you won't be seventeen forever

i don't like getting old. isn't it weird that humans use the term 'years old'? i don't know, but i think it makes us sound like some ancient jar or pot. or tree. cos they usually say, "this tree is a whoopin' 39487 years old!!" and you see fungus and poop growing on the tree. i think our fingernails are like the fungus and poop. i wonder why we're not decaying and stuff. because we shower? hmm..

gee, i AM odd.

i realise that i should start checking my SMS-es regularly. hazel k sent me this really cool birthday message at 6 something in the morn, and i replied it only at 4 something in the afternoon. it's late, and it bothers me, for some reason. i wonder if project runway is on today. i don't care if it's on at 4 at the morning but i really really need to get my dose of it. and maybe i'll drink a lot of coffee later. but then i would not feel well enough the next morning and the choir is going to st. andrew's sec. amira will go on about seeing guys and... stuff.

the band got a silver, so my birthday was kinda affected. since most of my friends i sit with were from band, they all gave me that kinda 'hey-gene-happy-birthday-but-it-just-kinda-suck-that-my-cca-got-a-suckish-silver-i-feel-sad-hope-you-have-a-nice-birthday' look.

hey, look, a silver isn't bad.

OHOHOH, THE CHOIR SANG ME A BIRTHDAY SONG. two, in fact. one of out of tune and the other was in tune. thank you :) and ms lee sent me a birthday sms, thank you.

i'm going to get myself a camera in a couple of weeks. i am dying for it, dying.

love you all more than i want pete wentz to marry PMS.

bye

p.s CHARMAINE, I LOVE YOUR GIFT. THANKS.

WE. NEED. SECTIONALS. ON. WEDNESDAY.
because wouldn't it be weird if you see this in my death certificate?:
cause of death: NAPFA