My day started when i reached school, with a bloody sleepy moody mood... but i was trying to be patient.. i dunno for what reason i was moody.. probably cause i didnt get enough sleep.. >.<>
then later, we had sivic.. laughed A BIT.. cause compare to other classes.. this class, i did my own work.. didnt really listen to the teacher.. then during Maths, it was SO OBVIOUS i was procrastinating.. and my stomach hurts like shit again.. and teacher was using the the.. the.. projector to teach.. so, she switched off the lights.. and in the end, all i did was laying my head on yuenping's lap..
During Bio, its the shittiest time of my life.. cause.. my level of being patient dropped like hell.. and everyone was like so moody.. a little bit then scold each other.. especially me.. Ng Tien Soong was seriously pissing me off.. talking nonsense.. then ask me want to fight or not.. bla bla bla.. i look straight into his eyes and say,"you better shut up before i slap you, i tell you.." i was seriously damn stressed up.. and so damn moody.. its like, if i tell you something, i expect you to understand it in 5 seconds, and after 5 seconds you dont understand, i will box you till you understand..
you have NO idea how moody was i.. i mean, of course you do.. i mean, ppl who are in the same school, everyone keep asking who pissed me off.. or what happened.. well, should i be proud to say that no one and nothing pissed me off..
then our ex BM teacher was so kind to come in and teach us what the new teacher left out.. she is like, so cool.. that stupid BM teacher pulak scolded her for not telling her earlier and bla bla bla.. and its coming out for exams.. then my ex BM teacher say, then you better go teach now.. and the current BM teacher say cannot.. cause she got class.. ended up, my ex BM teacher came in to our class and teach us EVENTHOUGH SHE HAS A CLASS TOO.. she's the best man..
moral, teacher was talking how to do the essays and stuff.. oh, and 4 Beta students, in case you dunno.. 1 essay, 3 structure questions, 12 nilai.. and 12 KATA KUNCI.. not 36 KATA KUNCI, puiyi.. alpha students told me.. cause their teacher set the questions..
then after school, keanloong waited for me.. then go to sickbay.. he was like.. walking walking walking.. then he asked,"what happen to him??"
sandra: huh?
keanloong: what happen to him?
sandra: what happen to him??
keanloong: yala.. what happen to him??
sandra: what do you mean what happen to him?!!?!?!?!
keanloong: what larh!
sandra: what you talking about?? nothing??
keanloong: okok.. then what happen to you?
sandra: what happen to me??
keanloong: why you like this wan??
sandra: like what?
keanloong: like that la.. why so moody..?
sandra: nothing.. just exams..
keanloong: HAIYORHHH!! its JUST penilaian larh!!
sandra: what do you mean JUST??
keanloong: no one study also larhh.. i think i also gonna fail all..
sandra: *looks at him*
keanloong: except, i think i can get A1 for maths.. and add maths.. and then i think i wont fail bio, moral, sejarah, sivic, Bm, and Bi.. and he listed all the subjects =.="
sandra: i know you DAMN smart..
keanloong: you better not fail add maths.. or you dont call me gor..
sandra: *sigh* *inside me saying "u said that for PMR too.."*
and in the sickbay.. i was studying while waiting for the meeting to start.. and i looked like a dead.. dead.. dead.. corpse.. corpse is already dead. bbutt. its DEAD CORPSE.. so yeah.. karman was like, "are you okay arh??" and all of them were like reading breaking dawn and stuff.. i was like, wtheck?! no need to study wan arh?! then they were like, haiyorhhh.. penilaian only ma.. i was like, =.="
and i kept asking all of them, "why do i always look like this on Fridays??" T.T and they laughed.. =.=" not funny for me.. i didnt even laugh much today.. all i remembered was, i had a poker face the whole day.. and i read literature.. in the girl's changing room which was just beside the girls' toilet while waiting for Low in the toilet.. it was quite stupid.. cause we were on our way to the toilet, and when we pass each classes, then we invite ppl to go to toilet.. hahahahahXD
it was stupid though.. and when they came out from the toilet they were like, "OHMYGOD.. sandra.. what are you doing?? why you read there??"
okay.. stupid.. i just sms-ed the wrong person.. T.T so damn embarassing.. i was suppose to sms xinwei.. "eh! i was just outside ur house.." then she replied, "really?! omggg..."
sandra: i saw ur dad..
suppose to be xinwei: er,, you sure? he hasnt come back yet. u sure its the right house?
sandra: oh.. THINK its your dad. i think it is.. 92/94, jalan midah barat right??
suppose to be xinwei: you sure you sms the correct person arh??
sandra: errr.. no.. who are you??
suppose to be xinwei: i'm your DADDY LARH!
sandra: shit.. xinyi.. wtf.. i cant help but to say wtf.. its the first time i'm saying it though..
xinyi: haha! you so damn cute larh! muaxhh!
>.< gosh.. so embarrassing.. i save the wrong number.. later, only i sms xinwei.. then she was like, who are you?? wtheckkk...
not the first time i sms the wrong person.. cause, yesterday someone message me.. are you going to xinwei's house? i was like, yeapp most probably.. then i see the contact is Michelle Cheong.. i was like, how the heck Michelle know about it?? she lives in Taman Midah.. most probably xinwei invited taman midah ppl.. so i said, whoah.. she inviting the whole taman midah issit?! then Michelle replied.. not jordan.. hahaXD hope you can come!
wonders.. how she even know JORDAN!
then, today, in class..
sandra: Michelle! how you know Jordan arh?
michelle: which jordan? what jordan?
sandra: nehh.. yesterday you sms me wan arr...
michelle: since when i sms you??
*thinks.. look at her.. Thinks again*
sandra: OH SHIT! its not you..
its the form 5 Michelle.. blardyyy hellll..... . . .. . .
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enough for today,
i want to die already,
so many things to study..
feel like killing myself.
>.<
sorry for being bloody rude today.
I'm bloody stressed.
bloody love you.
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Friday, February 27, 2009
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