harry potter has bad breath. i suffered the entire time sitting next to him.
funny tkss guy's nose doesn't make too much noise anymore.
mr siow's very keen on getting a new job.

for the past few months i owe mr siow a big apology for getting his surname wrong. but it doesn't matter anyway since he won't know(:
during monday's tuition i hope he goes to the toilet and mrs siow goes out of the room too.
it'll be so awkward if i suddenly went like:
hey you. happy belated birthday, and here's your present.
mr siow would never let me off. sigh. should i poison his coke? haha.

i suddenly remember that those obnoxious juniors called me a boy yesterday during dance.
we were talking about pas de deux, which are the parts where there's a guy and a girl and they perform a duet with lifts and etcetcetc.
pronounced: pah-der-der.
and i went: aiya. you all talk so much also cannot do right. we don't have boys here.
kimbo: got! you la! you can carry us.
... and it's just cause i've got the shortest hair and i'm one of the tallest? hurhurhur man.
and after that, they (including ms chiam) started calling me a boy.
i think natasha was the worst.
she said: boy with boobs.
we couldn't stop laughing after that.

shucks.

kay fine. if i'm a guy, it's not cause i have a boyish face, it's cause i'm not well-endowed.
i'm flat.
there.
i think alot of guys have bigger moobs la. although it gets a little disturbing when it's really big. like they need a bra more than me. okay. gross.

i wanna watch The Leap Years really badly. anyone game? :D

it sucks to be like a tree trunk.
not skinny, figure-less and flat. haha.
and with brown skin and a green uniform, i must really resemble a tree.