Number One

Im sorry for neglecting this blog, but be glad coz Im back!

Anyways, number one. It feels good to be number one. Everyone wants to be. And that's why Paris Hilton so kicked Lindsay Lohan's ass, at least I think so. Or maybe that's what's life is all about, being number one. Imagine being number one in school, number one in your hometown or even number one on top of the album charts or number one movie...As I was about to say, anyone would kill just to be number one. Maybe, that's why Im being challenged at times, but believe me, I am only number one in my world. *smile* But being number one on the failures' list? Or in mycase, being number one on a graded return demonstration (sort of, graded recitation, only you have to demonstrate something!, out of 40 (minus one, 39) students? How unlucky could I be? I mean, how lucky could I be? I am so lucky in terms of:

a) The teacher kept on asking me a lot of questions;

b) And I don't know what to do during the demo or what to answer.

I am so dead, wasn't I? *laughs*

I got a low grade, I only got 83 and I was the second-to-the-last-lowest.

Isn't it ironic, for a person who was lucky, lucky number one?
Eat your hearts out!


PS:

I am not going to use you know you love me, coz Gossip Girl is using it too. I love that book, I love that show, I love Chace Crawford and most importantly, I love GG. I have to think of something. Help.

I just love bitchin' out

♥ MiKa ♥