Nope im not waving the white flag just yet. Im in no position to surrender anyway, i dont even have one. So here i am, working my amazing magical abilities to get this clip fixed right.
Cool i think i did. Hooray. 3 cheers 3 cheers!
Ahem.
The Number Machine
Well, here's what ive decided to do- Something crazy but not crazy, cool but not cool at the same time. Yup like those act cool bue cool people u see very commonly in mrts' nowadays. Those bengs with spiked n dyed hair, qith a few piercings here n there (even through their tongue omg), the bad-ass look and the big long strides. Oh slap yrself yj youre talking too much.
*loud slapping noise
Okay so here's what im going to do, now and perhaps for the next couple of posts- I know no one really cares about numbers and think that they are just 'that annoying thing from stupid maths class' but hey, believe it or not, each digit holds a certain memory or story to tell that exists somewhere in the thick head of ours, where we can reminisce upon whenever we like, whenever we want to. I'll start with number 1!
1. ~~Ive always dreamt of getting number one for the 100m races, but someone would always get in my way (hmph) and push me down the ranking. But i remember going home feeling happy that i played my part on one of the sports days (i think when i was p6) when red house trashed the other houses by like a 100m or so in the 4x100m relay. Oh yeah. Man it was totally awesome. Walking up the podium and feeling the weight of the gold medal around yr neck. And that one bestestest bestest best friend i had in p6 =)~~