The Ripped Soul

Maths class in the afternoon was a killer. From algebraic questions that seemed shit-easy, she made it sound awfully complex that I gave up doing the questions when I reached number 4. YES, ALL I DID WAS 4 QUESTIONS. Quite pathetic, don't you think? Hah. But on a better note, I'm scoring in English. Only kid out of the level who got a B. Everyone else failed. Or merely passed. Heh. But I still want that fucking A. I'll never settle for anything less than that for EL.

Okay, seriously now, I doubt I can blog.. unless its on a weekend. Cos now, besides school, another activity is added. GYM. Apparently, we're all planning to lose weight and look as slim as those Hollywood Celebs by the end of O's. So hurray, now everyday after school at 5pm, we'll be going to some nearby gym to work out for 2 hours straight before going home. NO FOOD BEFORE SLEEPING AS WELL.

AND I'M AGREEING TO GO COS SOMEONE CALLED ME FAT TODAY. Am I fat? :[

I mean, I'm really not THAT bad right.. my defn of FAT is like those huge sized people who sit in wheelchairs and move around via a touch of the remote control. Other than that, maybe its the bones? Or muscle? Hmm..

Can't wait for the next few months to be over. Then it'll be the real deal. Then a horrible death or a peaceful one. Then results. Hah. And y'know what? My 2 buddies in school want me to have a whole makeover done by Christmas. Meaning the hair, the bod, the wardrobe.. all that. Damn. I feel like a star. The need for personal trainers, hair stylists, fashion stylists.. what the hell. Haha. But I need help in that area. Seriously. Well, any takers?