Spicy pizza.

SPICY PIZZA.

Two words: SIMS 3. Sims 333333. I crashed went to Chai's house with Jong-jong, Char and Kelvin yesterday. And we played Sims 3 because Chai's the kind of evil person who illegally downloads leaked computer games. Not that I mind because I'm obviously going to steal it from him.

SIMS 333333. Excuse me, I'm still on a bit of a high. Kelvin made a gay, dirty old man, pedophile Sim called Gaylord Fokker. Seriously. It was epic. And slightly disturbing. But mostly epic. With a lot of swear words. Kinda like Tenacious D. Man, that was some crazy stuff.

Char, my butt is totally bigger than yours and you know it. I'm so gonna get you back for making me sit in a weird position squashed between you and Kelvin the entire time. God, that was so wrong on so many levels. And for making me fall off the chair multiple times. Grrr.

Because we're such kind souls, I we made Kelvin eat all the spicy pizza. I took the last pepperoni one. I ate half a slice in the time it took Kelvin to eat two. It's like guys inhale their food or something. But you shoulda seen him guzzle the ginger beer afterwards. It gives you gas.

Chai's house has a pink wall. A PINK wall. I want a pink wall ♥. And his awesome Shit Happens poster. I love that poster. It has the power to make me piss myself laughing every time I see it. Strangle Baby Bugs Bunny! Boom boom pow! And Powerthirst! 400 babies! As fast as Kenyans!





Okay, enough. Control yourself, Stella.

So, we were reading old copies of Media Pertama newspaper in Malay class ('cause Cikgu Chong likes wasting periods. Again, not that I mind.) and I instinctly flipped to the Sports section of mine. And there was a huge half-page colour photo of Hamilton's car with some stupid caption. I almost had an aneurysm. Then I grabbed Char's paper... and it had a huge photo of Button's car. Minor heart attack. Then I took Jong Yi's paper... and finally, finally! A photo of Kimi's car. Sinks happily back into chair with smile on face. I don't remember the captions though. My Malay sucks. Polis Filipina tidak tahu tembak dengan betul?

My English marks were pretty damn awesome. Although not as awesome as some people, for the first time in a long time. But then I forgot to get the parent's signature for them and Mrs Manik said she's gonna minus my marks and blah, and well, you know what? Just can it.



Paper 1. 42/60.


Paper 2. 43/50
POA suckeddd. 17/30. And that's only for multiple choice. I can't even choose the right answer correctly! And eenie-meenie-mynie-moe worked for Alden. Oh, just shoot me.



I have so much undone corrections when what I really want to do is finish The Undomestic Goddess so I can start reading Queen of Babble Gets Hitched and watch Titanic. And go to the buffet at Capers so I can stuff my face watch Jesnie and Darryl stuff their faces.





Thank you Molly and Char.
I should really finish my white with pink stripes pedicure.


P/S: "You are so fuckus on the ball..." - French Roland Garros commentator.