Ode to a hairband.

I got greeted on a parade square last friday by the most interesting salutation. It was not a poke from Zhangyue, it was not "have you done your math tutorial", it was not "waddya know a squirrel!" and it was not the ever so rare "hi". It was "ROFL HER MSN NICK DAMN FUNNY LOLZ". And that was 3 different people btw.

For those of your who get it, well, goody. For those of you who don't idc honestly, cos I didnt think it was that funny anyway. But since I am stuck in school in the morning with my computer, between this and talking to Nick Eng I'd prefer this.

Too bad Nick. So, I present, Ode to A Hairband.
(Credits to Fountains of Wayne)

Working all day for a mean little school
With a mad bunch of homework and a madder bunch of fools.
Its got me running round in circles like a dog around a track.
Oh wait that describes all the bridge guys even when they're not on crack.

School life's kinky but look what its doing to me.
Its going makes me faint when it keeps getting me down
But every time that happens I look in the mirror,
And the blinding light on my head just makes me come around.

Working all day in a sad little class
Picking on my teachers and sleeping through math
Its got me running round in circles like a squirrel on a wheel
I'm sure all the TSD people knows just how that feels.

School life's screwy and look what its doing to me.
It tries to screw me up, tries to wear me down.
But each day before school you look into the mirror
and you say heck I'm a PRINCESS and this hairband is my crown.

How did it come to be?
That TSD must eat,
into my sleeptime every dayeyayeyayey
Why must I spend my time,
screwing up my mind,
Until I start giving inanimate objects a serenade.

School life's is sad, thats why you have a hairband
To pick you up whenever life's a drag.
To comb all your hair back even when life's a mess
And so you can say to people next to you:
"no, thats not a night star your wishing upon, its my hairband!"

~ah well~ time to get to morning assembly. Ta.

HAHAHAHAHA. that is retarded. 


In other news, I just realised how manly Clarence can be. Wow, my partner never ceases to amuse me. Wonder why he suddenly turned so manly huh....;) 

Oh ho, this blog is not dead.

Yeah, I shall return to my life of posting on this thing. I can't think of people who care about what the hell happens to me but heck, enough people have come to bother me to make me think of posting something again. What dya know. 


Eitherway, I'm just waiting for Clarence to respond to my msn message. RAWR. 


~MY GUIDES ARE ENROLLED~ 
I know none of them read my blog because I didn't give them the URL. I think they all think I'm some mugger who lives in a hole in th RJ field, occasionally emerging to terrorize them. Which is very far from the truth. Especially the second half. O;) 


But, I must admit, I'm very proud of them and what they've been able to get. For all of you out there who think that IJ girls are bimbos, they aren't. They are capable...er...bimbos :D I don't gush much on my blog but maybe this time they deserve it. The Guiders think I worked some miracle to get the school to get PNA bronze, and now that the sec 1s are got enrolled, together, for the first time in dunno how many years. But honestly, what I did was just teach them to fill in a form for the former, then give the guides my hp number for the latter. Its funny how we are so close to success sometimes, without knowing it. But yeah, though none of them will read it, its all their work and I'm crazily proud of them, no matter how much they hate me. 


A lot of people ask my why I do guidey things. I guess that partially has to do with the fact that I don't look like a Guide, and partially to do with the fact that I dolled xw up while in uniform with a bunch of guys standing around with nothing better to comment on. Besides xw of course. But there's only that many times you can laugh at a guy with ribbons before he walks away from the whole plan. 


I guess now I can honestly say I do it because I love Guides. And I love what the movement does for girls and all the fun you have in it. I remember coming out of sec 4 I said I'd become a YA because I felt bad that 1000 bucks was spent on me to bring me to the Istana and I wanted to give some of it back. Who'd have known that sentiment would bring me all the way to the little unit of IJ(TP) from which I will be stepping down soon? 


I guess I will actually miss them. What dya know.