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Thursday, June 28, 2007 8:08 AM

Super foul-moood in th morning, maid wanted to wake me up and i shove her away. hah, was sooo pissed. but is i ask her wake me up one :/

Had lessons. First period Home-econs. Realised there's this very romantic staircase! Looked out of window thn saw it. oww, i imagined the You jump I jump scene): thn i asked jiaqiu accompany me. Tired to open that water tank dooor, but was locked. No langman for me.
Thn today had dramaa. This time not Mr Terence already.
He's nice lah. Now is Miss Jo, she keeps saying coooool in a very angmoh way. thn asked me what i've learnt in lastyear's drama programme. i said learnt how to project my voice but sbody else say already. thn nothing to say luh :I thn we played games! hahaa. Fun!

Thn had MOTHER TONGUE. Stupid trainee teacher, scolded me for her very first lesson lah. Basket. Cos i did'nt raised my hand whn she asked who didnt bring textbook. I never hear mah! Thn i heard wht she said lo, she said those never bring tmrw copy th textbook poems. sickening. Thn i sit beside zarchi mah. Thn when she noticed..

MISS TRAINEE : (asking zarchi) "why didn't you bring your book?"
Zarchi : This is my booook.
MISS TRAINEE : (Glaring at me) " why didn't YOU bring your book?"
Me : *DiamDiam* x:
MISS TRAINEE : .....(Dunno what th heck she talking._.)
Copy twice for every poem tmrw and let me see.
Me : *smiling to myself*
Siao. Crazy teacher, me and zarchi keep chitchat bout her until she mention me agn...
MISS TRAINEE : Girl without textbook, tell me what th author meant by...
ME : OH. The author feels sad and wish to get back to th past. (:
i'm blacklisted :/
i don't know what happen. everything just went wrong instantly.
you asked lydia why did she ask us along. why do you like suddenly detest us?
and. where's th tigger i knew right from th start? ):
i'm so sad. so, so. sad.

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