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Sunday, October 15, 2006


JOLIE QUIPS:

i just had to blog today cos i know that after tonight(gasp!), i'll be hiding in my well-scrubbed turtle shell, occasionally extending my green wrinkled neck to take peeks at the welcoming railings.
why do we have soo many subjects on monday??


alright enough of that, i wanna talk bout our lovely classmate -smiles-, mark.

just a few weeks pre-promos, mark was absent from school and being the caring classmates (who were truly concerned bout her academic well-being) that we were, we compiled a list of homework, tutorials &lectures that she missed.

we couldn't resist and added "when you were gone, we saboh-ed you as the Class' Courtesy Ambassador".
she believed. LOL, we really didn't expect her to.
how guillible! (sounds familiar eh pea?)
the rest of us exchanged cunning smiles. (:


of course, she retaliated and went on bout how she was probably the least-courteous person ever and that her conversations are always littered with vulgarities.

we did nothing to help but terrorised her with thoughts of going up stage to have show-and-tell sessions on the number of times she had helped the blind man cross the road.

but after casually mentioning how it would portray her as a Wholesome Person when reflected on her testimonial, she was convinced. :D


FIRST! we made her do an essay on Why I Should Win The Award bwhahah. (you'll see later).

after that, on a certain wednesday we told her, "hey, mr seet wants to see you later during pe about the courtesy ambassador thing.. maybe your essay's shortlisted!"

expectedly, this was met with her usual )#;@#(@#*^#(*&@#(*&@#)#&#.


later during pe after much nudging and "GO!!!"s, mark went forward.
MARK: errr, mr seet. you wanted to see me?
MR SEET: see you? for what?
MARK: err, the courtesy ambassador thing.

haha you should've seen his terribly confused look, the rest of us were in stitches already.

after explaining to mr seet about the situation he laughed and announced to the class "hey! we have a Courtesy Ambassador here!" and insisted that she said "thank you" after he instructed us to run 4 rounds. lol!

just in case, up to this point you're still clueless,
MARK YOU'VE BEEN TRICKED LAH. (:


here's the award-winning, heart-wrenching tear-jerker she submitted:

Samantha Mark 06S32

Being voted for this courtesy award is by no means an easy feat. Growing up to be refined and well-behaved, I must say it is as difficult as trying to abide by the commandments of the Bible. It takes not just one day or one week to learn how to say “Good morning” to teachers and parents or put up a smile and say “Hello” even to strangers, all dutifully, but constant effort to try the best to be polite to just about everyone in the world. There are times when I feel that being well-mannered to people I dislike, but have superior ranking than me, is really hypocritical. It really compresses my feeling but like what my mother often says, “They are your elders. You have to respect them”. Eventually, this became a natural habit that cannot die easily. For what I am today, all I have got to say is just two words – strict upbringing.




LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!
mark, you know you almost made us die laughing from reading this. sureeee man.


since this is an entry solely dedicated to mark, check out these pictures (i'm feeling eeeevil).

WHICH IS THE REAL MARK?







to randall's friend, really sorry we took your picture without your consent. :S


haha mark, you know we still love you rightt? :D:D:D

NUTS never stand alone,
we come in a packet
{/10:32 PM}