Marshmallow-stories???

I only have exactly 5 days of schooldays left. However, my Chemistry teacher is insance. She tried to teach us organic chemistry in 2 days and give us a test on the third day.  (excuse me? )

I’m not totally into study mood. Instead of studying some formulars, I watched TV for awhile but ended up watching for 2 hours (or more than 2 ahet ). Gossipe Girl was awesome. (Did you see Georgia’s hair???omg..i love her hair;long, curley, shiny). While I was so obsseed with fashion, a thought poped up in my head.

Why girls have to either smart or pretty? Why can’t a girl be both?? Many girls who are considered as intellectually genius aren’t pretty. Pretty girls that we know are not smart either. Why is that??

A girl with a brain is always respectable and admirable. But, it doesn’t mean you have to dress in such a dull way to make you look like a nerd (even if you are!) . You don’t have to wear a lot of makeup or buy every pieces of fashion to be pretty. I mean …Just be you. Just try to look nice (not to look worse!), so that you can be both smart and pretty. 

I don’t know about you but being a genius inside you and outside can be powerful ,and of course lovely!

OMG…I haven’t blog so long here!! Well… I did blogging at some other places for awhile and I haven’t log in to friendster for ages. LOL:

It was so hot today so I was wearing this bright blue tanktop. Well, guess what happened. They freezed the classrooms like we were little fruit,meats and vegetable from refrigerator. (Booo!) Yup, I was freez to death and even my teeth were vibrating.

So…here I was. Sitting with some girls in Main Common and doing some assignments. While I was so into not dying from freezing, a guy with a stranger face suddenly sat beside me. Of course..I didn’t look up since I was obsessive type that I never pay attention to a lot of people.

“Hey..”

The voice stirred me and I turned to look. He was smiling in a friendly way and continued, ” Do I know you before?? I feel like I knew you.” I blanked.

“ummm…” I tried to think. Searching for a face like him in my old memory but I found none.

“ummmm….” My another I-don’t-know-what-to-say.

I smiled sweetly as much as I can and asked him, ” Are you from “-” middle school ??” Because of my question, he shrugged but still looking me with I-am-so-happy-to-see-my-long-lost-friend eyes.

“No. But, you look so familiar!!” He said and left.

Werid but I didn’t have time to ask him who did he think I was. sighed……………………………………………….. sighed…………………………………………………………………. sighed…………………………………………………………….