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life; links!; memories


Beyond me



Thursday, July 31, 2008
couldnt blog last few days cose got exams.
MUGGED!
end of exams= freedom!:D
today is...
A TOTAL DISASTER!!!
wonder how suay can i be..
first:
early in the morning. the moment i stepped into main gate,
the music stopped.
yeah.
i was like," wa. SO GREAT TIMING HUH!"
so, i was booked.
i blame all those cars n trucks n lorries who dun let my father turn.
all because of tat, n the idiotic music which chose to stop wen i stepped in,
i got a brightly coloured yellow paper.
yeah.
A BOOKING SLIP.


second.
maths paper.
didnt read instructions.
so ended up wif wrong answers all over the place.
n tat was the ques i spent most effort on..
i burst out crying.( thks 4 landing me ur shoulder,esther:D )
n ended up having __ ___ filty hand touch me.
eww.
i wanted to disinfect myself.
yeah.i cried.
partly cose i really cant stand letting down my mum who spent so much time revising
wif me last night.
oso cose i didnt wan my ____ to say:

" u dun look like one preparing 4 an exam"

tats wat u say after i spent so much time highlighting
my history textbk.
i could haf chose not to study.
could haf slack n all.
yeah.
so wat if i went online??
i DID study,ok...
those words tat she said, it hurt.
it hurt ALOT. i cried.
it made me feel tat my life on tis earth is meaningless.
it made me feel tat i probably shouldnt haf been born at all.
felt tat everyone might haf been much happier without me.
i swear there n then, if there was a penknife then,
i probably would not be here blogging already.


third-
i 4got to bring my pe t-shirt!
in a rush tis morning ma.
i reminded everyone to bring it n ended up not bringing it myself.
stupid la.
went to buy one.

fourth-
drey pangseh me laaa.
colette will probably be saying her normal" audrey very bad.."
hah.
then make me handle all the napfa thingy myself.
haha.
luckily got help frm qian n a few others.
love ya all<3
i practically lost counts of how many times i ran to the 2nd level frm the 4th level n the 2nd level
to the 4th level.
damn tiring la.
then i oso damn confused.
supposed to assemble there at 2.10 but instead because of me, class assemble at 2.30
i m sooo sorry.
then mrs siew was like pissed off..
she reminds me of my mum. da way she do stuff, her actions n all..
speak chi tat time oso got my mum's style.
wahaha.
maybe shes my mum's long lost sis.
joking.joking.
must handle the whole class in my confused state( u all should noe i very blur wan..)
n must run here n there is damn stressful lor.
the stress was shown all over my face lor. ha.

can say i did well la.
damn surprised at how far i jumped 4 sb jump.
so unexpected lor.
ususally jump very short distance wan lor.
dunno y today so far.
bet there must be something wrong wif me.
or is it tat normally i dun try hard enough???

i tink tat da stress is getting too much into my head.(is tat how i phrase it?)
cose i did lotz of random cum stupid, lame stuff after sch.
i got high.
my way of releasing stress ba?
but anyway, i m proud of myself.
cose i completed my dares.
although those dares were really stupid la..
haha


i feel tat _____ n i are falling apart.
not as close as before.
shes kinda avoiding me at times now.
but watever.
maybe i tink too much.


4 lit today, we had tis watever-his-name-is substitute indian teacher.
he mumbled all his way through lor.
we laughed the whole way through lit.
' daphne, is he toking to himself?'

haha.

besides toking to himself, which is a total horrid thing 4 our ears, trying to figure out wat he trying to say, he has a total habit of taking off n wearing his spactacles again.
in 1 min- can take off n wear his specs again for 3-5 times.

let me tell u tis-
hes totally hilarious.
wait.
i dun hafta tell u,
cose its
T-O-T-A-L-L-Y O-B-V-I-O-U-S

we had a total great time lughing at him.
wahaha.
funny teacher.

oh ya.
tat-idk-wat-his-name-is teacher teach one chapter:
one third to half of one lesson.

ms low:
one chapter: 2-3 lessons

get the diff?

" ok. now we shall proceed to chap 8.."
"huh? so fast??!! i dun even noe wat he toking 4 chap 7.."
"hahaa"