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Monday, August 07, 2006


Today! Haha, since no one else seems to want to talk about it, it's up to ME, the everfaithful CLASS BLOG REP.

First off, I woke up 10 minutes before I was supposed to be picked up by Chesty's amazing dad. So I rushed like hell, and engaged in a spot of jaywalking before entering the car. Turns out we were the first ones there. Tsk, tsk. This honour goes to, of course, ME, CHESTY, ZHIWEI, and MUGNUT.

Then, slowly, the others trickled in... and we all held court around Miss Lim, doing things like waving to people, forcing CT to go ask some guys what sport they played (I thought sync swimming, Mugnut/Zamir/one of the guys thought marbles haha), and of course, doing miniature whineywhineys in the airport. Around 6.50, we headed down to DELIFRANCE to get some chic food to fill our bellies... Zamir, who had walked Jean to the airport, even bought CARON some COFFEE. All together now, AWW. So playboy lah. Then later, we were like, eh Zamir, how come you never bring present for Miss Tong (who wasn't there!). And HE was like, I got me what. Tsk tsk...

Anyway, around 7, Chesty, CT and Randall walked off. We later called them and they said they were at the BUS STOP. WE were like, HUH? Wait to see her off lah... must honour the ritual of waving and all that... and she had said she's leaving at 7.20! Turns out MISS LIM encountered some problem at the baggage area... while we (okay, maybe just me) entertained ourselves by bullying Bird to push us on the trolleys, barking out WALKING IS FOR POOR PEOPLE. Haha. Then, finally, we realized we would be late for assembly when we finally saw Miss Lim to the place. We hugged her AGAIN, and then waved bye. And so eventually we decided to leave... and I realized there was only ONE person in the queue in front of Miss Lim. So we waited... in the end, we ran from the airport to the bus stop (oh, what a sight!) around 7.40. The stupid bus took AGES to come... and the bus ride was SO long...

Thank god our respective teachers didn't mind. Haha, Mr Sayers ROCKS YOUR SIZE 7 SOCKS. WEE!

Anyway, MISS CHUA was mad at us! During Bio, the tension was so palpable... she was so frosty! :( And then during double prac-converted-to-tutorial, I told CT, APOLOGIZE FIRST LAH. But she started the lesson... she was so angry! Then SOME PEOPLE never do tutorial some more... she came over to me and grabbed my paper suspiciously because she saw I wasn't writing the answer. Thank god I finished ALL my tutorial questions, well, at least the ones I thought I knew how to do. Even the extra worksheet okay! Haha, Siswand, ARE YOU READING THIS? BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID MUAHAHAHAHAHA! So she had no reason to scold me then... and she even said GOOD to one of my answers. Lol. So surprising.

Then we got scolded... let's see, what else. Oh yeah, Chem prac was like, 10 minutes long. So we decided to go dunk ZAMIR! (First, I terrorized some of the girls on the swings. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) After about one and a half hours of chasing (he's fast!), we finally dunked him happily. During that time, we dunked his tie, and Stella photowhored. (Okay, I know, Bird will be like OI SO VULGAR! but there are no other words to substitute okayyyy?)

Uhm, should I be saying this? Lol.

Oh yah... today I received an sms from someone whose number wasn't stored in my phone... then I smsed back and asked WHO THAT? And you know what this person replied...? "...hm ur secret lover la. if i told u den no omre secret rite? =p" The number is 9*** ****... I wonder who that is... ;)



prakz says:
ok u guys must see this ....someone is feeling very romantic lately after meeting our beloved CT.Looks like he's picking flowers for someone...hmm guess who....
and jolie just taught me how to post pics on the blog....i'm so evil muhahaha

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