Ooh. I can finally say I'm proud of something I can do. Like remember what I was thinking three days ago in Maths class! Okay okay, you might say that remembereing not concentrating shouldn't be something to be proud off but heck, it's a staart! Now I know I can actually doo something that might, just miight provide a little entertainment to you (: Aah, making people happy just makes me ohsohappy. So you better smile, NOW.
I guess it all started when maths equations were sinking in about half an hour from the start. (2a+2b=77) I don't even know if that equation makes sense or is possible but it's just example so screw it. I then realised that my concentration sure is depleting. Seriously, I used to be able to get work done easy peasily back in form 1 and 2 but now, I can't seem to get my rump down a chair for a good half and hour. Hmm, Brian? Maybe it has to do with all the caffeine before huh? Or as I would better like to see it, maybe it's the lack of caffeine, NOW (:
I also realised that I don't like shopping in Malaysia. I don't know if the toomanytimes I've been to One Utama is starting to get to my brain but I heck, you can say I shudder when anyone suggests to go there now. Walking around is fun. But when you can't find anything? It starts getting depressing. Thank God I made a notsobad decision for oonce and decided to step in Forever 21. Aah, my restless soul was satisfied with all the colourful clothes there. But then again, if I chooose to be negative? The Forever 21' s in Singapore are soomuchnicer. So I'm sorry Malaysia for not supporting your economy. But shopping heaven for me? Lies in Singapore. Ohsobeautiful Singapore (:
On the more sentimental note, I played with the triplets one day last week. For those of you who don't know, Carolyn, Ashley and Ryan are the beeautiful triplets of my godmother, Aunty Julia (: and seeing them can make your hearly melt like snow on a plate of burning Bomb Alaska. I guess it really makes me wonder how it feels to have little children you know? Seeing Ryan's super tiny hands on mine, not even covering half of my palm, really got me to the point that I think God, should be crowned the worlds smartest artist. You sure make a heck load of wonderful from two tiny things joined from two different people. If you know what I mean (: Now now you, don't think naughty! Just on the extra note however, I'm planning to adopt kids when I grow up. I still have not defeated my eversopresent fear of labour pain. and also, I don't think my future husband( if I have one) will be too happy about me pulling his hair and screaming my lungs out at him, in the labour room. Heehee (:
Note: Boys reading this may want to skiip along to the next column. Or wait, I know you probably have that feminine side of you just longing to hear so? Baack to Forever 21, I told you I was there before? And that theclothers are colourful and you won't miss it due to the bright lighting and stupendously amaazing clothes right? (They should pay me for advertising. Or give me a 99% discount) Well I realised that
#1 Wearing green makes me look like a tree
#2 Wearing yellow makes me look really dark.
I guess I don't mind the tan look yellow gives but really, if I wear green? Buy me Christmas ornaments and stick them on my head and you could sell me as a Christmas tree in the month of December. Wait, if you want to save money? You don't need to buy the big star because I'll brush my teeth and smile for you so it'll glow, bright enough (:
After fantasising for a little while, my tuition teacher said to me "Understand Sarah?" And being the psychotic weirdo I just naturallyamborntobe? I shook my head and went "Err, I think so." What's wrong with me you ask? I have absolutely noo clue but just as she lifted her arms to write on the whiteboard again? I realised she has veery toned arms. Now now, she's probably in her late 70's. And then it clicked to me, that after alll her years of writting on whiteboards? I bet that's how she got her arms so toned. Hmm, maybe i'll become a teacher when i grow up. I not only will probably be smaart, but I'll have toned arms too (: Oor, I could just stick to swimming.
I also realised that with her big round glasses and messy tousled hair, she looks a little bit like the scarier version of Einstien. I remember when I was young, Joanne used to have a teacher she called 'The vampire teacher.' And for a while that got me a biit freaked out (: Heehee. She used to be in an investigation club with Joel Lee, Lauren and Christine. Hah! I suddenly remembered. I just suddenly realised I'm probably going to die if they read these posts too. Leave me roses on my grave please!
I concentrated for a while after the stare from my teacher and then, I got a back ache. Blame my bed for giving me a sore neck which makes the *crack* sound everytime I twist it. Urgh, I want a waterbed. The type that they fill with water and put fishes in. Wait, I might get paranoid that halfway through my sleep? It'll burst and I'll drown because a fish floats in my mouth, blocking my airway. I think I'll just stick to softer pillow, hmm ? (:
So yes, thankfully, class ended by then and I got out safely. Yes Joanne, my teacher didn't off all the lights and suck our bloood (: So there you have it. My thoughts in Maths class. See, Seee what happens when you leave me alone to think! and just to let you know in case you were wondering (: Apparently, my brain is serotonin depleted.Serotonin is the chemical that defeats stress hormones. The conclusion? I can get stressed veeery easily.