No computer, I don't want to know "Who is John Revolta?", nor do I want to know "Why is this man dressed like this?". Computer, I don't care about a fat hobo sitting topless at the beach sipping his coconut strawberry delights. Stop popping out of nowhere showing me pictures of a buff pedophile.

Right, I'm in an akward postion right now *cough*, I mean my right leg is severely cramped and I have to type about a metre away from the screen. Ouch... ouch! Feck those pins and needles.
Okay, situation not as critical as before. Lets continue.

So, I seem to love Thursdays a lot these days, although after recess are 5 full periods of sleeping classes. Why, because there's physical education. (PE), or as I'd like to call, Play!eee! Right that was lame, well aware of that.

Since this year, whichever sport I played or whichever team I played for, I lost. My game ratio is at 0 : 4. Really disappointing. Three of those games were netball. One of which happened today, which I have no much clue as to how my team lost. We scored twice in the first half, it was 2:1. We were cruising and dominating the game. And suddenly in the second, they just came blasting at us. Xiang Chou caught virtually every single pass we made. In the end, we conceded 4 in the second half. Arrogance? Maybe. Call me jinx but I ran like a bull seeing a carpet.

Speaking of which, the common misconception of bulls hating the colour red is totally busted. Why, because I, watch the Mythbusters. *bam*

Anyway, thouroughly enjoyed Play!eee! very much, except for the fact my team keeps losing :(

Dammit, its only two more days to the conference, I feel so nervous. Afraid I'd screw up or that my shyness just plays in. Hopes there will be someone who approaches me instead of me doing so. *fingers crossed*

I'd be wearing a blazer, white shirt, bluey purplish striped tie and long black pants, ladies.

One topic that I want to mention is internet viruses. They're just so damn stupid. Its really obvious to spot one and I don't even know how one can fall for it. So here are the things to take note, although really obvious.

1)They always go "Omg! Bleah bleah..", they don't sound like your friend.
2)There will always be a link.
3)Certain times there would be references to the obscene topic, of which we're 13. So I don't think someone would offer themselves to get naked in front of their webcam. Not to mention guys. That's just... ugh.
4)They always send messages during "Offline".
5)They type everything in one message. They don't press enter and then type again. They just type it all at once.

So, why is it so difficult to avoid such shit?

I really don't understand why SSRP's can be so different. Sometimes everyone is quiet and all I do is just sit there with my earpieces and listen to emo songs with Haolun while doing homework. And certain times its just like a zoo. Monkey's screaming, (benedict's pencil case), people playing the finger number guess game. And when lessons end, I think, thank goodness im out of this shithole.

Off to cut my nails, bye,
-Renald