I never knew man... Not until I read Fish's post that I realized...
I dunno... but to me, I think I'm pretty quiet. With unfamiliar people anyway... But we DID study, Fish... fine, maybe not a lot... perhaps we did talk more than look at the text book... but its still studying! ...right?
Ah well...we'll be thrust back into co-ed environment in two years so let's enjoy these few moments without guys! And these few precious moments of not being dwarfed by members of the opposite sex... (why do they grow so much anyway huh?)
I'll bet guys are not scared of millipedes in their hair anymore...not that there is a ready supply of them at the moment (guys or creepy crawlies)... And I probably won't be able to drag a guy from the library by the collar anymore...Haizzz.
Dear school,
Wanna know something? YOU SUCK! Instead of wasting money on not-so-important stuff, you could get more important things like maybe, LOCKERS!!! What's the friggin deal, making us lug boxes of stuff home at the beginning of exams? And why can't you cut down on paper usage and save the trees and our poor aching arms? Maybe if you were getting lockers, more people would donate but NO!! You're just gonna waste it on things that YOU want, not what WE want.
Yours sincerely,
A pissed off student who longs to blow you up.
(I'm just mad ok?...fine, not just mad. Maybe extremelyfrustratedandtiredandbearingahugegrudgeagainstSTUPIDschoolauthorities only.)
I heard about it and I know you're feeling terrible. So this post is for you even though you don't blog. Don't pressurize yourself too much. What's done is done. You made your choice, you didn't regret it then, don't freaking start to regret it now. Have you any idea how worried your friends are for you? How hard they tried not to make you feel the way you're feeling now. So get a grip. The world hasn't ended because you left and they didn't get gold with honors. If you insist on blaming yourself, will you cease only when everyone blames you as well? Will you feel better, will the guilt lift? If it will, tell them. Tell them to blame you to make you feel better.
I'm terrible at comforting people. But I still hope you will understand.
I freaking give up already. You JUST HAD TO GET INTO A CAKE FIGHT! AND WITH YOUR JUNIORS! Where's your sense of responsibility as patrol second? And the WORST part was that I had to clear up after you. As if I wasn't pissed enough already.
On a lighter note however, The speech went without a hitch and was pretty smooth. All thanks to the CLs and the ACLs.
I nearly died laughing when I handed Atiqah her gift.
Me: Hey, Atiqah, I got you a vibrator as promised.
(Gift was vibrating)
Atiqah: OMIGOSH! You actually went and bought it? How did you buy it? Were you wearing your uniforms?
Me (grinning like an idiot): Just open it and see.
Atiqah (suspicious): I don't wanna open it...so disgusting...
Me: Open it lah...
Atiqah: (opens it carefully and slowly)
She sees the box and the words, 'Turtle massager' or something like that
We all start laughing.
After the whole thing, I attended my first ever COH. Then after she said the stuff bout role model, I didn't jay-walk for the first time in a loong time.
Talk about inspirational...
Today, Tas said that I cried during OBS. I really don't remember! What I do remember is that a lot of people cried on the third morning but I'm sure I didn't cried. Really sure! I remember a bee buzzing round someone's head. I also recall twisting my ankle and falling before the trek that day.
But I'm very sure I didn't cry. Or did I? My memory isn't reliable at all...
Anyway, today, a part of me kept saying, 'I don't wanna be patrol leader' And the responsible side of me went and kicked my lazy ass. Yeesh...the trials of having multiple personalities. Well, after the farewell meeting during recess, I was damn hungry. And through all the internal conflict between my various personalities as well as the constant reminders from my stomach, I went and sprained my leg. I WASN'T EVEN ON THE STAIRS! I was just walking briskly. Then I stopped. Then I put my weight on my left foot hesitantly. Then the sharp pain that followed confirmed it.
The extent of my clumsiness amazes me sonetimes...
Seriously man...the original cast recording sounds terrible. The Phantom's voice is too high, too thin and Christine sounds just like Carlotta so what is the friggin difference? I feel cheated of my money...well, my dad's anyway but still. Even he said that it sounded terrible. I felt that the cast that performed here recently and the cast of the movie were better. Anyway, this whole post is just my opinion so if you disagree, it ain't any of my business.
It is unbelievable. Absolutely impossible to comprehend. Although this post is a little late, who cares...Any way, the thing is this: My sister won a competition. That alone is practically out of this world. My usually unept, timid little sister won Best First Aid with her team. And when she came home that day, she was almost floating. Skipping around like a friggin Duracell bunny in her ridiculously large shirt that makes her look like she's not wearing pants and socks. Maybe I'm jealous...but then again, she might have won only because of her group members. Nah...I ain't that bad. I'm probably just jealous.
So after countless urges to udate my currently dead blog(may it rest in peace), I have decided to update but not the commonly known (and stone dead) one but this blog and lets see who can actually find this blog other than my dearest Tiky. Anyway, life has been pretty ordinary and boring except that a whole new class, new classmates, new subjects and maybe new mindsets. I am actually trying to show that responsible side of me that I never knew existed. And there has been proof that it exists which shocks the hell out of me. Enough bout that for now. Let's switch topic. I actually did fairly well for the first term! Which is another shocking revelation. Meaning I didn't get a whole bunch of Cs and only a couple of Bs and As. At times I feel like I'm in the middle of a whirlwind and things are moving swiftly beyond my comprehension. Other times, I feel like time just can't go any faster than an old snail crawling at a frustrating slowness. I think I'm gradually becoming normal but that's only me. Who knows, to the rest of the world, I maybe losing even more of my marbles. I like my new batch of juniors, they're kinda cute and I think they like me. Another strange happening. What a queer year 2007 is turning out to be.
26 April -HINTHINT-
Ixorian
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Full time slacker
Part time student
Also full time mood swinger
Head honcho and founder of MOSSP
Ministry Of Sexy Sick Perverts or,
Ministry Of Several Saintly People
A little crazy
Quite sadistic
Pretty perverted
Occasionally violent
Irresponsible
As mature as a four month old kid
Yaoi lover
Manga lover
Anime lover
Light haired bishounen lover
Sesshoumaru rawks
Byakuya is cool
My life is sad.
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