NOW look what you've done!?

:::Wednesday, July 28, 2004:::
Here we go now...today has been a frigging frusrating day, and I would have spontaneously combusted had it not been for all of you kind souls who are, or act as, my friends.

First Act:
Came to school on bus 72 with Jaswin...guddammit, she wanted me to FAIL my 2.4 KM run!!!!!

Second Act:
WOOT!!! Miss Ow Yeong didn't teach us again today!!!

Third Act:
Yeah! Storm <> rocks me of my tether!!!

Fourth Act:
Miss Yeo's lesson was fun, except for the overdone discussion as to whether her figures and diagrams were relevant and/or accurate. Blasted fool of a Xiang Jun, you! Made me get that paper and pass it to Anna, but Miss yeo exploded in front of my face. Blistering Barnacles!

Fifth Act.:
The ancient relic's lesson was rather intriguing, all that crap about *your-ma-shit-ah?* and *purse-evil*. Hilarious dialogue carried out by HZM and He who shall not be named for fear of smearing my blog with SNOT!!!

Sixth Act:
Walked to the block where we accessed the 28th story today. Our short walk was stuffed with nasty slapstick dirty jokes and comments. At the 28th floor, spat out the window with ananda...and felt the wind in our hair...head hair...what the hell were you sick bastards thinking???

Seventh act:
Went over to the stadium, waited for twenty minutes before the frigging flat-chested-PE-teacher came...I think she was attending breast flattening courses or something. Any flatter and they'll become concave. Waited till our class's turn to run. Ran like crazy, with people in the stands screaming my name...well...don't laugh...there were a HANDFUL of them. Had this cursed stitch, my knee started to act up, and my asthma attack started. Whoop-e-doo! Perfect....and i PASSED...by -1 second/s!!!! GODDAMMIT! 1 frigging second, and they can't alter it??? PFAH! Wait till this goes out to the press!!!

Eight act:
Took same MRT train cabin as ME, ZiJun, Elaine, Anna, EveLyn, Mastura and Azizi.
Got off at Woodlands and saw the shoes ZJ wanted to buy...nice piece of converse work.

Ninth act:
Got Home, ate, bathed, Fired up this piece of junk and started to rattle off all the above shit.

Happy? satisfied? I don't care...My life story, so go get your own...and I WANT SOME FLAMERS!!!

THe ENd

posted by Inexplicable Existance 7:06 PM

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