do not ever ask who the hell is in the class decor commitee because our class, 4E4, is a hopeless class with a hopeless teacher (actually, he's cool. we just don't bother). and as a whole we do not give a damn about class commitee and stuff ok? we do not know how we are going to paint the class, the theme for our noticeboard or whatever shit that we are supposed to do for the class decor thang that is supposed to complete in 3 weeks time. maybe we'll all paste the same white coloured mahjong paper and draw whatever we want to on that thang.
AAAAAAANYWAYSSSSS, a maths test wasn't really a disaster. i managed to get the answers for all of the questions. except that the first question which mr yeo practically did half on the board, so yeah.. e-maths was the major disaster. well, serves me right to just pay attention to a maths and not give two shits for emath. p.e. was the major radical thang ever. k, picture this: 36 students(cos 2 volunteered to take the height and weight thang for us and 2 are absent) leaning on the wall, thighs parallel to the ground. for how long? until 16 girls(2 volunteered and 2 absent) are done taking their height and weight. then the guys were forced to their push-up positions and the girls were to continue with that "thighs parallel to the ground" position. ouch ouch ouch. major ouch. BUT the thang made us hurry whilst taking our height and weight and broke the usual time record. so the whole class to their height and weight in only ten minutes. impressive. and what wasn't impressive was the usual jogging route that we are gonna jog for the rest of the p.e. lessons for the year. from the parade square, ten push-ups, get up, climb the stairs to the top floor, run along the corridor leading to the dnt block, but do not go to the dnt block, then go down the flight of stairs and run around(knees must touch the ground for guys) the netball court, do ten push-ups and do another 2 rounds of the route. bleah. and it would gradually increase(the number of rounds). i can practiacally die.
note to self: jiale owes me $3 cos he paid $2 today for the s.p.o
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k. blogspot's back to normal and i can view ppl's blogs already. yeayness. so anyway, check cramped for school details and such. well, things between mich and me? -silent treatment-. saw her over at ang mo kio the other time with jeremy and at least i managed a smile. but she? gave me the cold stare and pulled jeremy away from me when he wanted to say hi. well, i made the first step, its up to her to make the second one. so i'd probably hate the fact that i cannot drop literature. but i absolutely love the fact that i'm qualified to take business. yeah, but haven't made up my mind yet whether to settle for that or mass communication. see. the other dream is to be a journalist/writer. just like my dad.only that i'd probably write in english instead of malay cos my malay is -undescribable-. john gave me a whole new site on romantic midis.. heh. and we were like online singing and dancing. sweet. heehee. i hope his dad gets well soon..
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