Tuesday, January 5, 2010 @ 10:52 PM
On the first day of school, I was reading my Dark Cindy when suddenly, I saw a fur-ball appeared at the back door of my classroom. Oh, so that's Ccy's new hairstyle, I thought. Her hair is neither short nor long; neither thick nor thin; neither neat nor messy. After criticizing(?) her hair, she forced me to go to the restroom with her to comb her hair. Of all the people I know! Of all the friends I know! Of all the Ah Lians I know! She's the first person who told me to accompany her to the ladies. TO COMB HER HAIR.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Today's the third day of school. I don't think my class is so bad, after all (although Qian Hui still prefers the first class) (who doesn't?). Being the treasurer is so tiring! It really was a miracle that I'd survived collecting all the money last year without any difficulties (I was the class treasurer last year, too). But this year, no such luck. I had to collect the class fund (duh!) and also the fund for the co-curricular activities. I'm not saying I'd regretted agreeing to be the class treasurer or anything, it's just that it's so confusing! Sigh, a normal citizen wouldn't know how a class treasurer feels in a gazillion years.
Except for Jin Jack (he had to collect the money for our Mandarin workbook).
We had to draw the diagrams in our exercise book during Maths period. So, when we were all counting silently with our fingers, Jian Zhi walked up to Pei Gie (she sits beside me) and said, "Could you help me draw? I don't know how to draw (in my opinion, he's just plain lazy. Hah!)," in a really flirty(?) voice (Jian Zhi don't kill me now; you can mince me, cook me and feed my remains to the dogs just a day before SPM - that'd be heaven-like *dreams*). Pei Gie "rejected" him and he scurried back to his seat
Well, still feeling kinda pissed at um, no one in particular (maybe myself) for not getting into 3A. It's my own fault lah, couldn't blame anyone for my mistakes. From what I hear, the teachers there are really good. >=\ Whatever. Oh! And, and, I saw him! My childhood friend! LOL! Nothing special, actually.
Yesterday, Pn. Joharabi (the one with seven children) told us to "bina ayat" using nouns in Malay. "BINA AYAT"? We're already Form 3! I was racking my brains to compose the seventh sentence (seven children; seventh sentence; sheesh!) when he walked past my class. Strange timing. I glanced outside (natural response) while I was thinking hard and looked back at my teacher (as if her face had been scrawled with sentences) when I suddenly realised - that was him?! I whipped my head around. My eyes fixed on him, staring at him in disbelief. He'd grown so tall! He was
Don't think that way, okay.
He's just a friend.
A really old friend.
Old childhood friend.
Here, lemme spell it out for you :
Friend. Understand?
Here, lemme spell it out for you :
F - R - I - E - N - D.
Friend. Understand?
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