Wow everyone's birthday seems to be around these few days. Benedict Tay, Nina Mah, Christine Tay, Joel Jaryn.
No matter how many times I listen to it, Don't Trust Me (3OH!3) never gets old. Why?
I would say, "It is the force of 3OH!3.", but it doesn't work that way. Why doesn't it, you may ask. Well, little girl/boy/weirdo, it is because the Force already belongs to someone else. Before you annoyingly inquisitively ask who it belongs to, it belongs to Uncle Darth! Mr Darth Vader sir!

I'm not sure if I can handle Sec 3. O: I mean, look at me. I'm already so suppressed that I'm talking to imaginary children about NomNomRaptors as if I were a tour guide in a museum that just happens to have everything come alive at night because of some Ancient Egypt thing.
Okay that was real life, YouTube, and movies all rolled into one.
Weird.

I want to sleep. But I have so much undone homework! I'm supposed to finish it today so my Sunday is free! I can't leave my weekend homework till SATURDAY! It'll be late by then. Dammit why do I have to be so tired? ): (Must be because at 6.50 every morning PeiJie and Amelia burst into the door while PeiJie yells, "GOOD MORNING, DARLINGS!") And no, I am not being sarcastic about the whole Saturday thing. To me, (now) I believe that weekend homework has to be done on Friday and homework due three days later should be done the day it was given. Hey. It's the first few weeks of school. We've to embrace this short-lived freedom.

Study study study!
Nerdify for two years then you're FREEEEEEE (to go somewhere and fix my iPod. Two years after it got spoilt. Wow.)