod to my sis or aunt. I can hear Heidi whining (:

I've changed my blogskin too! And the tagboard looks so puny and squashed but it's okay. I like small and puny tagboards. It's cute.

I should go and sleep or study geography. Geography geography, I love you notnotnot !