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Wednesday, October 20, 2004?
Yesterday was an emotional day for my sister.
Poor thing, 'know she.
Got her results and she was really bumped.

Today was mine.

Right now as I'm writing,
momma is saying,
"Are you girls hiding something from me?"
And my sister is going,
"How do you know?"

But not in that tone you're thinking!
Ah-ha!!

And momma is saying as a matter-of-factly,
"I heard you girls talking about marks."

And I'm going, "Ahhhhhh.."

Ahhhh.

Trust us to be talking so loudly about marks when momma is just next door.

Now she knows she's got us there
and she is demanding
that I should stop whatever I'm doing,
and start talking to her like a daughter should
to her mother.

To her annoying mother, more like.

So I AM TYPIGN THIS WIHOUT LOOKING.
AHHH. I'< pissing momma off.
Maybe i shoild really stop la.
I'll be right back!

Back.

Not that it makes a difference hahah.

Managed to convince momma
her ears were playing tricks on her hahha(:
I know, we're not supposed to lie and stuff.
But this is for momma's own good(:
Well.
In a way..

Oh.
My results(:

If you think I wasn't worried about my marks,
you're crazy.
Mr Yeo was Crazy with a capital c.
Because he reckoned we weren't worried.
We were!!!!
Especially when he claimed that we did pretty bad for English.

We didn't(:
Well.
At least I didn't ahha!
I did better than I thought I did.
And that's just marvellous.

The rest of the subjects can kiss my ass goodbye.
Meaning, I'm not going to give much of a damn.
Still giving a damn.
But not much.
Ahha.

--

Ryan damn cute lorhs!
Hahhahaha.
While we were checking our scripts,
Mr Goh popped by la.
And Ryan was like damn pissed lorhs!
She was like,
"Argh. Stupid face! Get lost!"
But then realized he was wearing pink.
"Oh. Pink. Auspicious. Stay longer."

--

Sriee reckoned this 1A2 guy, the monitor,
the one who we always bumped into,
the one you don't have a clue who ahhaha,
yeh she reckons he looks like Harry Potter.

Harry Potter my arse.

Potter is not cute.
But obviously Sriee thinks otherwise.
I'm not saying that guy is cute.
I'm saying Potter is not.
So we started arguing,
and she almost pushed me down the stairs
when we saw that guy once again.

So much for not trying to stare.

Now I'm definitely sure he doesn't look like Potter.

--

I adore Chengz. Alot(:
Sriee WORSHIPS him. Like Crazy.

You should see her when he walks by!
I did!
She was like,
she had her hands clasped under her chin,
and her eyes were all large and innocent
and so full of love.
In another words,
so unlike Sriee.

Ah.
Sakura suck-up to Chengz. Damnation.
She was complaining about the papers.
And Chengz went like, "You can't fail one.."
And she said, "I didn't. Because you're a very good Maths teacher."
And Chengz just beamed.

And we just melted.

When he was gone, we were arguing
like to whom he smiled at and all....
But I know they're all jealouse
because I was Chengz Maths rep.
HAH!

Chengz rocks my world.

--

Wahlaoo.
Mr Chan on mc.
Haha.
And Mrs Vijay sweetly drove over his house,
to get our Physics scripts.

Not that I was looking forward to it.

--

Ahha.
Carisa/Valencia mispronounced his name.
Ernest Sim.
LOL.
Imagine this;
Simmieeee!!

Right. Aherm.

--

Hans Bhans like damn fast lorhs!
I was in the bus and
he was just walking from the gate.
And I got home,
he was already online.

Hans, I am still greatly amused.

--

My sister told me her Literature was the best.
And she showed me her script.
A freaking 50.
And I was, "You want to diiiie is it!?"

50 is your best marks?!
What about the others seh!?

Turned out she missed out a question.
And considering that she could still passed,
she thought she did fine.

How funny the way she thinks(:

--

I'm hungry.
Bah.
?

Laterr..

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