Wednesday, November 23, 2005
3/7ers... tsk
Oh my gosh, i've been reading my senior's blog archives and she's in 3/7 this year and i wanted to cry! What chimology! And i read an essay which she put up about making it neccessary for women to join NS which made me want to cry even more. And somehow i don't think that's the standard for 3/7, i think it's the standard for ALL SEC THREES. I want my mommy! Hoho. ohohoh, and what made it worse was that she wrote it when she was in sec two. ELP..
Hokay, so Mr Gloss is coming in tomorrow, we're all going to die, let us rejoice. Haha, people are already making up names for him, like "Mr Gloss, the man who sells lip gloss". Ha, that's cute.
Mr De is seeeeeeeeeriously getting on my nerves, he's been making noise cus i've been missing a few band practices for drama, IN FRONT OF THE BAND. spoiled my whole day, and i've been showing really sucky attitude towards people. and believe me, when i say sucky, i mean suckayy. just ask one of my poor sad victims, Chrystal. sorry 'bout that.
Oh, choir is leaving for prague sometime soon, 10.30 if i'm not wrong. wish them luck! which reminds me, MRS LOH SUCKS. like, come on! concert band is putting so much effort into organising a concert at VCH and trying to publicise it and blah, to get money to go to where? HAWAII!!! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO GENTING FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE.
GENTING!!! all our effort would go down the drain, and there she goes along, tralala-ing and inviting guitar, angklung and the primary school band to perform too (no offense though). what is her problem!? gee, to save on costs, why not we just throw in chinese orchestra, indian dance and you know what? the art club too!!! WOW!! and we're doing all this just to go somewhere nice, and she wants to send us to genting!?! okok, well, she gave us a choice of genting, australia or hong kong. like WTH??? must'll send us to china right! i reeeeaaaally don't want to go some place shitty. i hate mrs loh. *grits teeth*
till then! goodbye darlings! =)
GONE SHOPPING, 11/23/2005 10:15:00 pm