Saturday, July 31, 2004

Ok. I’m supposed to be grounded off the com and the phone for 2 whole months, til the final year paper’s over. But to hell with it, its friesday today.

Thursday:
There was the “lights, action, camera, cut” course, and it sucked. Big time too. It wasn’t lyke how I expected it to be. It was b…o…r…i…n…g. and almost everyone was lyke complaining, and everyone regrets for joining the course. The instructors kinda suck too. They’re so unfriendly, to call themselves instructors when they’re suppose to interact with hyper-active pple lyke us. We have 3 genres of video taping to choose from: drama, documentary or advertisement. I’m in the same group with Lydia and the grace gang. A lil weird though. But they’re mostly hpt’s if I’m not wrong. Suppose we’re doing an advert, since Lydia wants to. Can you believe it? We actually pay lyke $30 to play ttb during the first lesson. Its quite fun. Was surfing for The Simple Life, previously. Love the entertainment that I get from both Nicole Ritchie and bimbo Paris.

Had ptc with miss chionh after the course. My mom was lyke so rude, so damn attitude sia. We were in the staff lounge and she jus sat there with that buay song face. Made me so worried, cos she looked as though she was gonna shout at me after we left the staff room. But thank God nothing great happened. No earthquake, no thunderstorm. Weather’s jus cloudy over the northern area.


Today:
Ponned miss tan’s class. Lyke balls, I jus hate remedials on friedays especially cos its such a kill joy. Friesdays are reserved for fun and laughter. No extra classes, no no. Went j8 with Audrey and ultimate fan, and we saw the discipline teacher gang. Balls. Veri comical, we were in Samuel and Kevin cos Audrey wanted to check sume stuff out, when suddenly she shouted, “shit! Miss lim and miss tang!” and all of us quickly put on our name tags and skool badge. It was so comical.

And luckily they weren’t over at the other part of j8 earlier on. we’re gonna be so skrewed if they catch us crashing Watsons. We were lyke playing with every gel that we see. And smelling all the loreal hair cream. There’s so much temptation there man. “We dun wanna buy from watson’s cope shop.” But its really fun to jus go to shops, and then check out their stuff and then do all sorts of unthinkables there. Guess, we’re gonna be sume mall-crasher soon. We’re never up to anything good. So you know why, troubles our name.

Can I say I hate that part-time p10 dj. Her name’s Mag and she’s taking over Jamie yeo for the moment, while she’s busy rehearsing for Private Parts. She such a moron, and did this veri stooped thing yesterday. While she was playing train’s ordinary, during the music interval where it slowly leads to its bridge, she thgt that the song had ended, and she spoke into the mike. So damn ulu pandan. She must have felt so ashamed of herself. And she’s got sume weird way of pronouncing certain artist/e names. Eg. Avril lavigne. She pronounces it as “eh-vril lavigne”. Her accent is so inconsistent. She’s either normal, or suddenly she switches to singlish. And pardon me, its really singlish singlish.
Guess I’m gonna be all ears and all eyes, since I can use neither the com nor the phone. But hope, it does me good.

Sick of it; wishes to back-out. its no longer fun, when none’s working out.

**** ed off and died. <--- to myself

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